Laying him on the bed, I quickly tug off his shirt and then his towel. Then I’m stripping my own shirt off. His eyes are wide, though they don’t hold the excitement I’d been hoping to see. I move to undo my pants when his next word stops me completely.
“Cabbage!”
Raising my hands, I take three large steps back. My breaths are still heavy. I need a minute to calm down as my boy covers himself with the towel.
When I turn back to face him, his expression is as nervous as he was that first night. I want to go to him, to reassure him that all is ok. Instead, I shake my head and drop to my knees on the floor.
“I’m so sorry, pretty boy. I got carried away once I realized you’d just come out of the shower. Instead of rushing at you, I should have explained myself.”
He nods slowly. “Yes, Daddy. I kind of need some context here. I thought… I thought we were going to dinner.”
At his hesitance, I realize just how bad I’ve fucked this all up. Shaking my head, I confess everything.
“I did want to do dinner with you. But I’ve also been thinking about how I haven’t been inside you yet. I want to share that with you, but it’s been important to me that the timing is right. Tonight was about taking you out for a nice night, then bringing you home to show you how much you mean to me. I shouldn’t have gotten carried away, and I’m truly sorry for upsetting you.”
When I’m done, I hang my head and press my palms to the floor. Shame coats my skin as I take in the reality of what I’ve done. There is no excuse for my actions. He’d have every right to not want to be with me anymore after losing my shit like this.
A gentle hand on my cheek nearly makes me burst into tears. He shouldn’t be nice to me. Shouldn’t give me this level of kindness after I practically mauled him.
“Daddy,” he says softly. “Please look at me.”
I do as he asks. It’s the least I can give him before my heart shatters.
When our gazes meet, it’s not sadness I see. It’s happiness.
“I’m not sorry I safeworded with you, but I am sorry it upset you so much. I just needed a second for things to calm down. You didn’t answer my question, and you had a sort of crazed look in your eyes.”
Nodding, I take in his words. I probably did come across as unhinged. Especially considering how gentle I’ve been.
“Did you really want me that bad?” he asks.
“I did. I still do. I’m just going to get better about controlling it.”
His palms caress my cheek. “Maybe you shouldn’t control it, Daddy.”
“I can’t… I won’t scare you like that again. You were so brave to use your safeword. I don’t think I can allow myself to even try now.”
My boy frowns. His eyes take me in, like he’s looking for a sign to give him help in convincing me. I see the resolution settle in his body right as he shifts.
The towel he’d used to cover himself falls to the floor. His fist grips his cock, stroking it from top to bottom in a tempting move that has my mouth salivating.
“Reverse cabbage,” he says firmly.
I cough to cover up the way his words make me choke on absolutely nothing. “What did you just say, pretty boy?”
“You heard me, Daddy. I said reverse cabbage. If regular cabbage is the phrase to make you stop, then reverse cabbage is the one to get you going again. It’s science.”
His little smirk breaks through the icy exterior his earlier fear brought on. I’m thawing bit by bit as I watch him. Can I trust that he truly means what he says? Could it be that I was simply not communicating properly?
An idea comes to mind, one that will fix this disruption and give us both what we want. It also keeps him in control. I think we both need that until we have a better-established relationship.
“Do you really want to take Daddy’s cock, pretty boy?” I ask softly as I rise up and take a half step toward him.
He nods quickly, his eyes filling with glee. My boy thinks he’s won. He feels like I’m going to give in. I guess in a way I am. Just not exactly how he thinks.
As I move closer, I keep my eyes locked on him—specifically on what he’s doing to his cock. I’m constantly trying to learn what feels good for him. What better teacher is there than to watch him pleasure himself?
Right as I’m about to reach him, I pivot and sit down on the other end of the couch. I slowly work the rest of my clothing off until I’m as naked as he is. My cock leaks, desperate to get inside him.
