Teaching an Old Dom a New Trick

Copyright ©2019 Morticia Knight

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Table of Contents

Book Description

Setting the Scene

Priming the Pump

Upping the Game

Daddy and Boy

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Sometimes all a Dom needs is a nudge in the right direction…

And a week-long, Christmas getaway is exactly what Spencer needs to implement Operation Daddy/boy. Blair, his silver fox Dom, would make a perfect Daddy—he just doesn’t know it yet. A romantic ski lodge is the ideal backdrop for Spencer’s sneaky scheme, yet from the moment they arrive with their friends from the BDSM club, nothing about his plan goes right.

What if Spencer is doomed to be without a Daddy in the New Year?

Setting the Scene

“Have you talked to Master Blair about being a Daddy yet?”

Spencer scowled at his friend. “Shush! He might hear you.”

Ty frowned back. “Don’t ‘shush’ me. And anyway, he’s on the other side of the lobby with my Daddy checking us in, you dork.”

“Sorry.”

He and Ty were with a group of Doms and subs for a ski lodge getaway. They’d all been planning the joint vacation for months, and the week between Christmas and New Year’s had worked out the best for them all. Currently, the subs and boys were all gathered in the lobby chatting while their Doms and Daddies registered at the front desk. He glanced over his shoulder to verify what his friend had already told him.

Spencer sighed. If only he could convince Blair that being his Daddy was so much better than just being his Dom, he’d have his New Year’s wish. He was nervous as fuck about his little scheme, but the getaway at the gay-friendly ski lodge had seemed like the perfect opportunity to plead his case. Or maybe subtly plant the idea in Blair’s head? Doms tended not to like being told what to do, but Spencer had never let that stop him.

Spencer whipped his head back around. “They’re coming over here! Act natural.”

“Good lord…” Ty muttered as he shook his head.

Blair smiled with affection the moment they locked gazes. In Spencer’s eyes, he was the ultimate silver fox. Tall, muscles for days, flashing gray eyes, bronze skin and a neatly trimmed beard that was like heaven brushing against Spencer’s pale, naked skin. The moment Blair reached him, he slipped an arm around Spencer’s shoulders then gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“Well babe, we’re all set. How about we head up to the room and get settled? Then we can meet everyone at the restaurant. I hear this place has an incredible menu. I’m starving.” Blair let him go then rubbed his hands together. “Afterward, we should probably get to bed early so we can hit the slopes first thing. The forecast says we should get another inch or two of fresh powder overnight.”

“Cool.”

Spencer plastered his best ‘I’m so excited’ smile on while forcing his thoughts away from how referring to him as ‘baby boy’ would sound way better than ‘babe’.

But all in good time.

Spencer followed Blair and their friends to the bank of elevators across from reception. Since he and his Dom of two years didn’t live together, their after Christmas holiday was too sweet of an opportunity to waste. A week in the same room at a cozy resort lodge far from civilization—and removed from the day to day responsibilities of life—would give Spencer the proper setting for his sneaky plan.

Once they’d ascended to the third floor—which happened to also be the top of the stone and log beam lodge—Spencer was ready to begin the first phase of Operation Daddy/boy. They reached the door to their room at the end of the hall and Blair let go of the handle of his rolling suitcase to slide the key card into the lock. He opened the door, and with a grin, gestured for Spencer to go ahead.

Spencer stepped into the room and no longer had to fake the excited smile. Blair had hinted that he’d love the lodge, but he’d had no idea that Blair had reserved them a suite with a balcony, full kitchen, plush sitting area and a stunning view of the valley. Spencer made his way to the patio doors then noticed the river rock fireplace.

“Wow. Oh my God, Blair. This is so amazing!”

Oops. In his excitement, he’d already screwed up the first part of his plan by referring to his Dom by name. Since they only used honorifics while in a scene, it had burst out naturally.

Blair sidled up to him then wrapped him in a hug from behind. They stood in silence for a few moments as they took in the twilight view and the gentle fall of snowflakes which were illuminated by the outdoor lights. The beauty and peacefulness of the setting made Spencer’s eyes misty.

He sniffed and Blair nuzzled his neck, his warm breath tickling Spencer’s ear as he spoke. “I wanted this to be extra special for you, since we’ve never been away together for more than a long weekend before. Consider it part of your Christmas gift.”

“Damn. I was already thrilled with the espresso machine as it was, but this is above and beyond.” He turned in Blair’s embrace to stare up at him. “Thank you, Sir. Being here with you in this awesome place is the best thing anyone has ever given me.”

Blair quirked a smile with a furrowed brow. “Sir? Are you wanting to do a scene before dinner? I’d be happy to oblige, but you haven’t eaten yet. I’d rather we took our time with each other without the pressure to meet up with everyone.”

Spencer batted his eyelashes. Not too much, just enough to come across as demure rather than devious. “Well, I was thinking… Since this is a place where everyone is gay and into the lifestyle… Maybe it would be easier to behave as if we were in a scene all the time.” He gave a one-shouldered shrug. “It’s not as if anyone would object or be shocked. I thought it might be nice.”

Blair narrowed his eyes. “How so?”

“Oh…you know.” Spencer averted his gaze. “Then we won’t have to call scene and all that.” He waved around his hand dismissively. “That way, we can simply carry on and do what we want without having to bother with any extra steps. Much less hassle that way.” Spencer cleared his throat. “Besides, we’ll primarily be hanging out with Ty and Daddy Greg anyway. It’d probably make them feel more comfortable too.”

Blair regarded him with an unreadable expression. “Hmm, I see. That’s very thoughtful of you.”

“Well, Ty is my best friend, and you know…Yeah.” He shifted from foot to foot. “That’s what I was thinking.”

Blair held his gaze for a beat then hoisted his suitcase onto the luggage rack next to the large closet. “All right. I’ll bite. But that means you’re in the role of sub the entire trip. Think you can handle that?” He arched his eyebrows.

“Yes, Sir. It should be very interesting, don’t you think?”

Blair straightened. “Oh? Why is that?”

Too many questions. He hadn’t counted on that.

Spencer couldn’t hold his Dom’s gaze while carrying through with his ruse, so he pretended to be very busy with his backpack. He rummaged around inside the bag from where he’d dropped it onto the end of the carved oak bed.

“I’ve never done anything 24/7 before.” He ran his fingers through his hair, suddenly unable to keep his hands still. He kept his head bowed as he continued to pull out various items from his bag. “What about you? You’ve never mentioned whether you’ve done anything like that. You know. With previous subs.”

Spencer bit his bottom lip before he could stop himself. Perhaps he’d gone too far, hadn’t been patient enough. That was one of the issues he hoped a Daddy could help him with.

Not just any Daddy. Blair.

“You know the answer to that already. I’ve been completely upfront with you about my past. Don’t you believe me?”

Spencer jerked up his head. “Of course I believe you! How could you say such a thing?”

Blair crossed his arms. “Watch your tone, boy. I had to ask because I thought we were already clear on that subject. Even without a 24/7 dynamic, trust is vital to our success as Dom and sub.”

Spencer lowered his chin. “Yes, Sir. I apologize. I trust you completely.”

“Hey. Look at me.”

Spencer lifted his gaze and was greeted with a soft smile. “Apology accepted, over and done with.”

Spencer smiled back. “Thank you.”

Blair winked. “You’re my good boy. Now, let’s get unpacked. I’m also going to change before dinner.” Blair peered over his shoulder from where he was hunched over as he unzipped his bag. “Even though we’ll be ‘round the clock throughout our vacation, I thought it would be nice to have a glass of champagne before we meet everyone downstairs. We have plenty of time.”

“That would be wonderful, Sir. Would you like me to unpack for you?”

Blair straightened then faced him. He tilted his head and paused before responding. “Actually, why don’t you let me draw you a bath. I imagine you’re tired after working the late shift at the restaurant, on your feet all night, then having to get up so early for the long drive.” Blair reached into his suitcase, rummaging around for a moment before plucking a bottle from a grooming kit. “We should try this vanilla scented bubble bath, too. I could bring our champagne in there for us to enjoy. The suite is equipped with a lovely set of crystal glasses.”

Spencer blinked several times as he waited for his brain to absorb the left turn things had just taken. “Wait. What?”

“I thought my sweet boy might like to relax a bit before dinner, that’s all.”

“Uh…yeah. I mean, totally.” How could he butter up Blair, get him right where he wanted, when Blair already had all the butter? His plan was beginning to unravel, and he needed to employ damage control. “But wouldn’t it be better for me to take care of my Sir? You know, because I’m the…” Spencer rubbed his forehead. Everything was getting mixed up in his mind.

“Because you’re the what?” The corner of Blair’s mouth twitched.

“The sub?”

He cringed. How could he ever encourage Blair to take care of him like a Daddy when he was putting his foot in it.

“You’re not sure if you’re my sub?”

Spencer clenched his teeth. His plans were not only unraveling and taking left turns, they were imploding entirely.

His shoulders slumped and he let out a long sigh. “Of course I’m sure, Sir. I want to be the best…boy for you. Better than you could even imagine.”

Blair regarded him with affection. “You already are the best boy.” He moved closer until he stood next to Spencer then draped an arm around his shoulders, tugging him close. “But since this trip is part of your gift, my intention is to pamper and take care of you as much as I can. You’re very special to me.” Blair jostled him. “You know that, right?”

Spencer smiled up at him. He had to stop being weird. That wouldn’t support Operation Daddy/boy at all. “I do. You make me feel cherished. That’s one of the many reasons I fell in love with you.”

“Same.”

Blair claimed his mouth in a heated kiss, wrapping him in a strong embrace that left him dizzy with want. Their clinch became more intense, and right when Spencer began to grind against his Sir’s thigh, Blair broke the kiss.

“Now, now. Should I get out the cock cage?”

Spencer licked his lips, his dick hardening even more. “Whatever you think is best.”

Blair chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. Of the many attributes Blair had that Spencer loved, the deep timbre of the older man’s voice did it for him every time. While Blair had several years on him—having just celebrated his forty-eighth birthday—Spencer didn’t mind that over twenty years separated them. Blair was sexy as fuck, built, could hold him down when they made love and treated him better than any man ever had. They’d been together for a while and Spencer was clearer than ever about what he wanted.

He wanted his very own Daddy and Blair was the perfect man for the job.

Now all that’s left is to convince him that he wants a fulltime boy instead of a part time sub.

Priming the Pump

Spencer spotted his best friend Ty and waved at him from across the lobby. In his opinion, it was much too soon to give a progress report, but he was still anxious to share the whole wine in the bathtub incident. While it had been one of the most romantic things he’d ever shared with a man, he’d definitely been perplexed by the out of character behavior. Not that Blair wasn’t a thoughtful or affectionate man, but he wasn’t prone to grand gestures.

Ty waved back then returned his attention to the group of boys from the club. Spencer growled under his breath. Sure, they were all there to socialize and have fun with their friends, but that was beside the point. The only true Daddy’s boy he had to bounce opinions off of was Ty, and his buddy was falling down on his duty.

The chances of him whistling loudly across the lobby being received well by his Sir were dismal, so he quickly checked his surroundings. He noted that Blair was still pre-occupied with buying something in the lodge gift shop. Spencer chewed his thumbnail then made the abrupt decision to scurry over to where Ty was laughing it up with their fellow subs. Sure, Blair had told him to wait right where he was, but it was only a crime if you got caught, right?

When he reached the group, Spencer didn’t pause for an ‘excuse me’ or any other social politeness. Instead, he grabbed Ty by the arm and yanked him away.

“Hey! What’s your problem?”

Ty glared at him as he pulled free from Spencer’s grip. Spencer ignored the puzzled stares from their friends and leaned into Ty so they couldn’t hear him speak.

“Sorry, I only have a minute or two before Blair catches me not following instructions.”

Ty rubbed his arm. “Fine. But that doesn’t excuse you mauling my arm.”

“Over-dramatic much? Dude. I waved at you.”

“And I waved back.” Ty huffed. “What did you want? Jumping up and down?”

Spencer spoke through gritted teeth, “I needed you to come over so I could give you a status report.”

Ty pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “You’ve lost it.”

Spencer peered over his shoulder but couldn’t spot Blair in the shop. He bit his bottom lip. The place was large and there were a multitude of displays of varying heights, so Blair could easily be behind one of them. He decided to give himself a few more minutes to confer with Ty.

“Look, I’m a little confused by what just happened upstairs. You’re the Daddy/ boy expert here. I need your help, bro.”

“Expert? Hardly.”

Spencer checked the store again and still couldn’t see his Sir, so he turned back to Ty. “Whatever. I don’t have time for lengthy discussions and you’re all I’ve got. Blair is acting bizarre.”

Ty arched his eyebrows. “Bizarre how?”

“He’s being super nice and romantic. Like, he drew me a bath with this vanilla scented stuff and served me a ridiculously expensive champagne that he’d poured into crystal glasses.”

Ty snorted. “Yeah. That sounds real psycho. You should probably leave the resort right away before he does something like make passionate love to you. We can’t have that.”

“Who’s leaving?”

Spencer yelped at the sound of Blair’s voice.

“Uh, I uh…the city. Leaving the city was such a great idea. Because you’re so smart, and uh…decisions. Yeah, that’s it. It’s better when you make the decisions. Proper guidance is crucial.”

He hoped the grin he was giving Blair didn’t come off too maniacal. Judging by his Sir’s expression, Spencer had his doubts.

When Blair didn’t respond immediately but stared him down instead, Spencer’s grin faded away. He cleared his throat, desperate to come up with something else to say, to fix whatever harm his random blathering had caused.

Blair let out a long sigh. “From what I recall, you were the one who suggested we get out of the city for the holidays. That’s what planted the seed for this whole getaway. Remember?” He arched his eyebrows.

“Oh.”

Spencer’s shoulders dropped. If he’d really thought things through, he would’ve written out a script for their vacation. Maybe even given Ty some lines. Then they could’ve acted it out together and he wouldn’t be in the middle of destroying his chances of getting what he wanted from Blair. It was only then that he realized Ty had taken off.

Traitor.

Blair crossed his arms and regarded Spencer with a frown. “You know, complete honesty is one of the main attributes I demand from a sub. I sense there’s something, or perhaps many somethings, you’re not telling me. In addition, I distinctly remember telling you to wait for me right outside the shop. It would be a shame if you were unable to sit down or come for our entire vacation.”

Spencer gasped. “You wouldn’t!”

Blair smirked. “Try me.”

A nervous chuckle came out of Spencer before he could stop it. “I’ll behave.”

“I’ll behave what?”

Spencer fought the urge to pout. He knew he was already on the verge of an extinction-level relationship event. “I’ll behave, Sir. Thank you for giving me another chance. I’ve always said you’re a kind and fair Dom and that I’m the luckiest sub alive.” He chanced another grin.

“Laying it on a bit thick, don’t you think?”

Spencer lowered his head. At the rate he was going, Blair would tear up their contract rather than elevate them to Daddy/boy status. A soft hand on his shoulder startled him.

“Hey,” Blair smiled down at him. “I want this trip to be the best vacation you’ve ever had. I can tell there’s something on your mind, so I’m willing to let this bit of a hiccup between us go for the time being. But as your Dom, I need to know if there are any problems you’re dealing with, anything that might affect a scene. Since this vacation is one long scene, I think we should clear the air before we continue. Sound good?”

“Right. The scene.” They hadn’t even been at the lodge for more than a few hours, and already he’d fucked everything up. “Sure. Whatever you think is best.”

In truth, he didn’t want a stupid scene. He wanted a Daddy. No, he needed a Daddy.

Blair rubbed Spencer’s back, his touch soothing. “You don’t sound very happy about it. Talk to me, babe. I meant it when I said I want you to enjoy yourself this week.”

Spencer straightened a bit. Blair was right. A scene was all wrong. Fulltime Daddies and boys didn’t do scenes, they just were who they were.

“I know. And I changed my mind. No scenes. We should just be ourselves and explore our dynamic as a couple.” Spencer took the initiative and wrapped his arms around Blair’s middle, pressing his cheek against Blair’s chest. “I love how big and strong you are. You make me feel so safe and protected.”

Perhaps his words were a bit abrupt under the circumstances, but if he was going to get what he wanted, he needed to start behaving the way he wanted to with Blair. To be a boy and not only a sub. To show Blair how amazing it could be with them.

Blair embraced him and rested his head on top of Spencer’s. “That’s nice to hear. I want you to feel as if I’ve got you—even when we’re not in the roles of Dom and sub.”

Spencer bit his lip. Should he? Blair had kind of given him a good opening.

“I do feel that way. I think that’s what I meant, you know, about our dynamic? I guess I thought that if we were in one continuous scene while we were here, then we could explore that more fully.”

Blair pulled back and gazed down at him. “Well, how about this? Let’s use this week to let go of all expectations and explore whatever aspects of our relationship we want. Try new things, discuss how we want our life together to progress. Does that fall in line with what you were thinking?”

“Yes, Sir. I mean, Blair.” He bit his lip. “Or however you’d like me to address you.” He gave a few lash bats for emphasis.

Blair narrowed his eyes with a quirk of his brow. “I guess we’ll have to see what develops, hmm?”

Spencer shivered in Blair’s embrace. “Yeah. I’m all about things developing.”

Blair pinched his ass and Spencer yelped in surprise.

“Just as long as your smart mouth doesn’t develop any more than it already has. Not sure I could take it.”

The last thing Spencer wanted was to become such a brat that Blair would give him up for adoption at the club instead of wanting to care for and guide him.

He pushed up onto his toes then gave Blair a soft kiss. “I won’t be disrespectful, I promise.” At Blair’s questioning gaze, Spencer amended his words a tad. “At least not intentionally.”

Blair’s features relaxed and he gave Spencer a much more thorough kiss than he would’ve anticipated from him in the middle of the hotel lobby. After one last press to Spencer’s lips, Blair brushed back some strands of hair that had fallen across Spencer’s forehead.

“All I’ve ever asked from you is that you try, babe. That’s all.”

Blair loved him so much and all he ever did was give the guy trouble. He realized that Blair enjoyed it to a certain degree, but Spencer also knew how out of control he could get. Spencer gave Blair a big, squishy hug.

“I know, Da—” Spencer choked back his words, not daring to check Blair’s expression. He’d been fantasizing so much about calling Blair ‘Daddy’, that he’d almost blurted it out. “—amn. I mean, darn.” No matter what, he couldn’t stop screwing up. “I forgot to tell Ty what time we’d all be meeting at the lifts tomorrow.”

“Babe?”

Spencer glanced up, his well-practiced expression of innocence plastered across his face. “Yes?”

“We’re less than five minutes away from seeing Ty, Greg and the rest of the group at the restaurant. I’m guessing you could tell him then.” Blair pressed the back of his hand to Spencer’s forehead. “You don’t feel feverish.”

Spencer scowled. “What makes you think I have a fever?”

“Because you sound delirious.” Blair snorted then took his hand, leading him in the direction of the eatery. “We’d better get you something to eat. Maybe low-blood sugar is making you forgetful.”

A snippy remark was right there, ready to get him into trouble, but Spencer couldn’t allow himself to become distracted from his objective. He’d already almost derailed things several times that day, and it was barely nightfall. Instead, he reeled himself back in and came up with a more Daddy-centric observation.

“Maybe that’s it. See? I need you to watch out for me. I can be so forgetful at times.”

As it turned out, he wasn’t lying or even exaggerating. Despite his sneaky, manipulative ways, there was a solid reason he wanted Blair to be his Daddy.

Someone needed to keep him in line.

Upping the Game

The day was perfect for hitting the slopes, and after the sexy evening he and Blair had shared the night before, Spencer determined it was time to up his game. After all, they only had so many days secluded together in paradise.

However, that had become his latest hurdle to overcome. They weren’t exactly secluded in other ways. So far, other than the surprise bath and lovemaking session—sans scene—before they passed out, they’d been with their friends the entire time. Dinner, lobby socials, breakfast and now skiing. And of course, Blair, Greg and another Dom he was close to at the club had been huddled together all day discussing who knew what. Blair had even ridden a lift with Greg on the ridgeline connection.

But Spencer refused to fall into a snit. His notorious crankiness wouldn’t help his cause one bit. He and Ty were back in the locker room connected to the ski shop getting out of their gear. The seed of an idea had begun to grow, but he needed Ty to weigh in. Blair and Greg had decided to take one more run before he and Ty had taken the lift back to the lodge, so they’d likely be showing up soon.

Spencer elbowed Ty. “Tell me what you think of this plan.”

Ty regarded him with a glare. “Why does every interaction between us since we’ve arrived involve me getting bruised?”

Spencer petted Ty’s arm. “Sorry. I don’t mean to. I’m sort of lost in my own world right now.”

Ty grunted as he undid his boots. “I’ll say.”

Now Spencer was feeling bad. Ty was his best friend. He shouldn’t be treating him like a punching bag. “I mean it, dude. I’m sorry. I guess I’m nervous about this whole thing.”

Something he’d said must’ve gotten Ty’s attention, because he stopped everything he was doing and regarded him.

“You? Nervous? When have you ever been nervous?”

Spencer also paused. “Whaddya mean? I’m nervous all the time. That’s one of the main reasons I’m defecting to the Daddy/boy camp. I’ve got wicked anxiety. When I was a teen, my parents had me on anti-anxiety meds, and I got addicted. I got off them before I met Blair, but my nerves are still shot to hell half the time. I don’t want to be a constant stress case, but I don’t want to be on the meds anymore either. I know it works for some people, but they mess me up.” Spencer slumped, clutching the edges of the hard, locker room bench. “I thought maybe, you know, if I had a Daddy… Maybe I could let it all go, trust him to be there for me all the time so I wouldn’t have to worry about anything. Blair’s the only person I’ve ever met who I’d trust with my life that way.”

Ty’s forehead creased and he laid his hand on Spencer’s arm. “I’m sorry, I had no idea you went through all that. You never said anything before. Does Blair know?”

Spencer nodded. “He does. I’ve told him everything. Sort of.”

“Uh-oh,” Ty sighed. “What does that mean?”

Spencer gave a one-shouldered shrug. “He knows my background and what I went through with the meds. And he knows I sometimes get anxious.” Spencer locked gazes with Ty and winced. “Only he doesn’t know how bad it is. I try to hide it when we’re together, so my anxiety doesn’t ruin what little time we get to spend with each other.”

“Dude…” Ty’s eyes widened. “You have to tell him. That’s serious! He’s going to be so upset that he you’ve been keeping it a secret and that he’s not doing his job as a Dom.”

Spencer dropped his head in his hands. “I know! It’s the whole honesty thing too, he was just getting on me about that.” Spencer wrapped his arms around himself then faced Ty again. “I thought if he became my fulltime Daddy, the rest would work itself out, you know?”

Ty shook his head. “Man. I can’t believe he hasn’t been able to tell how anxious you are already.”

“Oh, I’ve been caught plenty of times, believe me. It’s exhausting having to hide things from him. The only reason I’ve gotten away with it as much as I have is that we don’t live together.”

Ty let out a long sigh. “Wow. Now I’m more on board with your scheme. You do need a Daddy.” He smacked Spencer’s arm. “All right. Let’s hear it. What’s your latest plan?”

Spencer rubbed his arm where Ty had whacked it, but had the decency not to complain after all he’d put Ty’s arm through. “This is how I look at the situation. I love you and all, but me and Blair aren’t getting enough alone time. And when we are alone, it’s only a brief respite before we have to meet up with everyone again. This will only work if I have his undivided attention for an extended time period.”

“So, you’re going to tie him to a chair?”

Spencer smirked. “No. Remember, this only works if I make it seem as if it’s his idea. It has to come about naturally.”

“Yeah. Right. Everything about this scheme so far has been sooooo natural.”

Spencer’s anxiety started to creep up on him again. All the talking they’d been doing meant that Blair and Greg were that much closer to showing up in the locker room. He had to be ready for action before that happened.

“Listen up. I need to get changed real quick. Then I’ll wait right outside so I can see Blair arriving. The minute he steps off the lift, I’ll go running toward him, overcome with joy that my beloved Dom has come back to me—”

“Oh brother.”

Spencer glared. “Let me finish.”

Ty offered him a generous eyeroll. “Carry on.”

“Thank you. Now, as I was saying, I’m running toward his outstretched arms when suddenly, oh no! I trip and hurt my knee or foot or something.” He waved his hand around. “I’ll figure it out. Anyway, I won’t be hurt so badly that doctors need to be called—just enough that I have to rest for a couple days in the room. Then, we can have uninterrupted time to nurture our Daddy/boy connection, because he’ll be fawning all over me, taking care of his precious, injured baby boy.”

“Uh-huh. And because you’re going to tell him the truth. Right?”

“Let’s not get crazy.”

“Spencer! You have to be honest with him or it won’t work. Daddy takes care of all my needs and is there for me every step of the way. But the only way he can do it is because he doesn’t have to second-guess me all the time. We don’t keep anything from each other.”

“Not even one little thing?”

“No. That’s the whole point, dork. What were you thinking it would be like?”

Spencer fiddled with the zipper on his jacket pocket. “Well…that I’d be mostly honest.”

Ty crossed his arms with a huff. “There’s no such thing as mostly honest. Look. You asked me for my expert guidance, so take it or leave it. Fully honest or forget the whole thing.”

“But…” The sudden urge to cry slammed into him, but he didn’t have time to indulge his pesky emotions when plans needed to be put in motion.

“But what?” Ty tilted his head.

Spencer groaned. “If Blair finds out what an anxiety-ridden mess I am, he’ll run screaming. A little anxiety here and there is all right. Helps a Top feel useful. But all the time? I don’t care how Dommy or Daddy you are—that would annoy the fuck out of anyone.” He snorted. “I know it would annoy me.”

“Gah!” Ty slapped his forehead. “Don’t you get it? That’s why you’re the boy. Because you being the Daddy would be a complete nightmare.”

“Gee, thanks.” Spencer jumped to his feet. “Anyway, I can work out all the details later. Right now, I need to get into position so I don’t miss his arrival. Who knows when I’ll get another chance as good as this?”

“Wait.” Ty grabbed his jacket sleeve. “Don’t do it.”

“I’ll be honest with him, I swear. I just need some alone time first.”

Ty shook his head. “I don’t mean that. It’s no joke messing around in the snow like that. You might actually hurt yourself.”

“That’s ridiculous. I’m not going to hurl myself over a cliff. I think if I can handle sailing down the face of a mountain on two long sticks at high speed, I can trip in the powdery snow on level ground and survive.”

Ty covered his eyes with his hands. “I have a bad feeling.”

Spencer patted his arm before he walked away. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” He glanced over his shoulder as he scurried to get outside before Blair arrived. “I promise to be—”

Spencer landed with an oomph and a thud on the cement locker room floor, the palms of his hands slapping against the concrete as he kept himself from face-planting completely.

The fuck?

He gritted his teeth against the horrible pain in his throbbing—and rapidly swelling—knee.

“Oh shit! Spencer!” Ty rushed over then dropped to the floor next to him. “Are you okay?”

“I-I’m not sure.”

Spencer frowned as he checked his surroundings. Then he spotted the nylon strap of a large duffel bag that lay in the path leading to the entrance. Whoever had left the bag there hadn’t noticed it was in the aisle waiting to loop around someone’s foot like a trap.

“Does anything hurt? You didn’t break your wrists when you landed, did you?”

“No, my wrists are fine. My knee? Not so much.”

He wasn’t looking forward to seeing what it looked like after he’d peeled off his pants. The long underwear he was wearing beneath his jeans were getting tighter and tighter.

“Oh no, this is awful.”

Ty looked as if he was about to cry. Spencer didn’t want his friend to be upset on his account.

He striked Ty’s arm. “Hey, look on the bright side. Now I don’t have to fake an injury.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

The locker room was empty, and Spencer didn’t honestly think he could pull himself to a standing position. He doubted Ty could help him out either. His buddy wasn’t any bigger than he was.

Ty ran his fingers through his unruly curls. “Okay, don’t move. I’m going to get help.”

All he cared about was Blair. He didn’t want anyone else touching him. But the harsh reality is that he might have no choice if he’d actually broken something.

“All right. I’ll behave for once.”

Ty had barely made it out of the locker room when Spencer heard Blair’s excited yells. He angled his head around to see what was going on, and his heart skipped as Blair came rushing toward him. He appeared terrified and a wave of shame passed through Spencer that he’d been about to fake being hurt.

Right as Spencer tried to push himself up, Blair held up both hands, palms out.

“Don’t move! I already told Greg to call the paramedics.”

The mountain had its own station that included Search and Rescue teams to service the ski resort area. One of Spencer’s random panic attacks had revolved around Blair getting hurt on the slopes and there being no help nearby. The guy wasn’t getting any younger.

Only hotter.

Blair sat on his haunches next to him, petting his hair back, his brow furrowed with clear worry.

“What happened, baby?”

Spencer had just opened his mouth to speak, but the ‘baby’ remark made him snap his jaw shut.

“Dammit.” Blair frowned as he regarded him. “You’re shivering.” He yanked off his parka. “What’s taking them so long?”

“Uh…because Greg called them less than three minutes ago?”

Blair sighed as he wrapped his jacket around Spencer’s shoulders. “I see your smart mouth wasn’t injured.”

“Sorry.”

“Never mind that. Tell me where it hurts. Ty said you tripped and needed help. I ran in here before he could get another word out.” Blair sat on the cold concrete next to him. “Can you lean against me? Or is it your back that was injured?”

“No, my back’s fine. But I banged up my knee pretty bad.” His bottom lip quivered. Now that Blair was with him, he just wanted to be held in the warmth of his embrace. “I don’t think I’ll be able to ski anymore. I ruined our vacation.”

“Oh, baby. No you didn’t.” Blair wrapped an arm around his shoulders and encouraged him to rest his head against his chest. “The only requirement I have for a good vacation is being with you. Everything else is just extra.”

Spencer peered up at him. “Are you sure?”

Blair smiled. “Very.” He pressed a kiss to his temple. “I’ve been looking forward to having this extended time with you for months. I know I’ve been slammed at the mortgage company and we haven’t been able to get together as much as we’d like.” He chuckled. “Don’t take this the wrong way, because it’s killing me that you’re in pain right now. But now I have an excuse not to be on the slopes. I can be taking care of you in our suite instead.”

Spencer tried not to appear too guilty. Things were working out and he didn’t want to make Blair suspicious. “Yeah. How about that? Funny how those unexpected things happen.”

Blair nuzzled his head. “We’ll order room service and cuddle in bed with the fireplace going. We can watch the snow fall together, sip hot cocoa and I’ll take care of your every need.”

If he wasn’t in so much pain, Spencer imagined he’d be popping a boner.

Daddy and Boy

Spencer wiggled his ass in the king-size bed of their lodge room to get into a more comfortable position. He pressed his lips together as he adjusted the two pillows beneath his knee, the pain still bad enough that he had to be careful not to move too abruptly. Lying around the past few days in nothing but sweatpants and a tee had been nice—for the most part. Usually when he was alone with Blair, he’d be naked. But his thoughtful Dom had been keeping everything in the platonic zone, which had not been part of his plan. Then again, neither had injuring himself for real.

As soon as Blair returned from a food run, he’d ask for the heating pad back. Ever since his fall, Blair had been monitoring first the ice pack application, then the heating pad usage, like a carefully timed military operation. Which was why Blair had gone out to get them something to eat. Neither of them could face one more day of the same ol’ same ol’ hotel options. Apparently, there was an awesome seafood place one resort over.

Luckily, he only had a contusion to his knee and hadn’t gone and broken anything as a result of his damn clumsiness. No skiing—but no cast either. He’d begun walking around after one day, but Blair watched him like a hawk to make sure he didn’t over-do it. Spencer grinned to himself. Being picked up and carried back to bed by Blair had been an amazing side benefit of his accident. To make sure it happened as much as possible, he’d called on his brat superpowers and would casually remark he was going to the ice machine, or maybe see who was hanging out in the lobby.

The click of the keycard in the lock grabbed his attention and Spencer jolted from bed. He hadn’t been carried around even once that day, and he needed to milk his condition for as long as he could.

Spencer scurried to the glass doors of the balcony right as Blair entered the room. He adopted his nonchalant ‘I’m staring at the gorgeous view’ pose and pretended as if he’d been standing there for a while.

“What are you doing?”

Spencer turned to Blair with a smile. “Oh hi. I didn’t hear you come in. I was captivated by this stunning view.”

Blair narrowed his eyes. “Uh-huh.” He set the bags of food on the dinette table. “Don’t move, you little troublemaker.”

Spencer gasped and slapped a hand to his chest. “Me? A troublemaker? That’s not very nice.”

Blair approached him. “Don’t push it, baby.”

That was another thing. He’d been itching to ask Blair about the sudden appearance of the new endearment, but had also worried that if he did, Blair might stop using it.

Right as Blair lifted him, he wrapped his arms around Blair’s neck then laid his head on his shoulder with a sigh. However, instead of depositing him on the dinette chair, he headed for the couch by the fireplace instead. Blair leaned over and gently set him on the deep blue velvet cushion, then grabbed a throw and tossed it over his legs. Spencer was so surprised, all he could do was stare open-mouthed at his Dom.

Blair smiled down at him. “I’ll add some more wood to the fire then grab our food.”

Spencer nodded, still not sure why they were eating on the sofa. Of course, they’d been eating in bed quite a bit, and using the couch wasn’t all that strange, it was more that Blair had been acting so out of character ever since they’d arrived. From the vanilla bubble bath to being carted around in Blair’s arms—Spencer wondered if the man was losing it.

Not that Spencer minded. Not in the slightest. After all, he’d been aching for more attention from his Dom, more coddling and affection. He supposed he should just run with it instead of questioning every move Blair made.

Spencer studied him as he went about getting everything prepared for their meal. Since Blair seemed was so relaxed and in caretaker mode, Spencer sensed it was finally time to make his move. Especially since they only had a few days left of their vacation. He swallowed hard, his stomach clenching. Going back to his tiny apartment, living alone and not waking up in Blair’s arms every morning was going to suck hairy donkey balls. He’d already grown so accustomed to being with him around the clock.

Blair brought over a glass of ice with Spencer’s favorite soda, then set it on the table in front of him. “Here you go. Let me change out of these clothes, then we can get started.” He tucked a hank of Spencer’s bed-head hair behind his ear. “My baby must be starving. I know I am.”

“Yeah, totally. Thanks.”

As Blair went about getting out of his layers of clothing, an epiphany hit Spencer. Blair had been so incredibly loving on their vacation, but so far, all Spencer had done was act out and focus on what he wanted. What Blair could give him. Why would Blair want to give all his time and attention to an insufferable brat? Sure, Blair seemed to enjoy the push-pull, but would he want that shit 24/7? Maybe that was why he’d never suggested they live together. Blair probably figured he could only handle him in small doses.

Spencer picked at the throw covering his legs, the warmth from the newly stoked fireplace beginning to make the room nice and toasty. His eyes burned and he fought against the emotion rising in his throat.

Great. A weepy brat. Blair would definitely find that attractive.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby?”

Blair dropped onto the couch beside him, arranging him so he could rest against Blair’s chest and still keep his legs up on the cushions. Spencer was fine with that. Then he wouldn’t have to look Blair in the eyes.

Blair rubbed soft circles over Spencer’s belly as he embraced him from behind. “Come on, talk to me. Why are you upset?”

“I’m an asshole.”

Blair let out a snorting laugh. “Now, now. We’ve had the ‘don’t put yourself down’ conversation plenty of times for you to know better.”

“But what if I’m just stating a simple fact? I’m an asshole. That’s all there is to it.”

Blair gave him a light tap on the side of his thigh. “Knock it off. I can’t spank you right now, so you’re not playing fair.”

Sobs wracked Spencer’s body, the onslaught of emotion catching him off-guard. Everything had gone to hell and he wanted to kick his own sorry ass. What the fuck was wrong with him? Blair rocked him in his arms, whispering words of love and comfort as Spencer cried it out.

After a few minutes, Spencer had calmed down enough that the uncontrolled weeping had morphed into a combination of hiccupping and snuffling. Blair pressed a kiss to his temple, then leaned around him to grab the tissue box off the coffee table. He placed it in Spencer’s lap, plucked a tissue then handed it to him.

“Thanks.” His outburst had been beyond embarrassing. “Sorry about that.” He blew his nose, then grabbed another tissue to do it again. “Apparently, I’m a skilled mood-ruiner on top of everything else.” He shoved the used tissues into the pocket of his sweatpants. “I need to fess up to something.”

The only way he could fix his bad behavior, the only hope he had of being in the type of relationship he longed for with Blair, was to quit manipulating everything to feed his private agenda. Ty was right. He had to be honest. Completely honest.

“Okay, baby. Tell Daddy what’s bothering you.”

Spencer gasped, jerking forward and twisting his body around to face a laughing Blair. The nerve! “What did you say?”

“Be careful of your knee, baby boy.”

Spencer crossed his arms and scowled at the man who only moments before he’d been ashamed of duping. “That’s not what you said!”

Blair had the gall to keep chuckling. “But I’m serious.”

“Ha! You don’t seem very serious to me,” Spencer huffed. “I guess this has all been one big hilarious joke to you! Let’s play Spencer, let him make a fool of himself on our vacation. How many of you are in on it? Huh?” Spencer yanked the throw off his legs and hurled it to the floor. “That’s it, I’m leaving!”

“Whoa, hold on, let’s not get so dramatic.” Blair grabbed him around the waist and yanked him onto his lap. “And I think I can rightfully ask you the same thing. Who’s been playing who? And I’m guessing Ty was part of your devious plan as well, hmm?”

Spencer stopped struggling to get away from Blair, collapsing against him instead as the truth of his words sucked the fight right out of him.

“Yeah. Well. That’s beside the point.”

“Oh? Is it?” Blair turned Spencer in his arms, then tugged on his chin until Spencer looked at him. “That’s better. I love my baby’s beautiful sea blue eyes.” He smiled. “I need you to listen to Daddy right now, got it?”

A shiver ran through Spencer despite how angry he still was. Maybe having a Daddy wasn’t such a great idea after all. Blair would figure out pretty damn fast that he could reduce Spencer to goo when necessary.

Spencer bit his lip. “Okay.”

Blair quirked an eyebrow. “Okay what?”

Spencer’s eyes widened. “I can say it?”

“Do you want to say it?”

“Oh my God, yes.”

Blair chuckled. “Then what are you waiting for?”

“Daddy.” Spencer smiled so hard his cheeks hurt. “I mean, okay Daddy. I’ll listen to you.”

“Good boy.” Blair grinned back then moved in for a kiss.

As they marked the moment, Spencer marveled at how being praised as a good boy seemed so much sweeter coming from his Daddy rather than his Dom. Spencer gave himself over to Blair’s will, let him lead the kiss, to control the exchange. He clutched at Blair’s muscled shoulders, reveling in the strength of the man he loved so much it made his chest ache. Blair tilted his head each time he dipped his tongue into Spencer’s mouth, going deeper at each pass as if claiming Spencer all over again.

At last, they both came up for air and Spencer wasn’t sure if he was dizzy from the kiss or excitement over the amazing turn things had taken. Then he remembered. How come there was such an amazing turn?

“Uh-oh.” Blair regarded him warily. “I guess I didn’t kiss you hard enough.”

Spencer didn’t want to ruin their special moment, but at the same time, he had to know what was going on.

“Why did you put me through all this? Why not just tell me you wanted to be a Daddy?” Spencer frowned. “Wait. You actually do want to be a Daddy, right?”

The affection radiating from Blair’s eyes gave him the answer, but he needed to hear his Daddy say it out loud.

“I want to be your Daddy more than anything. And I’d planned on asking you if you’d like to explore taking our relationship to a new level—if you’d let me be your Daddy—on this trip. But damn, your antics were much too entertaining.”

“Antics?” I’ll show you antics. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Come on, baby.” Blair smiled as he trailed his fingers along Spencer’s spine. “You can’t deny you plotted everything out to ensnare me, can you?”

Spencer lowered his gaze, allowing the sensation of Blair’s light touch to calm him. His Daddy was right, of course. Hadn’t he already concluded that he’d been behaving badly, that he needed to be honest?

“I won’t deny it.” He peered up at Daddy. It felt so amazing to think of him that way now. “What made you decide to become a Daddy?”

Blair ran his thumb across Spencer’s bottom lip, smiling as he looked at him with the same affectionate gaze that always told Spencer he was loved.

“I’m not sure if it’s so much a decision as a realization.” Blair pulled him closer, arranged him so he could curl up on Blair’s lap with his head tucked under Blair’s chin. “I’ve always been protective—overly-protective according to some subs I’ve worked with over the years. And many subs, present company included—” He gave Spencer a jostle. “—weren’t all that interested in my advice. And while I was aware of your anxiety issues, you’ve put on a great show over the years of being in total control, assured me that everything’s just fine. However, over the past few months, I’ve been taking more notice. There’ve been some cracks in your carefully constructed façade. Because we only see each other a couple of times a week, I’ve missed way too many signals. And I apologize.”

Spencer blinked several times in confusion. “Why would you apologize? I’m the one, as usual, not being honest.”

“But don’t you see? I haven’t been honest, either. I’ve been holding back out of the fear I’d smother or annoy you. You’ve been hiding because you were afraid I’d view you as weak or incapable—when that’s the furthest thing from the truth. I see you, baby. I know how strong you are, how you always stand up for yourself and your friends.” Blair chuckled. “You don’t let anyone get away with anything.”

Blair stroked his head, a soothing gesture that Spencer loved from him. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. I discussed it with Greg and made the decision to talk about it with you during our getaway when we wouldn’t be distracted by other things.”

Spencer straightened. “Oh my God! Me too.”

Blair stole a quick kiss. “See? Great minds.”

Spencer played with the collar of the souvenir ski lodge T-shirt Blair had bought downstairs the day before. He couldn’t look Blair in the eyes while he asked his next question.

“So, what now? I mean, how does this work?”

“To begin with, I’d like you to move in with me.”

Spencer sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes snapping up to meet Blair’s, to make sure he wasn’t joking. “For real?”

“For real. And I know you always want to know everything all at once, but as your Daddy, one of the first things I’d like to work on is your patience.”

“I thought that’s what the cock cage was for.”

Blair laughed. “Partially. But I was thinking of more real-world applications.”

Spencer snorted. “Seems pretty real when I can’t get a woody. Just sayin’.”

Blair gave him a couple more taps on his thigh. “Boy. Enough.”

Spencer grabbed hold of Blair’s arms as he moved Spencer off his lap and back onto the couch. “Wait. That’s it? We’re not going to discuss everything?”

Blair arranged the throw over his legs again. “What was I just saying about patience? If you want a Daddy to guide and care for you, then you need to learn how to behave. Daddy knows best, right?”

Yeah. He might’ve opened the can of worms and now they were all over the place. He chewed on his thumbnail. At the same time, he’d known for a while that he needed the type of attention a Daddy would give him. And he knew Blair would be the most amazing Daddy ever.

“Yes, Daddy. You know best. My bad.”

Blair straightened. “That’s my good boy. Remember, we still have three whole days to snuggle in bed, and this time, there won’t be any more pretending. But right now? My boy needs to eat.”

In all the excitement, he’d forgotten about the food.

“Here. Let me get you some fresh ice.” Blair picked up the glass he’d previously given Spencer, refilled it then brought it back. Spencer watched in anticipation, excited to see what would happen next. Blair took a seat beside him, opening up the various to go containers, then picking one up that appeared intriguing. Seafood was Spencer’s favorite. He reached for the shrimp and crab cocktail, but Blair stayed his hand.

“No. Let Daddy feed you.”

That was a new one. He’d seen Greg feed Ty on occasion at the club, but when he’d been imagining life with Blair as his Daddy, he’d never pictured himself in that role. Then again, he suspected there was a lot about Daddy/boy relationships he was about to discover.

“Um, okay.” Spencer shifted in Daddy’s lap, not sure what to do with himself.

“Just relax and let Daddy do all the work. That’s it.”

Blair offered him a prawn covered in cocktail sauce. He stuck out his tongue to catch the sauce before it landed on the blanket and Blair moaned, his gaze trained on Spencer’s mouth. Had it been a typical interlude between them, he would’ve worked it, teased Blair until he either got a spanking, fucking or both. But this time, his game was off.

As he took a bite of the shrimp, Blair leaned in and snaked his tongue out, lapping at the corner of Spencer’s lips.

“Mmm. Had to clean up that sauce for you, baby.”

Now it was Spencer’s turn to moan. Blair—Daddy—wasn’t playing fair. He’d dropped the timbre of his voice to the deep growl that always made his dick stand at attention.

For the next bite, his Daddy chose a big lump of crab and Spencer made a show of opening his mouth wide then stilling, making Daddy bring the food to him. Maybe he had a bit of the tease left in him after all.

“That’s my good boy. Eat it all up.”

The way Daddy was encouraging him sounded more like what he’d say after he’d come in Spencer’s mouth. His cock was achingly hard.

While Spencer chewed, Daddy helped himself to a prawn and piece of crab meat. He presented his sauce-covered fingers to Spencer, and he dutifully licked them clean with plenty of moans and lip-smacking for good measure. For the next shrimp, Daddy presented it to him from between his teeth. Spencer went with it, biting off his half, their lips briefly meeting before they pulled back to chew. They licked more sauce from each other’s skin before doing the same thing with the crab.

They finished the seafood cocktail, and Spencer wasn’t hungry for food anymore. He needed his Daddy. But in an uncharacteristic move, he didn’t let his hands wander to Daddy’s solid chest or muscular arms, didn’t grind his ass against Daddy’s rock-hard length to get what he wanted.

He wanted to prove to Daddy he could be a good boy.

Daddy placed the empty container of the appetizer to the side of the boxes that held the rest of their meal. Then, he moved in until their lips met. He tasted Spencer with soft nibbles, used his tongue to explore Spencer’s mouth, his hands wandering possessively over Spencer’s body. Food no longer held any interest. All that mattered was Daddy taking him however he wished.

Daddy broke the kiss, breathless as he stared into Spencer’s eyes. “Still hungry?”

Spencer shook his head. “We might want to save it for later.”

“Yeah. We might.” Daddy grinned.

Before Spencer could say another word, Daddy had pushed himself up from the couch, bringing Spencer along with him. Daddy carried him to the bed, shoving the covers aside as he lay him down.

“Don’t move. Let Daddy undress you.”

As if he could move. He could barely breathe.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Daddy winked then went about clearing up the food and putting it away. When he returned, he had two bottles of water he’d pulled from the fridge. He held one out to Spencer.

“Here you go. I want you to take a few sips.”

Spencer accepted the cool water, already in love with being taken care of. “Thank you, Daddy.”

He broke the seal then followed Daddy’s instructions. While Daddy began undressing, Spencer thought this was what he’d needed all along. Being taken in hand by his Dom had been a revelation in the beginning. But not having that influence daily, and not having the extra care, had left him feeling uncertain. Now, he had everything he’d ever wished for.

Vanilla bubble bath wasn’t so strange after all.

His stunning Daddy approached him, his ample length curving up to his belly, the tip flushed. As he drew closer, Spencer spotted the drops of pre-cum leaking from Daddy’s slit and licked his lips in anticipation.

Daddy stood next to him, carding his fingers through Spencer’s hair, his cock level with Spencer’s mouth.

“Would you like a taste of Daddy’s cock, baby boy?”

“Hell yes.”

Daddy took a step back. “Is that how good boys talk to their Daddy?”

“S-sorry. You’re so hot, Daddy. It just slipped out.”

He moved closer again. “Apology accepted. Just remember, naughty boys don’t get to suck their Daddy’s cock.”

“I’ll remember.” He peered up at Daddy. “Please can I have your cock, Daddy? I’ll be good, I promise.”

Daddy presented the tip of his leaking erection to Spencer. “Be still. I’ll give it to you.”

Spencer’s heart thumped, his body flushing as he waited as patiently as he could to have Daddy’s dick in his mouth. Their gazes locked as Daddy painted Spencer’s lips with his early seed.

“Lap it up for me, boy.”

Spencer gladly complied, Daddy’s flavor bursting on his tongue. His own dick throbbed in his pants, and he wished he had the cage or a ring on. He wasn’t sure he’d last, and for once, he didn’t want to be a naughty boy.

“That’s it,” Daddy moaned. “That’s my best boy.” He let the head of his hardened length rest on Spencer’s bottom lip. “Now, you’re going to take it good for me, right baby? Show Daddy how much you love eating dick, what a dirty little cockhound you are?”

“Oh God.”

Spencer grabbed the base of his own erection through his sweatpants, barely averting a crisis while opening his mouth to obey. Daddy fed Spencer his cock slowly, inch by inch, until the end bumped the back of his throat. He swallowed around the spongy head and Daddy gasped.

Daddy framed Spencer’s head with his palms and paused. He stared down at him, and Spencer could only imagine how he looked with his lips spread wide from Daddy’s cock, the hard length stuffed all the way into Spencer’s mouth.

“Fuck,” Daddy whispered. “So beautiful.”

A few more seconds passed, then Daddy moved. He started out slow, sliding his rigid flesh over Spencer’s tongue, allowing him to feel every ropey vein, to lick and suck at leisure. But soon he picked up his rhythm. Daddy fucked his face, took his mouth the way he always took his ass.

Tears fell from his eyes, spit leaking from his lips as Daddy used his mouth for his own pleasure. Spencer kept a grip on the base of his own cock as Daddy’s prick swelled on his tongue.

Soon…

Daddy roared his climax and hot cum spilled down Spencer’s throat. He swallowed what he could, but there was so much that some escaped and dribbled down his chin. Daddy’s softening dick slipped from his mouth with Spencer chasing after it for one more taste.

Daddy leaned down. “Allow me.”

With that, he dragged his tongue through the cum that Spencer hadn’t caught then pushed it back into Spencer’s mouth. They shared Daddy’s seed, kissing each other with a wild hunger until Spencer feared he’d lose the battle of staving off his orgasm.

Daddy broke the connection, both of them breathing frantically from the intense exchange.

“Lift up your arms, baby.” Spencer did as he was told, and Daddy pulled off his shirt. “You’ll have to let go of your dick if you want those pants off.” Daddy pressed his lips together as if holding back a chuckle. “But great job. You must really want to come for Daddy.”

“D-don’t talk, Daddy. I’m right at the edge.”

Daddy tugged down his sweatpants, taking extra care when he reached Spencer’s sore knee. “Don’t worry.” He grinned. “My mouth will be busy with things other than talking.”

Spencer’s hand flew to his junk again. “See? Not helping.”

Daddy chuckled then pushed on his hip, encouraging him to roll on the side of his good knee. “I’ll be helping you out in just a minute, baby. First, I want your bad knee properly cushioned.” Daddy stuffed one of the feathery pillows underneath his bent leg. “There. Are you comfortable like that?”

“The position is fine.” Spencer groaned. “But the last thing I am is comfortable.” He peered over his shoulder. “Please, Daddy? I’m so hot for you.”

“With pleasure, baby boy.”

Daddy parted Spencer’s butt cheeks with his hands, the warmth of his breath the only warning he had before the sensation of Daddy’s tongue in his crease made him collapse against the pillows. Daddy ate him with abandon, lapping at his hole, Daddy’s fingers digging into his flesh as he kept his ass spread wide.

Spencer clutched at the pillows under his head, gritting his teeth to keep from coming too soon. Daddy reached around and grabbed Spencer’s dick, pushing Spencer’s hand away as he did. Their rule about coming was once Daddy touched him, he could come whenever he liked. However, the rim job Daddy was giving him was much too incredible to waste. He wanted to last as long as possible.

Daddy hardened the end of his tongue then pierced Spencer’s entrance, pushing his way in, fucking Spencer’s hole in short, stabbing thrusts. He stroked Spencer’s cock in tandem, the assault of sensation tipping him over the edge.

Spencer shouted out his release, jets of hot seed erupting over Daddy’s hand as stars exploded in his vision. Daddy rubbed the cum into Spencer’s belly while continuing to lick and kiss Spencer’s quivering hole. Never had he felt so used and drained.

So good.

Daddy crawled up the length of Spencer’s body, then spooned him from behind. He idly played in the cooling seed on Spencer’s skin as he left soft kisses on his shoulder and neck.

“I love you, baby boy.”

Spencer sighed, the sound a happy and contented one. “I love you too, Daddy.” He wiggled his ass so it nestled perfectly against Daddy’s soft cock. “More than you’ll ever know, since I’m always so bratty.”

Daddy bit Spencer’s earlobe and he yelped.

“I prefer spunky over bratty.”

Spencer joined Daddy by trailing his fingers through the drying cum on his belly. “Well, I guess I am pretty spunky right now.”

Daddy snorted. “Enough. You know I don’t want you to change who you are, right? All I wish is for you to live your best life, and for me to be the one who’s by your side on every step of that journey.”

Something about Daddy’s words struck him. In the past, while they’d been free with expressing their love for each other, anything related to being together in the future hadn’t been discussed. Daddy had asked him to move in. Did he mean forever?

Spencer laced his fingers with Daddy’s and rested their joined hands against his abdomen. “I know you only want the best for me, I’ve always believed that. But…can I ask you something?”

“Always. I hope you know that, too.”

“When you talk about being by my side for that journey, do you mean our whole lives? That we’re together forever?”

Daddy kissed the back of Spencer’s neck and squeezed his hand. “And ever and ever. For as long as you’ll let me.”

Spencer risked Daddy’s punishment for not being careful with his knee and turned in Daddy’s embrace. He had to look into Daddy’s gray eyes, the ones that had made his heart melt the first time he saw him at the club.

“Forever it is, then.”

Daddy smiled and took his mouth in a soft, sweet kiss. They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, silently touching and kissing until Spencer felt himself drifting away. Right as he lost his bid to stay awake, Daddy’s words floated to his ears.

“Get some sleep, baby boy. Daddy’s got you.”

* * * *

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I was living a lie. I couldn’t be caught in my deception, or my family and friends would abandon me. But my fears became reality and I was cast away as if I were garbage. Then this man, a stranger, took me home and showed me that love can take on many forms, that I’m not filled with sin or doomed to go to hell because I’m gay. He showed me that I’m not broken. I don’t need to be fixed. What I need is to be nurtured and cared for.

This man showed me that it’s okay to be his boy and to call him daddy…

Seth was a good Christian son raised in a very conservative church.

He learned early on that the world is evil and filled with sinners—but the most horrible thing you can be is gay. When his shame is discovered, he’s shipped off to a special camp that fixes deviants like him. Years have passed since then, yet he still runs from himself every day.

Malcolm was a good daddy for almost ten years before his boy died.

No longer daring to be too close with another man again, he’s avoided clubs and old friends that remind him of a life filled with a joy he can no longer have. Unable to find a purpose in his lonely existence, he spends night after night in a dive bar at the edge of town. However, witnessing a scared young man being harassed by two bullies jolts him out of his misery.

No one messes with someone vulnerable and helpless on his watch… 

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If BDSM, age gap and total power exchange between sweet boys and their loving Masters are what you love reading about, then check out The Hampton Road Club series set in the decadent era of the 1920s. Be sure to pick up your copy of Hesitant Heart (The Hampton Road Club 1) and discover what goes on behind the doors of this secret, gentleman’s sadomasochism club:

Sam might be innocent, but the Roaring Twenties aren’t…

Sam is used to living with lots of secrets. He’s always had to hide who he is or else incur the wrath of his strict and abusive father. After he’s faced with a horrible ultimatum, he flees to Hollywood where he hopes he can escape the specter of his miserable upbringing.

Aaron is a wealthy, sophisticated man who loses himself in painting portraits of bound men to stave off his loneliness and despair. Unable to find a lasting connection with anyone, he has resorted to paying lovers so he can indulge in his darker passions. Aaron’s only respite is the Hampton Road sadomasochism club where he’s a respected dominant.

Naïve in the ways men can please one another, Sam takes a job at a bathhouse where he first glimpses a handsome older man. Aaron has his interest sparked when he spies a shy towel boy watching him whenever he patronizes the Temple of Eros. When a traumatic event triggers Aaron’s protective nature, he rescues the gentle Sam from the clutches of the disreputable establishment’s manager.

As their bond deepens and Sam is trained for his first night at the Hampton Road Club, an unknown danger lurks. Will Aaron’s heart be crushed once again?

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Click Here to read the Kiss of Leather series set in a contemporary, premiere West Hollywood BDSM club.

Click Here to read the Soul Match series, a post-apocalyptic sci-fi romance where humans are matched with two hunky aliens and power exchange is the norm.

Click Here to read the Play Series and follow Phil and Terry’s journey into total power exchange with lots of kinky playtime.

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About the Author:

Bestselling and award-winning author Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after. If there happens to be some friendly bondage or floggings involved, she doesn’t begrudge her characters whatever their filthy little heart’s desire. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share – her adventures as a published author began in 2011. Once upon a time she was the lead singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently resides on the northern Oregon coast and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men she takes walks along the ocean and annoys the local Karaoke bar patrons.

With over 60 gay/bisexual romance books and stories published through Knight Ever After Publishing and Pride Publishing, Morticia is bound to have something for your sexy HEA reading pleasure!

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