Page 66 of A Little Bit Naughty

“Yes, Daddy.” Izzy’s mask was already stripped away, his voice ragged.

Two more slaps, so hard they made Remi’s hand sting. “Tell Daddy you’re sorry for kicking your new present.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” Izzy sobbed. “I’m sorry for kicking my present.”

Three more even slaps. Izzy’s ass was truly pink now. “Tell Daddy thank you for making your favorite breakfast.”

Izzy collapsed into tears. “Thank you, Daddy.” Sniff. “For making.” Sniff. “My favorite breakfaasssst.” Sniff. “With whipped cream.” Sniff. “And syruuuuuup!”

Oh, his darling sweet boy, who was hurting too much to eat his favorite meal.

Remi hoped they were almost done. Two more sharp spankings. “Tell Daddy you’re sorry for lying about your feelings.”

“I’m sorry Daddy!” Izzy wailed. “I’m sorry for lying.” He sucked in a huge, gulping breath, and then another one. “But it was just so hard.” He turned so that Remi could see the tears streaming down his face. “And I don’t want to go home!”

That was all Remi needed. He ran soothing fingers over Izzy’s fiery red skin. “That’s right, baby boy. Daddy forgives you. My perfect, darling boy. Come here.”

Izzy didn’t wait for a second invitation. Jeans still tangled around his hips, he curled around, diving under Remi’s shirt to latch onto his nipple.

Remi threw his head back against the wall, his own heart still thumping.

He’d hated seeing Izzy cry. Hated hurting him. But God, seeing him like this now, shattered and pieced back together, suckling like his life depended on it… There were no words to describe the tenderness and arousal and pride he felt, all twining together. He was Izzy’s protector and guide.

His Daddy.

He looked down to find Izzy’s eyes on him, relaxed and completely content. Almost sleepy.

Remi raked his fingers through Izzy’s hair. “My darling angel.” He truly looked like one now, with his blond hair haloed around him, his eyes glimmering with tears and his expression beatific. His baby didn’t have a care in the world.

Remi wanted to stay there for hours. Days. Forever.

But Izzy’s weight on his arm was pulling at his back and neck, and he had about twenty seconds before it was going to lead to serious, ongoing pain.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” he murmured, tilting his own body in the direction of Izzy’s head and hoping Izzy would take the hint. He couldn’t help move him at all, so this would have to be all Izzy.

Izzy whimpered when Remi’s nipple slid out of his mouth, but as soon as he saw what was happening, he adjusted himself to latch back on, lying half over Remi’s prone form.

“So good, baby. Take what you need.” Remi kept stroking his hair. “You can stay there as long as you want.”

Izzy nodded without breaking the latch. With his free arm, Remi managed to adjust the pillows behind him, making him mostly comfortable. He explored Izzy’s skin, the strong muscles of his back, the heated swell of his ass, the soft lines of his throat, and the beginnings of scruff along his chin.

He wanted to memorize this. Keep it all forever.

Eventually, Izzy’s hand started moving too, tracing lazy patterns across Remi’s chest.

“Are you ready to talk, baby boy?”

Izzy stopped suckling with a sigh. “Daddy, I don’t want to go.”

“I know, sweetheart. I don’t want you to go either.”

“I didn’t want to feel sad.”

“I know, baby. Do you want to try something long-distance? I know you didn’t want to before, but I could still be your Daddy over the phone.” It wasn’t a great question to ask while Izzy was little, but if he’d changed his mind, figuring this out would put him at ease.

Remi still didn’t want a long-distance relationship… but for Izzy, and the possibility of what their relationship might one day become, he would do almost anything.

Izzy traced a line back and forth across Remi’s ribs. “I don’t think I can have a far-away Daddy. I think I would just be sadder for longer.”