Page 43 of A Little Bit Naughty

Isaac choked on his salad.

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Isaac

Isaac didn’t think he could get back to the hotel fast enough. Daddy had been leisurely in finishing his food and paying the bill, while Isaac was practically dancing in his seat.

No, he didn’t want dessert. No, he didn’t want to take a walk… even though the way that Daddy was teasing him by drawing everything out only added to the anticipation. Daddy had asked him a couple more times, too, if he wanted to go to the kink demonstration tonight. But nope, nope, nope. Why watch someone else get spanked when he could have something better?

All he could think about was bending Daddy over. Or would he like to be on his back? What would be more comfortable with his spinal injury? Maybe on his side? He was sure they could figure all of that out, because he, Isaac, was actually going to be inside his Daddy.

In the car, Isaac had barely been able to keep his hands off him, rubbing over Daddy’s leg and much, much too close to the visible bulge in his jeans. Daddy finally told him to keep his hands in his lap because they wouldn’t be having any kind of sex if Daddy crashed the car.

That only made him giggle. Because Daddy kept watching him with this dopey grin on his face, and Isaac knew he was just as bad. He was just so excited that he felt like he would explode out of his skin.

It was only when they got back to the hotel that Isaac finally started to get nervous. Daddy sent Isaac to his own room so they could both get ready, and that gave him too much time to think. What if he messed it all up? What if Daddy was disappointed?

He wasn’t sure that Daddy understood how big a deal this was for him. It felt monumental. A rite of passage or something.

He was glad that he’d been able to get ready in his own space, taking the time to adjust the harness and slide the rod into the dildo in privacy. He pulled up his skin-tight black shorts and spent forever making sure that everything looked alright under the thin material.

He liked how it looked, though. His body looked like it was ready for fucking.

He pulled on a clinging baby blue t-shirt with a baby dinosaur peeking out of an egg. He thought about the leather harness that he had hinted at, but this seemed more right for what they were doing. He wanted to be sexy, but he wanted to be Daddy’s boy first.

Now he just had to avoid screwing this up. He tried to remind himself that Daddy wouldn’t get upset with him no matter what. He could even change his mind. But then he knew he’d be disappointed in himself. It felt like he might never get a chance like this again, especially with someone as amazing as Remi.

His phone alerted him to a text.

Daddy Remi: Almost ready, baby boy?

Isaac: Yep. Be right down.

He looked around in case he needed anything else, but he couldn’t think of anything. Daddy said he had condoms and lube in his suitcase. So, that was it.

He still dawdled in the hallway. His cock felt heavy between his legs with each step. It made him feel virile and manly, but also like he might be over-promising what he could do.

What if it didn’t feel good for Remi? What if it did feel good for Remi, but he was so worried about getting it right that he didn’t enjoy it himself? What if the whole thing just felt weird?

Unfortunately, a single flight of stairs and a short corridor couldn’t take too long, no matter how much he tried to draw it out. He knocked on the door.

It opened quickly, like Daddy was just behind it.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Daddy drew him into his arms, shutting the door behind him. “Don’t you look tasty…” he breathed, nibbling along Isaac’s neck.

Daddy was the one who was really tasty. He was damp from the shower, wearing nothing but a white hotel towel wrapped around his waist. Isaac arched his neck, seeking more of those kisses while he snuggled into Daddy’s strong, solid body.

“I haven’t done this before,” he blurted out.

Daddy’s kisses wandered up toward his ear. “I figured, since you sounded so surprised. I want this to be special for you.”

Maybe Daddy did get it more than Isaac had realized. That made him feel warm all over.

Daddy continued the sensuous trail down along Isaac’s collarbone. “That means it will be special for me, too. I enjoy bottoming, but I don’t do it that often. It takes a lot of trust.”

“And you trust me?”

“I do. I feel safe being vulnerable around you.”