Page 54 of Step Daddy

Kit screwed up his nose as he tried to find the right words to explain what was tumbling through his mind. “Well, all those things, even something like choosing my clothes and putting them out for me, are tasks. Everyday boring stuff that we all have to do. Yet, you get stuck having to do them twice.”

Gareth chuckled. “I see your point. But from my perspective, those are intimate tasks that no one else is doing for you—only I’m allowed to do them. And that’s because you’ve given me permission, you’re trusting me to keep you well-fed, to keep you clean and well-dressed.” Gareth winked. “Which is why buying you nice clothes and shoes is fun for me. I wouldn’t force you to wear something you hated, that goes back to the basic tenet of our power exchange, but it makes me feel good that I can do all these things for you.”

Kit considered everything Gareth had explained. Something else Gareth had said when they’d first discussed Gareth being a Daddy came to mind.

“So that’s what you meant when you told me there were lots of non-sexual aspects of being a Daddy that you enjoyed. Because you see those tasks as being intimate.”

“Exactly.” Gareth grinned. “Who else would you let wash every part of your body or hold you on their lap while putting food in your mouth?” Gareth cleared his throat. “And spoiler alert: The answer is no one.”

Kit barked out a laugh. “Okay, I get it. That helps me understand why it means so much to me as well.”

Gareth’s gaze darkened as he considered him, and Kit’s face heated again. He’d come to recognize what that expression meant, and it was always something good.

“Would my baby boy like to take it to the next level?”

Kit had zero clue what Gareth was talking about, yet his hardening cock had already decided it was on board. Gareth’s eyes darted down to Kit’s lap. He yanked the comforter aside, exposing Kit’s erection tenting the sheet.

“Hmm, that won’t do.” Gareth lifted his gaze. “You can’t be hard for this.”

Now Kit was completely lost. Wasn’t that supposed to be the goal?

“I can’t help it. You know,” Kit wiggled. “Because you make me so hot.”

Gareth gave him a lopsided smile. “Oh, I see. Now I’m to blame?”

His tone was playful, but Kit wasn’t sure what his Daddy was getting at. Kit picked at the comforter, inexplicably wishing he could cover himself again until he found out what Gareth was up to.

“Blame seems a harsh way to put it.” The suspense was killing him.

Gareth brushed his knuckles down Kit’s cheek, scraping his stubble. Yet another thing Kit loved that his Daddy did.

“Well, I suppose you’re right about that. I guess it’s up to me to fix the problem then.” Gareth rose then offered Kit his hand. “Come on, baby boy. Daddy will help you.”

Typically, this was when Daddy would take him in for his shower, so that was probably all he meant. Yet somehow, Kit suspected there was more to the routine this morning.

By the time they made it to the bathroom, Kit wasn’t so sure. Instead of turning on the shower then leaving him there so he could pee while Gareth laid out his clothes, he remained.

Gareth’s eyes flicked down to Kit’s flagging erection. “Better.” He regarded Kit again. “Daddy only wants to make it easier for you to relieve yourself. Come on, baby boy. Let Daddy help you.”

Kit stopped breathing. Yeah, sure. Having Gareth tend to his needs was amazing—hot. But this… He swiped the back of his hand across his mouth. This was next level personal.

Gareth drew closer, crossing the short distance between them with a slow, sensual gait. In yet another unexpected moment to his morning, his dick was hardening again. His Daddy reached down and cupped his balls, Kit groaning from the possessive touch.

“See? You need Daddy’s help. You’ll never be to do this on your own.”

Kit tried to respond, but all he managed was a garbled noise. Gareth pressed their mouths together, gently manipulating Kit’s sac while he kissed him. Kit’s brain was shorting out. The need to urinate hadn’t diminished, Daddy was supposed to be helping him, but he was making him harder instead.

After nibbling at Kit’s lips, Daddy ended the kiss. He placed his hands on Kit’s hips then guided him to the toilet. Kit’s breathing elevated, his heart picking up a quicker pace. Would Daddy simply stand there? Or would he do something more? If Daddy insisted that he pee with a raging hard-on, he’d embarrass himself by making a mess.

As if this isn’t embarrassing enough already.

Gareth scraped his teeth along Kit’s neck, adding to his predicament. He angled Kit so he was facing the bowl then gave his ass a hard pinch. Kit yelped, his body confused by the dueling sensations of pain and pleasure. In addition, there was still the discomfort in his bladder. How was this helping?

“Daddy, please…”

Gareth whispered against Kit’s ear. “Tell Daddy what you need.”

“I…I need to go. But I can’t when you keep teasing me.”

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