Page 8 of My Young Alpha Daddy

But the craziest thing about all this is that I think Rafa actually really, really likes me.

I’m not making it up in my head, I’ve been flirted with by plenty of men in the past. Okay, maybe no one as hot as Rafa. But plenty of men have wanted my body to devour.

Being desired by Rafa is different though. Not only is he the perfect physical package, but he’s rich, successful, and…young.

I don’t know if he’s a Daddy for sure, but the way he looked over at Torben and immediately seemed totally chill about it spoke volumes.

Rafa knew that Torben was a special stuffie.

And if Rafa knew that, then it stands to reason that he’s either very close to someone who is a Little, or is a Daddy himself – and judging by the way his supple hands are stretching my hamstrings right now, I think I know which…

‘How does that feel?’ Rafa says, his soulful eyes staring right into me and making me feel like I could melt. ‘Not too tight? You just let me know.’

‘No, it feels good,’ I reply, trying to sound cool and nonchalant but really not doing a good job of it at all. ‘I think I can get my leg up higher though.’

‘I bet you can,’ Rafa says, flashing his perfect teeth as he smiles at me. ‘I think I could put you in a whole heap of positions.’

I giggle. It’s a small giggle at first but soon it becomes temporarily uncontrollable.

Rafa’s having the kind of effect on me that so few people do.

He’s making me go giddy, he’s making me stumble over my words, and most of all… Rafa’s making me feel like I want nothing more than to regress in age right here and now and submit to being looked after by him.

‘I’ll take that as… well, I don’t know what I’ll take that as,’ Rafa says, letting go of my legs and standing up. ‘Come on, up you get.’

I haul my butt off the ground and find myself immediately captured by Rafa’s warm, soulful stare. But there’s something going on behind those eyes too.

Rafa wants to do bad things to me.

But the good kind of bad, if you know what I mean.

If he told me to bend over right now, I’d do it. In fact, there’s probably a list of at least two hundred sexual acts that if Rafa commanded me to do right now that I would gladly throw myself into.

However, maybe it’s just not meant to be…

‘That was a good first session,’ Rafa says, typing something onto his phone. ‘You’ve got potential. Like,a lotof potential. You’ve got a great body already, but I think it’s cool that you want to look after your health and do some exercise too. So… I’ll message you with a suggested training plan?’

Message me a picture of your rock-hard cock, please. I mean, I know I’m supposed be really into this personal training idea, but right now all I want to do train my mouth to fit in that huge bulge at the front of Rafa’s training shorts.

Oh wait, I need to answer him…

‘Yeah, that sounds perfect,’ I say, my mind spinning with images of Rafa naked and oiled up, ready to have his wicked way with me – preferably after giving me a good, hard spanking as punishment for having so many naughty thoughts about him.

‘Cool, I’ll see myself out, boy,’ Rafa says, a smile on his face. ‘You be good now.’

I’m speechless.

Should I be offended that he called me boy? If it was someone else, I might be. But that didn’t feel weird or like it was crossing a line at all.

It felt like Rafa was testing the ground, seeing exactly who I am and how my mind works. And right now the fact that I’m standing here, unable to get my words and with a big dopey grin must be speaking volumes.

I just about manage to wave goodbye as Rafa turns around for one last look at me before he shuts my apartment door.

‘O… M… G…,’ I say, breathless. ‘Torben, what the hell just happened?’

I look down at my shorts and my bulge is pretty obvious. But if Rafa did notice my excitement, he clearly wasn’t offended. He probably gets that a lot, what with being such a perfect, dreamy personal trainer.

Anyway, I can’t stand around for too much longer.

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