Page 11 of Saul

“Baby,” Daddy murmured and slid closer until he was at my back again. “What’s wrong?”

I didn’t know what to say. “Confused?” I whispered, because it hurt. He grunted an agreement, then simply took hold of me and turned me over, tucking me into his chest. And I wanted to stay there, so very badly.

“I reacted like I did because I was worried that you felt obligated. That somehow you feel you have to repay me.” He paused. “I texted Chris last night and told him I didn’t want to be paid for this weekend because I want you to mean more than a job to me.”

I froze. I wasn’t even sure my heart was still beating.

“I know this weekend will be hard, and we have to talk once it's over, but I want more. I want you. And yes, this is fast and all the other things that other people say, but this is the first thing that’s happened to me in a long time that feels right. But at the same time, I don’t want to take advantage of you and definitely never when you’re in your Little space. That’s why I drew back. Not because I didn’t want you with everything in me.”

I took a minute to absorb what he was saying. “I’m not Little now. Sure, part of me will always be, especially when we’re together like last night because you made me feel safe enough to, but right now I want to be Big. And I really, really, want you to kiss me.” I frowned. “But I haven’t brushed—”

And the rest of my words—whatever they were—were swallowed by a very firm pair of lips that seemed to take over all of me. He let go of my lips to nuzzle my neck and I cried “yes” in case he was in any doubt. Then he rolled me over onto my back, pulled my pj’s down, and took my cock in his hand. I gasped, the pleasure sudden and startling.

“When we get home, we’re getting tested,” he decreed, “and tomorrow I’m buying condoms.” He managed to line us both up because I was past anything except reacting, and he jerked us both off together. It was quick and dirty and satisfying, but afterwards he wiped me carefully and pulled me close, and I basked in his arms as I came down from my high.

I so wanted to trust him. To believe everything he was promising. I closed my eyes and dozed for a while, and dreamedthat when I woke up, everything he said was still going to be true.

Chapter seven

Saul

Iregretted last night the moment I opened my eyes. Well, not what we did but that I might have rushed things. I’d woken earlier than Calvin and rolled onto my back, willing my hard-on to go down. I was determined not to take advantage of him while we were here and I didn’t want Calvin to mix up gratitude with attraction. I’d said I was buying condoms when I really needed to keep it in my pants until we got off the island. I never wanted Calvin to think this was a fling. Deciding that willpower wasn’t working, I was going to have to head to the shower to take care ofit before Calvin woke. Carefully, I got out of bed and snuck into the bathroom like some goddamn teenager.

The water was instantly hot, which impressed me, but then I’d heard the place was owned by the same guy that owned Sunset Hotels, and they didn’t cut corners.

I stepped in and sighed in relief as the hot water hit me. For a moment, I just stood there and thought about last night. I’d no idea where the toys came from. I’d texted Chris for suggestions, and they weren’t Ricky’s, but someone from the hotel had supplied them. Maybe one of the staff had kids or maybe they kept a supply here? It didn’t matter because Calvin had loved them. I’d been enthralled watching Calvin drop into his Little space, and knowing he had to trust to let that happen made me want to always be a safe space for him.

I’d always been interested in the power exchange part of BDSM. Not that I was interested in tying someone to a St. Andrew’s cross, and it would take years of training that I never had the time for anyway, but seeing a sub or a Little put their entire trust in another, especially when they were at their most vulnerable, spoke to me on such a deep level. I wanted to earn that level of trust from my boy. And the thought that I was even close to holding something so precious blew my mind.

I’d never been able to put a name to exactly what I wanted in a partner. I definitely wanted to be in charge in the bedroom, to have complete submission, which was a huge responsibility. I saw the small packets of waterproof lube and grinned at the five-star service. I opened a bottle of shower gel and inhaled, stifling a groan. It was Calvin’s, and my cock jerked so hard I almost came right then. Eager to use it, I squirted some on my hand and fisted my cock, leaning forward and balancing my left arm against the side panel. If I closed my eyes, I could feel that gorgeous body under me and see those brown eyes darken with lust. I smoothed my fist up to the tip and imagined they wereCalvin’s fingers. I wanted so desperately for them to be his. “Yes, baby,” I whispered, then my eyes shot open as I felt another hand close over mine.

I’d been so lost in pleasure I hadn’t heard him, not that there was a shower door, but still, even with the sound of the water, I should have been more aware.

He pouted and shimmied in. “Naughty Daddy, playing without me,” he scolded, and replaced my fingers with his, but he was too short for me to reach him easily.

“Turn around,” I ordered. “Put your hands on the ledge.” He obeyed immediately, which made my cock harden even further, if that was at all possible. I looped one hand around his cute little belly and closed my fingers around his cock. With the other hand, I positioned mine so I could slide it up and down his crease. I added some lube and slicked my cock and then his. His sudden cry was like fucking music. I wanted nothing more than to slide into his tight, wet hole but even though I knew from the forms Chris had supplied that we were both negative, I had no idea how much prep he was used to. And I definitely wasn’t going to last long enough for that.

“What do you like?” I almost growled.

“Oh god,” Calvin murmured. “This.”

“Yeah?” I reached out to lean on the panel so he wasn’t taking my weight and cupped and rolled his sac. His moans drove my body even higher. “Like what Daddy’s doing to his naughty little boy, huh?” And he trembled, his little cries and yesses becoming more high-pitched. “Have you been naughty this morning?” I lightly bit the shell of his ear. I felt his arms wobble and let go of the panel to hold him up, widening my legs to be secure.

Brushing my thumb over his tip, I felt another near full-body shiver go through him and his cock jerked in my hand. “Because you know what Daddy does with naughty boys? They getspanked.” And with a cry, his cock pulsed and spilled into myhand. I didn’t know whether it was my touch or the promise of a spanking, but knowing he’d reacted so perfectly pushed me over the edge and I emptied myself, rubbing against his ass cheeks.

After a moment when I was shocked to be still standing and able to support Calvin, worried I would slip and he might hurt himself, I eased him back to the small ledge in the corner. I guessed it was a seat being so low down, so I made sure he was sitting and safe before grabbing the shower head and rinsing Calvin, then myself. I turned off the water and grabbed a large towel. Calvin was blinking up at me with a lazy smile on his face, but let me stand him up, wrap him in the towel and make sure he got out safely. “Just sit there, baby,” I said, gently guiding him to the stool, and then I made short work of drying myself while Calvin watched.

I would find out what his favorite characters were and buy him matching jammies and a robe, but for now the plain white ones from the hotels would do for both of us, even if I had to fold the sleeves back on Calvin’s.

Then I picked him up and his eyes widened. “I can walk.” But he threw his arms and legs around me and clung on.

“I know,” I admitted, the lump in my throat making it hard to choke out words. “Just not ready to let you go.”

The complimentary breakfast had been delivered and set out by the time I carried him to the cute kitchenette area and sat him at the round table.

“It was the delivery that woke me up,” Calvin said, then blushed. “I’m really glad they did.”

“When this weekend’s over, I really want to see you again. I don’t want you thinking this is just a holiday thing.”

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