Page 2 of Daddy’s Little Secret

Only my grandmother knew, just not by who or to what extent.

Guess Daddy wasn’t the only one with secrets.

“Come on,” he tapped my butt, “let’s go lie down.”

I scrambled to get up. The faster I moved, the quicker I got my treat. Our cozy cottage in the pines was my favorite place to be, and right now, Daddy and I had the place to ourselves. Too bad it was only for a couple more hours.

Daddy took off his shoes, shirt, and binder then laid down beside me on our bed. He gathered me in his arms, and I settled in and latched on. Daddy milky was the best. Taking naps wasn’t his thing and he always got up before me, but I’d take whatever time I could get with him.

Would all that change once we lived together?

Guess there was a lot left to find out once we got back home. Ugh, thinking of that dinky apartment that wasn’t in the best area of town as our home sucked. Especially when we had this pretty new cabin in the pines. Daddy and Uncle Chuck told me and Tae they were even gonna build us a playground. I couldn’t wait.

Pretty trees, lots of shade, not many people.

Yawn.

Just me and….

“Angel.” Was I still dreaming? Daddy’s lips were all over my face, working their way down, and my winky was wide awake.

“Special kisses, Daddy.”

He laughed. “No time, though I am questioning what were you dreaming about?” Ignoring his question was the best answer. “But I guess you’re keeping that secret, naughty boy. Come on, we need to get home before it gets too late.” Guess our fun time was over. “Wash up and go potty. We’ll grab dinner when we’re close to home.”

“I don’t want that to be our home anymore. I want to live here.” I stomped off, slamming the bathroom door behind me. In hindsight, that wasn’t so smart. Sure enough, when I came out, Daddy had his mad face on. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“You know.” Daddy was sitting on the bed, roughly rubbing a hand over his face. Frustrated. My stupid, stupid mouth did that to him, and after all the nice things he’d said to me today. “Never once in all the years we’ve been together have I had to punish you.”

Oh, shoot. I really blew it.

“And I really don’t want to start now.” When it took Daddy a long time to get his words out, you knew he was really upset. I’d seen him this way a handful of times with Tae. Samian, I don’t remember him ever getting into trouble. Probably because he learned his lessons through Tae.

“I’m really sorry, Daddy. I woke up grouchy.” And horny, and having him turn me down just kinda set me off. “It won’t happen again.” I didn’t like to get in trouble. Grandma knew that better than anyone. “I promise.”

He just sat there, staring at his hands. I really broke him this time.

But when he stood and started to walk away, it felt worse than any punishment would have.

“Grab your backpack, Trey. Let’s head out.” And he left, just like that. The truck started, and I knew he wasn’t coming back. The longer I made him wait, the worse this would get.

Back to Trey…

I grabbed my backpack off the hook by the door then locked it behind me. Daddy didn’t say a word as I hopped into the truck, but he buckled me in. Well, good to know he didn’t want me to get hurt even though I had hurt him.

Didn’t feel so good to be on this side of it either.

The drive into town was silent. Daddy stopped at the gas station to fill up the truck then ran inside and came back with two drinks. Before I could thank him, he shut the truck door and went to shut off the pump.

“Thank you for the drink,” I said when he got back inside.

“You’re welcome.”

We were on the road, heading out of town before he spoke again.

“Trey, I know I’ve made a lot of mistakes, and I’m doing my best to right them, but you also know there is more to our relationship than sex.”

Ugh…