Page 81 of Sass in the Grass

“No backtalk. I think I’d better get some rules up for you, but rolling your eyes at me, well, you should have known that one.”

“Daddy, please,” he said, changing his tactic. “I’m just worried, and…I know you’ll forgive me. I’ll…do things to you…”

Cherokee grabbed the back of his neck, leading him to the bedroom. “You will not play cute with me and think that gets you out of trouble. Corner, now! Ten minutes, then you can come out and help me make breakfast.”

Jovian stood staring at him once Cherokee let go of him, hands on his hips, totally shocked at the treatment the usually sweet man was giving him. “I try to make breakfast and you do this? I may get off on you calling me baby boy, but I’m no child to get rid of by sticking in a corner!”

“Now it’s twenty minutes. Want to try to a half hour?”

As his jaw dropped, Cherokee left the room, calling, “Twenty-five, I don’t hear you moving!”

“That is just rude! I’m trying to help his stupid camp and I get put in a corner! Try to make breakfast, put in a corner. Well, see if I suck his dick anytime soon! Just rude!”

AfterCherokeesetanegg timer for the twenty-five minutes, he cleaned up the mess Jovian had made, though his intentions were so good, and got a real breakfast cooking.

Jovian didn’t realize that the inside walls weren’t all that thick, and Cherokee heard his mumbling, though he couldn’t make out all the words.

As soon as bacon was cooking and the eggs were poaching, he padded into the living room to listen. Jovian was still talking up a storm to himself. Smiling, he got a little closer, hearing, “I won’t suck him off or let him have any ass. Maybe he doesn’t have the money to buy me things to get this ass, but he’ll damn well have to be nice to me at the very least before he gets to fuck me!”

Cherokee could barely hold his laughter inside, so he got back into the kitchen to let it out as silently as he could.

Oh, the little shit went back to his old ways easily. It was to be expected, but still hilarious. All he had to do was take off his shirt and Jovian would beg to be fucked. Well, Cherokee planned to turn the tables on him a little.

When the egg timer went off, he walked to the bedroom and stood just inside the doorway. “Are you ready to come out?”

“Iwas never ready to be put in, thank you!”

He brushed past Cherokee, or tried to, but Cherokee grabbed him into his arms and kissed him roughly. By the time the kiss ended, Jovian was panting, and his eyes were black with his pupils blown. “What…?”

“Let’s go, baby, and let Daddy feed you.”

“O…okay…”

Cherokee took his hand and led him to the kitchen, sitting on one chair before he pulled Jovian onto his lap.

Jovian looked like he was more confused than he’d ever been, but Cherokee had figured that. Taking a piece of the bacon, he held it up to Jovian’s mouth, but he only stared.

“Take a bite.”

“You’re actually going to feed me?”

“Yes, baby, now bite.”

Jovian smiled and opened his mouth, closing it slowly over the end of the piece of bacon while never taking his eyes from Cherokee. When he bit, Cherokee pulled the bacon away and set it back on his plate. “Good boy.”

As he chewed, he laughed a little.

“Something funny?”

“Yeah, kind of. I mean…”

“You didn’t think it through when you set your sights on a daddy.”

“I did, though.”

Cherokee knew that, but he was getting somewhere. “And what were your thoughts on it?”

“Well,” he said, then cut his eyes from Cherokee’s and fidgeted on his lap. “I…I can’t tell you.”

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