Page 94 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
“What is it?”
My words came out in a whisper. “Can you please help me with my T-shots, Daddy?”
His eyes softened in understanding, and I’d never felt more loved in my life. “Oh, Cameron, of course, baby. Has it been hard for you to do alone?”
I nodded again, tears spilling over and flowing freely. Even on the Saturdays he’d been here over the past few months, I’d locked myself away in the bathroom and done my shots myself. But I didn’t want to hide that part of myself from him anymore. I could let him in just a little, in this small way that felt huge.
He leaned in to kiss my tears away. “Of course, sweet boy. When is your next shot due?”
“Tomorrow. I do them on Saturday mornings, when I wake up.”
“Perfect. I’ll be here to help you starting tomorrow. And as many Saturdays as you want after that.”
A cry finally broke through, and I practically threw myself in his arms, sobs wracking my body as he held me. “Thank you, Daddy, thank you. I’ve hated doing it by myself all these years.”
“Shh, it’s okay, Cameron. Daddy’s here now. I’ve got you.” The palm of his hand moved up and down my spine in soothing passes until my sobs quieted. Then he pulled back to look me in the eye. “I’ve got another rule for you.”
“Oh?”
He smiled sweetly, eyes full of the love I knew I would admit to reciprocating soon. “You let your Daddy hold you when you cry.”
I chuckled, sniffling. “That sounds perfect, Daddy.”
***
Since we were both keyed up after our discussion, Sam offered to put on a movie. I agreed though I knew I wouldn’t last all the way through it. But as he picked me up to carry me into bed—holy hell, the man wasstrong—I clutched him tightly.
Late at night, when the house was quiet and my fears were loud, I started to worry he would leave. Disappear. He’d stayed the night plenty of times, so it made no sense to my logical brain. But the anxiety was loud tonight.
“Stay with me, Daddy, please,” I begged, half-asleep and a little delirious, as he deposited me on the bed and started removing my clothes to get me dressed for bed. He hadn’t helped me in this way before—he was taking on the full role of my Daddy so well.
“Of course I’m staying, sweet boy. Where else am I gonna go? Plus, I’m taking care of you in the morning, remember?”
I nodded, yawning, as he moved toward the top drawer of my dresser for my pajamas. After he’d helped me into the bathroom so I could floss and brush my teeth, making certain I was awake enough to do it, he disappeared into the bedroom but quickly returned in his own pajamas, ones he always kept here. His gray sweatpants were working for him, and the basic white T-shirt he’d paired with them was nothing special, but it had my dick thickening in my silky shorts.
I spit in the sink one last time then stepped away so he could brush, too. I loved that he kept a toothbrush here, next to mine in the holder. Crossing my arms, I leaned against the doorjamb to watch him floss then ogled his fabulous ass as he bent over the sink to brush. “I know it’s late and I’m tired, but damn, you look fucking sexy, Daddy.”
He coughed, and I hoped he didn’t inhale toothpaste. Once he’d recovered, he rinsed out his mouth and spit into the sink before turning to me. “First, naughty boy. I almost got toothpaste up my nose. You may get punished for that tomorrow.” His evil grin was back, and I squirmed in place. My dick was definitely up for some fun, but I’d promised to let him control my orgasms. Why did I both love and hate that in equal measure?
Okay, maybe I loved it just a little more.
“Second, we need to sleep. If you’re still feeling like that in the morning, we can discuss it.”
I raised an eyebrow, something I knew drove Sam crazy because he couldn’t. “Oh, I will definitely be feeling this in the morning. Knowing you’re in my bed will keep me horny all night.”
“Maybe you need to edge again to remind you of who’s in charge.”
My eyes shot wide, maybe a little afraid he’d follow through. “Daddy? You’d do that to your sweet boy?”
He smirked as he wiped his mouth on the towel I’d laid out for him then crossed the room. As he stalked past me toward the bedroom, he leaned down to my ear and said, “I would do that and more, naughty boy. You’d love to hurt for your Daddy, wouldn’t you?”
My head nodded of its own accord. Why did I want that? Was my brain on vacation? “Yes, Daddy. I would.”
“Good.” He kissed my cheek. “But no more tonight—we need to rest, because I suspect tomorrow will be a full day.”
I squirmed in place as he walked away, trying to get some friction on my dick, but then he called from the bedroom, “Get that sexy bottom in here, Cameron. I need to reapply lotion so it’s all healed and ready to go by tomorrow night. I like to have options for rewarding you—after I punish you, of course.”
I yelped, my cheeks heating at the slight humiliation of him calling my ass a “bottom.” Then I flicked off the bathroom light as I flew into the bedroom and sprawled out on the bed by the light of the bedside lamp. He reverently pulled my shorts over my tender ass, rubbing each cheek gently as if memorizing the feel of them before he massaged lotion into each one thoroughly then pulled my shorts back up.
