Page 92 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
Cameron’s hand flew to his knee and he collapsed in his seat, held in place by his belt alone. He was shaking from his sobs, and I quickly leaned over him to remove his seatbelt. Worried I’d worn the boy out, I gently tucked his distended dick back into his pants and zipped them up the best I could, careful to avoid getting the zipper caught.
When I was done, I leaned over to kiss the top of his head. “Stay there, baby.”
He gave a slight nod I almost missed, then I flew from the car and over to his side to help him out. He stumbled to the door, but my arm around him kept him upright until he could unlock the front door and I could lead him inside.
Once in his own space, Cameron straightened, just a little. He still appeared to be worn out, but I knew he was recovering. Maybe that hadn’t been the best plan—maybe he’d be too exhausted to do anything else tonight—but it sure was fun.
My arm still around his waist, we ventured to the couch and sat down. He winced slightly, reminding me of our impact play adventure before we left for the theater. I loved that spankings had become a regular thing with us. And that he had been asking for them often.
“Can I get you a water, baby?”
The appreciation in his eyes warmed my insides. “That sounds amazing, thank you. But I can get it.”
He moved to stand, but I put my hand on his arm. “Stay, Cameron. Lean back, relax. I just put you through a lot.”
He slouched back against the couch and sighed. “You sure as hell did. How the fuck was that so hot?”
I snickered as I ventured into the kitchen, grabbing his half-full bottle from the fridge and bringing it to him. I sat down beside him as he hurried to open it and chugged it down. “I think it’s you. Us. We’re just that hot for each other.”
He grinned as he swallowed the last of the water. “Damn straight.”
The water must’ve revived him, because color was already returning to his face, and his eyes were sparkling. “Feel better, boy?”
He nodded. “Yes, Daddy, thank you.”
I reached for him, pulling him in for a hug as I considered the perfect segue he’d just given me. Our online relationship had consisted of more than just me ordering him around in bed—we’d explored much more of the dynamic outside of our scenes, and I wanted that back. I wanted it in real life, too, and I knew he did as well. So after holding him for several long seconds, I pulled back. “Okay, so I already know a lot of your kinks, since we’ve explored a lot of them together.”
He nodded, cheeks pinking adorably.
“And I’ve been your Daddy for a while now, though in name only, really. I’ve been doing some more research, and I know a Daddy/boy relationship can be so much more than that. Would you be interested in more?”
His grin lit up my insides. “Oh, yes, Daddy.”
I returned his smile. “What else would you want from your Daddy?”
He hesitated, staring off into space. I could tell he was thinking about it intently, and I appreciated he was taking this seriously. When he was ready, he spoke. “I like having rules, rules my Daddy makes for me and ensures I follow.” His blush darkened, and it was adorable. “Though I’d like to have a talk about possible punishments sometime. Spankings are amazing, but I think I like those as rewards, not as a consequence for breaking a rule.”
I chuckled, scrubbing my stubbled jaw. “Agreed. You like them too much to be true punishments, anyway.”
He grinned. “Exactly. Punishments probably shouldn’t be fun, and they should probably be painful in a way I don’t like.”
I nodded. “I agree. Though I’d never want to truly hurt you, Cameron.”
His hand reached for mine again, his thumb caressing the back. “I know that, Sam. I trust you. I think I have from the very beginning.” He frowned again. “Is that wrong?”
“Not at all, baby.” I reached up to cup his jaw again, pressing a kiss to the opposite cheek. “I think it’s very right.”
Chapter twenty-five
Cameron
After a too-quick chaste kiss, Sam pulled away from me, and I felt the loss of his warmth acutely. I wanted him closer, not farther away, but I’d been waiting to have this talk with him for ages, so I supposed I should embrace it. Though my head was only just clearing from that extremely fucking hot edging session he’d put me through on the way over. That it was semi-public, how he made me beg, the fact he was giving me orders . . . shit, the man knew exactly what to say and do to turn me the hell on.
“So I was thinking about some rules for you.”
I blinked to reorient myself, switching gears in my head. I glanced over at him. “Oh?”
He nodded, eyes sparkling with evil intent, I was sure. “Yes. First, you must eat three meals a day. Is that feasible?”
