Jordan chewed on the corner of his lip while failing to be discreet with his side-eye.
This was gonna be fun.
“Start reading the first list, li’l popcorn,” I said, patting my thigh.
He took the hint and quickly crawled up to sit sideways across my lap.
I loved how eager he was and that he seemed to thrive on touch.
If Nathan gave me another chance, we could wreck this boy together. I was sure of it. I pictured us together every day now, it seemed. The possibilities. Uniting our kinks—bondage, pain, our dominance, Nate’s love for obedience, my love for hell-raising under the Daddy/brat umbrella… And humiliation, which I knew Nate had fantasized about a great deal.
“Okay, so this is the list of snacks you asked me to write down,” he said. “I couldn’t decide between PB and J sandwiches and Nutella and banana, so they both went on the list. With crusts cut off, of course.”
“Of course,” I echoed. “And these are the snacks you like when you come home from work, right?”
“Yes, Sir. I made a separate list for my favorite breakfasts.”
“Perfect.” With our being neighbors, I thought this would be a great way to stay in touch outside of playtime. When family life took precedence, I still wanted to show Jordan he was on my mind, and texting wasn’t always good enough. But by sending over a snack with a note or ordering him breakfast here and there, I hoped he’d feel my care. That was important to me. And snacks and breakfasts were meals Jordan and James didn’t have together, for the most part. At least not during the workweek.
“I also love sourdough crackers with garlic hummus, popcorn, grapes—the really big seedless ones—baby carrots, mini muffins, and Bagel Bites.”
I smiled and undid the little flap at the bottom of his onesie. “I’m a sucker for Bagel Bites too. And those sourdough crackers sound good. Do you have a favorite brand?”
“I’ll send youallthe screenshots,” he promised me. Then he startled a little when I snuck a hand underneath the fabric to feel his bottom. All smooth, small, and perfect. Fuck me, I couldn’t wait to see it marked with bruises and welts. “Um, last but not least, milk and cereal, but that would be difficult for you to send me.”
Nonsense. I could easily put together a little package of those fun-sized boxes of cereal, a single-serving milk container, maybe a fruit, and a note about how much Daddy missed his secret places.
“Make sure to add your favorite cereals too, just in case,” I said.
“Yes, Sir. Breakfast list now?”
“Sounds good.” I undid a couple buttons on the front next, by his stomach.
He shifted on me and swallowed. “For breakfast—if I have work—I eat something light, ’cause we usually have craft services on location. So, like, again, milk and cereal—or a bran muffin or a yogurt with berries… Stuff like that. But if I don’t have work till way later, or if I’m off that day, I will almost murder for waffles and pancakes and a sausage egg McMuffin and bacon and… That’s distracting, Daddy.”
I inhaled deeply and stroked his soft, toned stomach. “I think you can manage.”
James should be here any moment.
“This is how Sadists set sweet, innocent boys up to fail,” the brat insisted. Yet, he willingly and rapidly gave me all the access when I leaned in and started kissing his neck. “Hnngh. For the record, why can’t Daddies have homework? I wanna know your favorites too. How else can I surprise you and stuffs?”
I smiled and trapped his earlobe between my teeth. That was a ticklish spot for him, I’d discovered.
He giggled and squirmed.
“I can give you a list,” I offered. “You ready to write it down?”
“Gosh—okay.” He hurriedly grabbed his pen. “I’m ready, Daddy.”
Adorable.
“Texts. Long or short—share your day with me.” A few more buttons came loose, and I slipped a hand between histhighs. “Photos of you and what you’re doing. Your crafts, your illustrations, work… Doesn’t matter.”
“This is standard stuff I’m planning on doing anyway, Sir,” he said. He turned to me and smiled. “I’m talking about sweet gestures. What do you like? Other than Jolly Ranchers, considering the billion wrappers that fell out of your glovebox when you asked me to grab your multitool.”
Oh, he’d known about my obsession with Jolly Ranchers before then. He’d left a duck or two in there after all.
“Fair enough.” I withheld my smirk and dropped an openmouthed kiss in the curve of his neck, making him shiver. “Your monkey bread. That’s the list. Sweet or savory, I’m all over it.”
