Page 50 of Reaching Roland

He snuggled back in and sighed. “They said something else interesting, too.”

I knew that had been too easy. “What's that?”

“They insinuated that we have an actual Daddy-boy relationship.”

“Cameron and Miss Georgina said the same thing to me. But how do you feel about it? I’ve never heard you express any interest in that lifestyle.”

He hummed softly, and I gave him the time he needed to express what he was feeling. Now that we were aware, this was an important conversation. “No one's ever treated me the way you do, Daddy. Before they pointed it out, I assumed I just appreciated how kindly and respectfully you treated me. But that’s not really all. I like that you worry about my mental and emotional state, whether I’ve eaten or gotten enough rest. I even get a little charge from you complaining about my damn shoes. You make me feel cherished and like I'm precious to you.”

I put a finger under his chin, tipped his head up, and pressed a kiss to his soft lips. “That’s because you are precious to me.”

He smiled, and his green eyes sparkled in the candlelight. “I know.” He hid his face in the crook of my arm and admitted quietly, “I also really love how you spoil and coddle me.”

“That's good because I really enjoy doing it. I don’t see me stopping anytime soon.”

“Really?” he asked, lifting his head enough to peek at me from under his eyelashes.

“Mhm. I enjoy babying you.” Which I’d never really thought about before. It came so naturally for me to treat Kenny that way. He really pulled something out in me.

He sat up abruptly and surprised me by straddling my lap. “Does this mean I get rules, Daddy?” he asked flirtatiously.

Ahh, my frisky boy was back. I’d liked this shyer version of him the last couple of days, but I preferred him full of that teasing confidence I’d come to associate with him. “I guess I’ll have to think about it.”

“That’s fair. In the meantime, are we going to make out, or should I get another lollipop?”

I choked out a laugh. “What’s with you sucking on those all the time?”

“It’s stupid, really, but I started smoking cigarettes in middle school.”

Resting my hands on his thighs, right below where his shorts started, I peered up at him. “Really? I can’t imagine you as a smoker.”

“Right? But I did. I think it was kind of myfuck youto the world. I couldn’t tell people I was gay because it was so taboo, but I could smoke, and even though it wasn’t exactly the in thing to do, no one was going to bully me for it.”

“I’m sorry, shortcake.” I hated the pain I heard in his voice at that explanation. I hated that I couldn’t fix that past hurt for him.

He shrugged. “It’s okay, Daddy. Once I became friends with the guys, Knight helped me quit.” He rolled his eyes. “Our football-playing friend actually badgered all three of us into giving up something. For me, it was cigarettes. He bought me this huge two-hundred-forty count bag ofDum Dumsand told me to suck on those instead. So I did, and I never stopped.”

“The more you talk about your friends, the better I like them.”

“They’re pretty great.” He squirmed around on my lap, pushing his lithe body closer to mine, which in turn, had my hands gliding farther up the skin on his legs.

A thought sprang to my mind. “You know, I really wish you’d wear more supportive footwear to work.”

“Ohhh. Are you making rules, Daddy?”

I licked my bottom lip, enjoying how his eyes followed the motion intently. “No, not a rule as much as I have a reward for you if you try harder with that.”

He draped his arms over my shoulders, which brought our faces closer. His breath brushed over me as he asked, “What kind of reward?” Ensnaring me in my own trap, he licked his lips, mesmerizing me with the sight of that cute little pink tongue.

Wrapping my hands around the outside of his thighs, I squeezed, and his eyes fluttered closed. “Do you want to know the reward, Kenny?” I asked, pretending not to notice how he fidgeted on my lap, getting closer and closer to my groin. As important as it was to me that he knew I wanted him for more than his hot little body, I wasn’t a saint, so I scooted down a smidge, giving him better access.

“I do.”

His gaze was so focused on my mouth that I knew this conversation was almost over for now. That was fine with me. “Since you obviously have an oral fixation. How about this? You take better care of your feet, and I’ll give you something better to suck on than those lollies.”

His pupils blew wide, and he whimpered.

“Would you like that, shortcake? Would you like to suck on Daddy’s cock for a special treat?” Not that giving him his reward would be a hardship to me, as much and as often as he wanted.

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