Page 65 of A Little Bit Naughty

“Hey!” Remi exclaimed, too shocked to say anything else. His heart was racing. Was he talking to grown-up Isaac or a silently tantruming Izzy? He took a deep breath, but it didn’t bring any calm.

What the fuck was going on? There was just so damn much about Isaac that he didn’t know. He thought back through all of their previous encounters.

Isaac was generally a strong communicator, but there was a lot he hadn’t shared with words, especially when he was little. Still, he’d always given Remi clues. That was what he had to rely on. That first night when he’d quietly pushed all the “girl” toys back into the bin, he’d been communicating.

And he had to be communicating now. He’d told Remi that he was deeply in tune with his body, even more so when he regressed. Seeing him completely still, like he was bound by something inside, was almost disturbing.

Thinking that through made Remi remember something else important. Isaac had said a few days ago that he loved pancakes. Unprompted. They were one of his favorite foods, which was why Remi was making them now.

That was all Remi needed to put the pieces together. This wasn’t about pancakes. Or presents.

So what was Izzy telling him that he needed?

“Baby boy? Do you want to sit in Daddy’s lap and cuddle?”

“You’re not my Daddy.” His voice was flat. Emotionless.

It felt like a punch to the gut.

Izzy looked around. “And I don’t like these toys. Any of them.” His voice wasn’t quite solid any more, though. It cracked just at the end.

Oh, God. His poor, poor sweet boy. Izzy was rejecting everything he wanted because he knew he wouldn’t get to have it later.

“And I don’t need any presents.” His voice was rising now. Izzy kicked the box, sending it flying across the floor until one of the flower rugs stopped it. “I’m just going to go home!” He crossed his arms on his chest and started stalking toward the door.

Remi only questioned for a moment whether he should let him go. But every instinct told him that was wrong. This wasn’t mature Isaac right now, this was a miserable little who was afraid to lose his Daddy.

Remi reached out and grabbed Izzy’s arm, spinning him around. He gripped Izzy’s chin, praying he was getting this right. “I may not be your Daddy later, but I am still your Daddy right now. And you will show respect or I will bend you over my lap and spank you until you can’t sit for a week.”

Izzy’s eyes flicked up to his, a mixture of fear and longing. Then he kicked the flower rug that he was standing on.

“Alright boy, you asked for it. Little boys who kick their toys get punished.” He tugged Izzy over to the bed, seating himself against the wall and then pulling Izzy face down over his thighs.

He didn’t want their first impact scene to be a real punishment. He’d dreamed of tying Izzy up and wringing anguished moans of ecstasy out of him with a flogger. He’d thought too many times about slapping Izzy’s perfect little bottom until it glowed red, while Izzy squirmed against him and thanked him for every stroke.

But there just hadn’t been time.

And now he had an unexpectedly defiant boy on his hands who’d all but collapsed into his lap once he’d started the scene. Which meant that Izzy needed this. He needed to know that he still belonged to Daddy—even if it was only for a few more hours.

“Open your jeans,” he commanded.

Izzy paused.

“Now.”

Izzy’s hands raced toward his button.

“Good boy,” Remi praised. Izzy wasn’t a bad boy, not really. He was just overwhelmed and trying to get Daddy to give him what he needed. Already, Remi could see how the words let Izzy’s shoulders relax a little.

The moment his jeans were unfastened, Remi yanked them down. Not far enough to worry Izzy about what he might or might not see or touch, but enough to expose his two round, firm ass cheeks.

God, his baby boy was gorgeous. A work of art. Remi could just notice a slight swelling of his hips, maybe a bit more than on some other guys. But mostly he wanted to draw his fingers over every inch of that skin, sink his teeth into that bitable butt.

Instead, he let fall a stinging slap. This wouldn’t be an enjoyable scene for either of them, but he was becoming more and more certain that it was exactly what Izzy needed.

“Ow!” Izzy wailed.

“You can yell all you want, baby boy. But unless I hear pineapple, you’re going to take the licks that I give you.” He let fall another harsh slap. “Say, ‘Yes, Daddy.’”