Page 9 of Pretty Baby

Caleb let his body relax into the bed and allowed himself to dream. His cock was hard and leaking but the sex wasn’t what Caleb concentrated on. He needed the aftercare, the sweet words, and soft touch.

Grant’s hands had been so gentle the previous night when he’d first drawn Caleb from the asshole Dom’s then again at the table. He’d soothed Caleb’s sore back and held him all evening long. Not once had Grant complained about Caleb’s weight or tried to turn things sexual. Caleb had felt cared for.

Caleb reached into his silk pajama pants and grasped his leaking erection. He gave himself a few quick tugs but wasn’t after an orgasm. He just wanted to be hard as he pretended it was Grant’s hand that held him.

Maybe Grant would insist on holding on to Caleb’s little prick all night long. If Grant was Caleb’s Daddy then Caleb’s cock would belong to him and Caleb would give up all control, even deciding when Caleb got to come or even pee.

Caleb fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Grant

Grant was hoping that his gift earlier had been enough to entice Caleb out of his house and to the club for the night. He stepped inside the private club relieved to see that the craziness from the night before was over and the crowd much less. It was easy to see across the entire main floor.

He spotted Caleb’s mop of blond hair right away.

His boy was sitting in a booth with a beer at his elbow and playing on his phone. Caleb wasn’t paying attention to anyone in the club and Grant had to grin to himself. His boy wasn’t there for socializing. He was there to meet Grant. And, of course, Grant was going to show for Caleb.

Grant was halfway across the floor before Caleb looked up.

Caleb’s eyes widened before dropping and he ran his gaze up and down Grant’s body. The heat in that look had Grant’s semi-hard cock hardening instantly.

He’d worn his full leather gear, tight black leather pants, a leather vest, motorcycle boots, all for his boy. Grant had noticed that Caleb’s gaze always seemed to linger on the leather Daddies and Grant wanted the boy’s full attention on him.

With a swagger, he strolled up to the booth to hover over Caleb. “Hello boy.”

Caleb licked his lips before he straightened. “Hello, sir.”

Sir would do for now but soon Caleb would be calling, moaning, and screaming the title Daddy for him. But that would take time and patience. Trust, he needed Caleb to trust him. He was aware of how he’d thrown Caleb by not taking him home and fucking him the night before. He wouldn’t fuck him that night either.

“I’m glad to see you came,” Grant told him.

Caleb slid out of the booth to stand in front of him. Caleb’s head barely reaching Grant’s shoulder. “I wanted to thank you for the lovely roses. No one has ever sent me flowers before.” He blushed and Grant couldn’t help but reach over and caress his cheek.

“You are very welcome pretty baby,” Grant practically purred. “You deserve flowers and much more.”

Caleb looked away quickly but not before Grant saw the raw need in his expression.

“I would like to join you,” Grant said as he motioned to the booth.

“Of course!” Caleb squeaked then cleared his throat. “Can I get you a drink or something?” He sounded so unsure and Grant couldn’t allow that.

“Such a good boy,” Grant praised. “That would be nice. Do you know my usual order? If not you can ask-"

“I know!” Caleb hurried to say. “I’ll be right back.”

Grant chuckled as Caleb rushed off. Caleb was trying so hard to be a good boy and Grant wanted to praise him. He sat in the booth his boy had been in but moved to the middle instead of the end. They were going to need some privacy. He pushed the table back a few inches so Caleb would have plenty of room to settle on his lap.

He watched his boy as Caleb walked up to the bar, ordered, paid, then accepted the glass. Caleb didn’t talk to anyone, he didn’t even look at anyone else. In fact, Grant couldn’t remember Caleb ever talking with the other patrons of the club if it wasn’t a Dom he wanted to fuck him. He didn’t hang out with the boys. That was strange. But then he recalled Caleb telling Avery that he didn’t have any friends.

Grant found that statement hard to believe. Caleb was the only real celebrity they had in their city. Their town was mostly known for the University and some artists but Caleb was a television star. From a young child, through his teen years, and even a couple of seasons as an adult. Why Caleb had settled there was another question that Grant would need to learn the answer to.

Caleb returned to the table and slid Grant his glass. “Here you go.” Caleb sat next to him but Grant wasn’t having any of that. Caleb had enjoyed sitting in his lap the night before so Grant patted his legs.

“Come here boy,” Grant ordered.

Caleb didn’t waste a moment. He got to his knees and shuffled over. Grant helped guide him until Caleb’s bottom was on one leg while his legs were stretched out along the bench. This way Grant could see his boy’s face as they talk.

“I need a safe word,” Grant demanded.

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