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“Well, every boy deserves their own special nickname, no? I think baby bat is perfect for my vampire-loving boy.”
“I love it. Thank you, Daddy.” My stomach flutters. “Now, don’t think you can distract me from kisses with special pet names.”
“Never even crossed my mind,” Daddy says with a wink. “I’ll agree to a kiss, but nothing more. It’s late, and you need to get some sleep.”
I tap my pursed lips with my finger, debating for half a second. “Deal.” Hiding a smile, I launch myself across the cushion between us, Daddy catching me with a laughing grunt. Climbing over him, I straddle his lap and wrap my arms around his neck.
“Hi, Daddy,” I say in a whisper.
“Hi, baby bat.”
“I was promised kisses,” I remind him.
“And kisses you shall have,” Daddy responds a second before he leans in and takes my lips in a gentle kiss.
Tender and dry, Daddy brushes his lips over mine, leaving no inch untouched. His hands hold my hips, a firm grip preventing me from moving close enough to grind over him. Distracting me from my wayward thoughts, Daddy runs his tongue over the seam of my lips, and I part for him with a sigh.
As skilled as I imagined my dream Daddy would be, Dean controls the kiss, leading our tongues in an uncomplicated, delicate dance. He explores with intent, gently coaxing me into submitting to his prowess. I can’t remember the last time I was kissed so thoroughly.
My mind quiets of everything but Dean’s mouth on mine, and my body reacts to our proximity. My dick grows in my pants, and I attempt to rock my hips forward to seek friction, but he stops me. With a gentle squeeze, Dean stills my movements and softens the rejection with a chaste peck and then another before pulling away.
“Uh-uh, baby bat. Not tonight.”
Understanding we need to take things slow, I relent. Knowing I want more from Dean than a casual hookup, I need to respect his rules and his need to build intimacy between us that isn’t physical.
Backing off his lap and flopping to the couch isn’t as easy as it sounds. My dick is hard and insistent, pressing uncomfortably against my pants. Enough that I have to wiggle to adjust myself. Dean watches me as I dance around like a worm. I’d think he was unaffected if it weren’t for his dark, hungry stare and edging smirk.
“All better?” he asks, amusement dancing across his face.
“I’ll make do,” I tell him, fighting back a yawn.
Daddy misses nothing. “Looks like it’s time to get you settled for bed. I think we can finish our chat in the morning.”
“Our night’s over already?” I whine, casting my eyes to the clock on the wall. “Holy crap, it’s late!”
“It is, and good boys need their rest. We can talk tomorrow about setting some rules and going over your schedule. There’s no need to cut into your sleep for that.”
“But I want to spend more time with you. Will you stay the night?” Dean lifts an eyebrow at me. “I promise no funny business. Hands to myself. Pinky swear!”
He looks deep in thought for a minute, then responds. “I will stay if you want me to. If nothing else, it will make it easier to ensure you get a full breakfast. But I’m sleeping on the couch.”
“Oh, you don’t have to—”
“Yes, I do. And good boys listen to their Daddy.” There’s no room to argue, his voice stern and final. “Now, off you go. Jammies, potty, teeth brushed. Call me once you’re done, and I’ll tuck you in.”
“Do-do you want to borrow some sweats?”
Dean looks at me, then down his body, before looking back at me with eyebrows that touch his hairline.
I laugh at the dramatics. “I have a few bigger clothes in a drawer. Sometimes when I’m little, I like to dress in clothes too big for me and cuddle by the fireplace.”
“Ah, I bet that’s comfy. Well, if you think something will fit me, I won’t say no. Surely anything is better than these jeans for sleeping.”
“Come with me.” I grab his hand and stand from the couch. Dean complies, following after me as I practically skip down the hall. Standing at the doorway, he releases my hand, and I head straight for the bottom drawer of my dresser. Digging through the stack of mismatched items, I find a pair of threadbare sweatpants and a T-shirt I’m pretty sure are his size.
Shoving the drawer closed with my foot, I place the pile of stuff in Dean’s hands. “Not sure, but it’s worth a try. You can change in the bathroom across the hall.”
He presses a quick kiss to my forehead—man, I’m starting to love those sweet pride kisses. “Thank you, baby bat. I’ll be right back. Get changed for me.”
