Page 19 of Now and Forever

“Since this is such a special day, I’d like to feed my boy.” Daddy stroked Seth’s hair back from his forehead. “Would you enjoy that?”

They usually saved feeding for days when they were having breakfast in bed or cuddling together on the couch. Seth didn’t think he’d want Daddy to take care of him that wayallthe time, but he’d accepted that he loved it when Daddy did.

“Yes.” Seth smiled up at him. “I’d like it very much.”

Daddy leaned down to give him a slow, but thorough, kiss. “Love you so much. Love taking care of you.”

He dragged his chair right next to Seth’s, then cut one of the sandwiches into quarters. Next, Daddy draped an arm over Seth’s shoulders then picked up a piece of the sausage and egg muffin. As he brought it to Seth’s mouth, Seth parted his lips in anticipation. He’d already folded his hands in his lap the way he was supposed to.

“That’s it, baby. Take a small bite.” Daddy rubbed his thumb along Seth’s skin. “We’re in no hurry.”

Daddy offered him another bite, and while Seth was chewing, he licked the corner of Seth’s mouth.

“You had a crumb.”

With every bite of food he ate, the experience became more erotic, more intimate. Seth wondered if the reason they didn’t share their meals this way all the time, was for that very reason. Seth could see how easy it could be to get overwhelmed.

“How about a sip of coffee? It should’ve cooled off by now.”

Daddy held the cup to his lips, tipping it enough so Seth could get a taste of the warm, sweet liquid. After giving Seth the final bite of the first quarter, he took a big mouthful of his own sandwich. No words were shared—only affectionate glances and happy smiles.

At last, they’d both finished their sandwiches and coffees, so Daddy started gathering up the wrappings. Seth tried not to stare at the cupcake, but it looked so damn good. He was sure Daddy had gotten it from a fancy, gourmet place. But he’d wait patiently, keep his hands folded, and maybe Daddy would let him have some now.

When he realized that no more sounds of table clearing could be heard, he turned to see Daddy watching him with a grin.

“How about half now and half later? But only if you lick the frosting off my fingers.”

Seth swallowed hard and tried to ignore how the metal of the cage dug into the sensitive flesh of his cock and balls.

He cleared his throat. “Works for me.”

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Malcolm placed his hand at the small of Seth’s back as they approached Club Surrender. Already his protective instincts were kicking into overdrive. In an effort to encourage Seth’s natural curiosity, he hadn’t again brought up the subject that going to any BDSM club was of little interest to him anymore. Once he and Everett had moved in together, they’d never attended a club unless a friend was having a collaring ceremony or some such event. Having his boy to himself, keeping what they shared private, meant more to him than hanging around some dungeon with strangers.

However, Seth’s desire to take chances, to try and understand Malcolm’s background and interests, meant the world to Malcolm. Over and over, Seth proved through his actions that he wanted to grow beyond the repressive life in which he’d been raised. He’d do anything he could to support Seth’s bravery.

As they drew closer to the club, Malcolm guided Seth to their place at the end of the line.

“How come we have to wait this time?”

Malcolm snaked an arm around Seth’s waist. Already he didn’t care too much for the appreciative glances his boy was getting. “It’s called nice weather.”

Seth laughed. “That’s right. It was raining and freezing the last time we were here.”

“It certainly was.” Malcolm leaned closer so he could lower his voice. “How are you doing with the plug?”

“It’s driving me crazy,” Seth whispered. “How long are we planning on staying?”

Malcolm barked out a laugh, shaking his head. He imagined that Seth would eventually decide he’d rather prefer to be at home than at a club, too.

“It’s up to you, baby. This is your night.”

Seth wrinkled his brow. “Well… Itispretty exciting being here, and we did go to all this trouble with the new clothes and everything.”

Malcolm wrapped his palm around Seth’s nape, massaging his neck. “Whatever you want. I mean it. We can always use the clothes another time.”

Seth let out a small grunt. “I’m not sure how often I’ll be wearing black PVC jeans around Eugene.”

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