Page 31 of Just A Little Love

“Yeah, Daddy, I’d like that. Can I borrow some clothes or do you want to stop by my house?” I absolutely loved how Rory naturally deferred to me. In the back of my mind, I always wanted a relationship closer to the total power exchange end of the spectrum than the casual end. Interacting with Rory solidified the notion. Which brought me back full circle to the realization that I can’t serve two masters. If I was going to be a daddy, accommodations for my work would be required. If I stayed the course and put aside my daddy inclinations until some unknown future date after an undetermined milestone, I needed to dial back this thing with Rory immediately. However, nothing would be solved tonight.

“I love the idea of you wearing my clothes, Bunny.” I leaned over and nuzzled my nose along the curve of his jaw. His breathy sounds went straight to my dick, but not before making a stop at my heart. I couldn’t imagine a time when I'd tire of having Rory near me. What started as a business deal had long since morphed into so much more, and since I was in an honest mood, it had been a deal for about half a minute. “Let’s head straight over to my apartment. You look dead on your feet.”

The ride to my downtown apartment was quick and silent. Because touching him grounded me like nothing else, I kept myhand on Rory's thigh and drove one-handed. His fingers curled around my own, and he looked out the window. It had rained again, and the slick streets had bled colors from the lights’ reflections. Rory’s small smile forced a matching one from me. The light bounced off his face, giving him an ethereal look. My very own angel sent to show me the error of my workaholic ways.

I pulled into the underground parking garage and into my assigned parking spot. When I purchased my apartment originally, I felt like I was burning money by buying a designated parking spot. Thankfully, hindsight had proven it was a worthy investment because I could park and hustle Rory into the elevator in record time. Rory had offered no resistance or pushback to my takeover, and it spoke to my Daddy sensibilities. I scanned my card for access to the elevator and once again inside. We traveled up to my apartment on the twentieth floor, hand in hand.

There were taller apartment buildings in the city, but few of them came with the panorama views I had of the harbor, the shipyard, and the channel heading out of the Sound. When we stepped inside from the hallway, Rory immediately headed over to the floor-to-ceiling windows with almost 180-degree views.

“Daddy! The exposure with these windows is wild. Don’t you worry about people looking in?” Despite his concerns, it didn’t stop him from pressing his nose to the window.

“Bunny, I face the water,“ I said, chuckling. “If someone is determined to look into my windows, they earned a show. Would you like a tour?”

Rory nodded, so I started in my open concept living room, dining room, and kitchen combination. The windows dominated the wall, with everything else oriented towards them. There was nothing but the marble fireplace to disrupt the view. The kitchen was sleek and minimal, as was the rest of the great room decor. A low-profile leather sectional sofa sat in the living room. There was a half bath at the entrance of the hallway. Further down was a guest room with an attached bathroom, an office with an admittedly lived-in look, and the primary bedroom.

“It’s nice, Daddy,“ Rory said, with a note of hesitation in his voice. “But how long have you lived here? The only place I saw with your stuff was the office.” Rory was more perceptive than I had given him credit for being.

I wish I could say Rory’s observation was off the mark, but it was dead on. There was little of myself in this place. I’d hired a decorator and told her to do what she wanted. I guess she into minimalist modern. It didn’t excuse my laziness in not putting up a picture of friends and family, though. I had to make some kind of defense of myself, though.

“That’s not true. Jakob gave me a delightful picture of the dog he thinks I should own one day and it’s hanging on the refrigerator.” I gave Rory a wink. Rory didn’t take the bait, and his look remained nonplussed. “My bedroom has some color on the blanket?” It was my only hope.

“Gray is not a color.”

So much for that Hail Mary.

“And that’s not enough to call anywhere lived in. I’m sure the picture is nice, though.”

I thought it was cute that Rory was defending his new friend. My instincts were right about him being a sweet boy.

“If you lived here, what would you do to change it?”

“First, I’d ask my friend with oodles of talent to give me his opinion. Second, I’d get my galaxy-brain friend who also has wonderful style to meet with said designer and let them do whatever they wanted.“ Rory looked worried my feelings were hurt. “It’s very nice, though. Just a little….gray.”

“Nah, you’re right. It’s not the designer’s fault, since I’m the one who told them to do whatever they wanted. I didn't see it until it was done. I came home after a month away and poof, here it was. If I’d wanted to live here in the first place, maybe it would matter more to me. It’s more like a glorified hotel room.”

“Why don’t you want to live here?”

“In a perfect world, I’d be living in a neighborhood like yours or Reed and Jakob’s. Unfortunately, I'm gone far too much to do the upkeep and maintenance for an older home, so the spectacular view was my consolation prize. I love the character of the older houses and, like I said before, the challenge of retro-fitting modern life into them without losing the charm. Speaking of that, I’ve been working on some modifications to your house to make it more energy efficient and less drafty. We can talk in the morning and I’ll show you the plans.”

In the blink of an eye, I had an armful of boy who was doing his best impression of a sloth. He was all arms and legs wrapped as tight as they could around me. I staggered a little into the wall, but put my hands on his ass to bolster his position and keep him plastered to me. The warmth of his body seeped a little further into my heart each time he was around. Rory nuzzled into my neck had quickly become my favorite thing for him to do. Well, almost favorite.

“Hey, Baby Bunny, would you like a bath before bed tonight?” Rory nodded his head, still burrowed into the crook of my neck. I hitched him a little higher and headed for the bathroom attached to my bedroom.

Once we arrived, I deposited him to sit on the counter while I got the water ready for him. It didn’t take long for the water to heat enough to get in. I rummaged around under my sink until I found some adult bubble bath I wasn’t ashamed to say was mine. When I showed it to him and his sweet smile told me he was down to smell like a grove of lilacs. Once the tub was full enough, I stripped Rory down and helped him step in. The sigh and laying back to submerge everything but his head was exactly he needed to relax. I was pretty sure his mind was reeling. A quiet moment to relax and breathe was the perfect way to end Rory’s day. Splurging on the oversized soaking tub had been an excellent investment.

While the tub itself retained heat longer than normal, when it cooled down, it was time to wake my snoozing boy from his bathtub nap. He’d played with some simple toys like measuring cups I’d placed on the side of the tub, but he was much too sleepy to go all in. After a bit, he’d returned to a mostly submergedposition and closed his eyes. The hint of a smile told me he was enjoying the quiet stillness. I leaned against the counter and simply watched over him. He looked so relaxed and peaceful. If I could figure out a way to give him that sense of freedom and security all the time, I’d be a fortunate man.

“Hey, sleepyhead, time's up.” I’d moved from the counter and knelt next to the tub. Once there, I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed toward the closet door. I could tidy up the bathroom later, but right now, my baby needed to finish his bath before the water turned freezing. The water level was low enough I could run the faucet quickly to get non-soapy water to wash Rory’s hair. He didn’t protest once as I massaged his scalp and carded my fingers through his wet hair. Quite the opposite, Rory practically purred when I used my short nails to scratch his scalp. I washed Rory's hair and used the loofah to scrub the rest of him.

My touch was gentle, but impersonal. I wasn’t trying to arouse him, although my cock was fully aware of Rory’s naked, slippery body. My touch was almost clinical because if it were anything else, I’d lose my already shaky resolve to get him out of the tub and let my exhausted boy get some uninterrupted sleep. Rory didn’t need to be seduced; a solid eight hours of rest would be better for him.

After his scrubbing was complete, I helped Rory stand up and used the shower attachment to rinse him off before helping him step over the tub lip onto the bathmat. Before putting him into the tub, I’d laid a towel on the warmer and flipped on the heated floors. This time of year, the cold seeped into your bones when it was wet outside and I wasn’t letting my boy get sick on mywatch. Rory, being the good boy he was, stood silent as I worked my way down his body, from the mop of hair on his head to his adorable toes. Once dry, I repeated the path with some subtly scented lotion that reminded me of apples and cinnamon. I gave him a sleep shirt from my closet and laid out a fresh toothbrush for him to use.

“Do you need any help to brush your teeth or use the potty?” Rory swayed on his feet but shook his head no. I left the bathroom and pulled the door closed behind me to give him some privacy while he took care of his evening business. Shortly, I heard the toilet flush and the water run in the sink for a minute or two.

After the water shut off, Rory came out of the bathroom wearing my shirt and a bashful look. He was still dressed in my shirt but was fiddling with the hem. His furrowed brow told me there was something he wanted to say, but didn’t know how. Rory grabbed him hands to turn me around before he lowered himself to sit on the end of the bed. When he looked up at me, I cupped my hands on either side of his head and combed my fingers through his hair. His brow was still wrinkled, but I could see a determination in his eyes.

“What do you need, Baby Bunny?” My voice was soft but authoritative. Whatever he wanted to say, my gut told me it required a firm but gentle Daddy to pry it out of him.

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