Page 120 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
“I’m calling yellow.” His eyes shot to mine. “Baby, it’s okay, really. We don’t even have to finish the scene if you don’t want to. I mean, that was fucking hot. You came almost instantly from that.”
Cameron pushed back to catch my gaze, his cheeks flushing, his cries quieting. “Itwasreally hot, Daddy.”
I kissed his lips. “God, baby, you’re so perfect for me.”
He frowned. “But I came without your permission. I wanted to finish that scene, Daddy. I still do.”
I nodded, grinning. “Well, one of the best things about being a trans man is . . . ?”
His face lit up with a smile. “Multiple orgasms!”
We laughed together before I spoke. “Yes, baby. And I think you have a few more in you tonight. You up for trying the scene with the plug turned on?”
Cameron hesitated for a moment, clearly considering it, then he nodded. “Yes.”
“Good boy.” I smiled at him, kissing his forehead. “And if you come again, we’ll just keep going until your punishment is over.”
He grinned, and it lit up my world.
“Just to be clear, I’m not punishing you for coming tonight—this is all a sexy fantasy.”
He pulled me close, planting a kiss on my lips before pulling back to speak. “No, the books I write are sexy fantasies—this is real.”
I leaned in to kiss his lips. “Yes, baby, it is. You and me—we’re real. Always.”
***
Cameron came three more times as I spanked his ass with that paddle, the plug vibrating in his hole and his unclamped nipples hard and incredibly sensitive. I stopped spanking him every once in a while to play with those sexy nipples, making him groan and lean into the sensation even though I knew it was painful. I still couldn’t believe he loved taking pain as much as I loved dishing it out.
After I stripped and took his ass as he bent over that chair, our joining as perfect and complete as if it had been my own bio dick inside him, I had him remove my plug, then he put the living room back to rights as I sanitized our toys.
The rest of the weekend was chill. After waking up and helping Cameron with his shot—last week was the only time I’d missed it since he’d asked me to help, and I’d mourned it—we ordered pizza, watched movies, and laughed more than I think we ever had. Without the cloud of our time apart and everything that had preceded it hanging over us, I felt so much lighter. I think we both did.
I hadn’t even realized that heaviness had been there until it was gone.
Worn out from our multiple rounds of make-up sex, we readied for bed then fell into each other’s arms on Saturday night, not needing any more orgasms for the time being. I was content to hold him as we slept, our legs tangled up together, his head on my unbound chest.
While we were apart, I’d gotten the call that my top surgery was scheduled for next month. I’d worried then that Cameron might not have been there for it, but my concern was not that he wouldn’t take care of me while I recovered—I knew Alex would’ve stepped in if needed. No, I was more worried that I’d never get the chance to finally show him more of my true self, of me being more comfortable in my own body.
Now, I didn’t have to worry. Because I knew he’d be there every step of the way.
I drifted off to sleep, a smile on my face at how happy he was going to be for me.
***
I woke to the smell of coffee, something subtly sweet, and a cold bed. I furrowed my brow, touching Cameron’s pillow as if it would make the man materialize. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t work.
I pulled on my discarded boxer briefs—we’d discovered we liked sleeping naked together best a month or so ago—and headed out to the kitchen to find the man I loved.
Coffee was still brewing, but my barely clothed lover was hard at work on the counter opposite the coffeemaker, stirring something that looked delicious. I spied some covered dough sitting on the stovetop as well as a whiff of cinnamon and sugar, and I started salivating for more than one reason.
I came up behind my sexy Cameron, wrapping my arms around him and kissing his neck, and he melted into my embrace.
“Morning, Daddy.” He turned his head to find my lips, and of course I obliged him.
“Morning, my beautiful boy,” I replied, the scents getting stronger as he stirred. “What smells so good?”
Cameron grinned. “Well, I always give myself a treat when I finish a book. So I’m making homemade cinnamon rolls for breakfast. And we’re celebrating something else, too.” His cheeks flushed, and my curiosity piqued. “I made an appointment with my therapist for next week. It’s well past time to deal with my shit.”
