Page 46 of A Daddy to Love

Home. My place. My bed. If it was up to me, Kairo could move in right now.

At the club, I’d helped him dress, then carried him out, Area 51 squished between both our chests.

We barely got through the front door before we were tearing off our clothes, leaving wool silk tangled with leather trousers on the entryway floor. Kairo clawed off his pink bra top leaving only the sexy too-tight briefs in place as he tumbled onto my bed.

He rolled and I saw his back was still red.

“Slow down,” I said, though that was the last thing I wanted.

“Why?”

“I need to see to your back.”

“It’s hot and maybe it burns, Daddy, but it doesn’t hurt. Not really-really. Daddy, touch me all over. Please! Now!”

“Who did we agree was in charge?”

He fell onto his side groaning. “You’re mean. So mean.”

Maybe he was right. I enjoyed doing all of that to him so much, my own needs striking lightening through me. I had to have him, but I also made a BDSM oath to myself that aftercare was as important as everything else. Aftercare could include orgasms, but first things first.

I reached to my nightstand drawer for disinfectant wipes and a topical cream. I always used these on my subs.

“On your tummy, little one.”

He rolled over and I gently wiped him down. The best part was pulling his briefs to his ankles. I tended to that pretty ass, taking my time, especially with the cream.

Impatient, Kairo kept rocking his hips.

I shucked off my harness and underwear until I could crouch naked over him. My hard cock rubbed its juices over his sensitive skin.

He stuck his ass up, wiggling.

I wanted to plunge into him. He was ready now. It was in the air between us, electric, charged. But he’d never been stretched before, never had even so much as a toy inside him. Good thing I was a patient top. Good thing we’d already talked about testing and condoms and PrEP in the beginning. We had mutually decided on no condoms.

“Daddy, oh, please. Please!”

“I’ve got you, baby. Trust Daddy just a little longer.”

“Green. Green.”

I smiled down at him, his head buried in the pillows, ass up as I crouched between his reddened thighs. I grabbed the oil, always present on my nightstand, and poured it on my hands and down the crack of his ass.

He squealed, a sound that had become pure happiness to me. “Daddy, it’s cold.”

“Sorry.” I knew better. I always warm it up in my hands first, then dribble it wherever it needs to go. We were both impatient. No fault there.

I stroked him over his cheeks, then pressed the oil down from tailbone to taint. It was the first time I allowed myself to touch his hole. Quick skims at first, then focused circles. My fingers spread him until I could fully see his entrance. It was dark pink and hairless. I realized he’d prepared himself. For me.

My heart lurched in my chest.

“Thoughtful, Baby.” My voice had an echo to it.

“Daddy, touch me.”

“Green?”

“Green.”