Page 15 of Assassin Daddy

‘I need to get up and out of bed,’ Kyan sighed, knowing that the longer he stayed in bed, the more that all the problems and possibilities would swirl around in his mind and make him feel even more anxious and stressed.

With that, Kyan stood up from the bed. He was wearing a pair of Matteo’s spare pajamas. The pajama set was black, silky, and definitely too big – but Kyan couldn’t help giggling as he looked at himself in the lone mirror in the corner of the bedroom.

Kyan Coole.

Mafia Assassin.

At your service…

Kyan took once last look at himself in his luxurious but oversized pajamas and walked out of the bedroom and down the flight of stairs as they twisted and turned toward the ground floor.

‘Hey, just in time,’ Matteo said, himself having dressed in a smart white shirt and some suitably crisp black trousers. ‘I was about to bring this up to you.’

Kyan couldn’t help but smile as he saw that Matteo had prepared a tray of toast with a glass of fresh orange juice for him.

‘I know it’s basic,’ Matteo said, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. ‘But I typically eat out, so my cupboards are rarely stocked with too much choice. And seeing as eating out probably isn’t on our agenda today, I figured this would have to do…’

‘No, I love it,’ Kyan answered, his eyes drawn to the rapidly melting butter that was spread across the toast. ‘Yummy.’

Kyan walked over toward the kitchen table and took a seat. The kitchen was clean, elegant, but had a sparseness that was similar to the rest of the house. It might have been a grand old gothic-style townhouse, but Matteo clearly wasn’t one to go overboard on the décor, that was for sure.

‘You look a little glum,’ Matteo said, clearly noting that Kyan wasn’t as happy as he might have been. ‘I get it. If you munch on that toast for a moment, I’ll be right back.’

With that, Matteo made his way out of the kitchen but was soon back. And in Matteo’s hands was a big box of what appeared to be vintage toys – some were metal, some were finely crafted wood.

‘These were here when I bought the place,’ Matteo said, taking the old school toys out of the box and placing them on the breakfast table. ‘I was going to give them to charity but never got round to it. I guess it’s a good job I didn’t.’

Kyan smiled and his eyes were drawn toward a metal monkey with a wind-up dial on his back.

‘I think this morning just got better,’ Kyan said, his voice hinting at an upturn in his emotions. ‘Monkeys, tigers, giraffes… and wooden cars. This could be a lot of fun. But… how did you know I was a Little?’

‘Call it a Daddy’s intuition,’ Matteo said. ‘And the big, floppy bunny ears poking out of your colorful backpack was a pretty big hint too. I’m paid to be observant, so over the years I’ve become damn good at it.’

‘Smarty-pants,’ Kyan giggled, arching his eyebrow before taking a big gulp of orange juice.

‘Okay, sassy, you just finish your breakfast and then feel free to take the toys into the living room,’ Matteo said, his voice firm but friendly too. ‘I’ve got business to attend to in the study. I’ll be with you shortly.’

With that, Matteo made his excuses and retreated to his study to make some calls. Kyan was ready to finish off his toast and OJ and then start having some much needed playtime.

The last couple of days had been a lot to deal with.

While Kyan was far from being out of the woods, he at least knew that he had a safe space to play and be himself for the time being.

And on top of that there was also the prospect of being joined in a little while by Matteo – and playtime with a handsome, caring Daddy might just help make the day even better…

‘Okay… we need to start thinking seriously,’ Matteo said, putting his fork down and sipping on his glass of red wine. ‘As fun as today was, it’s not a long term solution.’

‘You mean I can’t stay hidden away in your big house forever?’ Kyan answered, more than a hint of sass in his voice. ‘Well I’m just shocked.’

Kyan laughed and continued to eat his perfect tomato pasta with the most delightful selection of vegetables on the side. It turned out that despite claiming to mostly eat out, Matteo was in fact a skilled chef.

‘Watch it, young man,’ Matteo growled, the smile at the end of his sentence showing that he wasn’t entirely unimpressed with Kyan’s plucky attitude.

Kyan knew that Matteo was right though.

The two of them had spent a wonderful few hours playing with Kyan’s new-found vintage toys. And there was no denying that in any other circumstances, Kyan would have been over the moon to have spent such fantastic quality time with a Daddy like Matteo.

Matteo was kind, generous, and knew how to play – which was a surprisingly rare combination in Kyan’s limited experience with Daddies. From what Kyan had seen, a great deal of men calling themselves Daddies were simply interested in the spankingsand all the other naughty stuff. When it came to playtime and the caring stuff, the real Daddies were far thinner on the ground.

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