Page 20 of Assassin Daddy

‘I’m good,’ Kyan said, waiting to be told that he could pull his briefs and shorts back up.

‘It’s okay, you can cover yourself,’ Matteo smiled, clearly reading Kyan’s thoughts as he waited for his instruction. ‘And I think what we’ll do now is go to the cinema room and unwind for a little while. How does a movie sound?’

Kyan’s face lit up as he swiftly pulled up his briefs and shorts.

The idea of losing himself in a movie for a couple of hours sounded like heaven. And to do it with Matteo alongside him was even better. He might just have given Kyan a spanking he would never forget, but Kyan was beginning to feel comfortable with Matteo in a way that felt new, exciting, and very, very real.

The only question was whether the pair of them could decide which movie to watch…

The movie was a lot of fun. So much so in fact that Kyan was delighted when Matteo said they should watch a second together. It turned out that while Matteo’s taste in home décor might have been a little bit on the cold, austere side, his taste in movies was a lot more fun.

It turned out that Kyan and Matteo both had a love of the wacky, grossout comedies from the early 2000s. Kyan couldn’t remember the last time he laughed as hard as the two of them watched American Pie, and then went straight into American Pie 2. The humor might have been a little on the naughty side, but Kyan and Matteo were rolling around laughing as they munched on popcorn and enjoyed being in one another’s company.

Kyan wanted to stay up and watch American Pie: The Wedding, but Matteo put his foot down and said that it was time for bed. Conscious of not wanting another spanking, Kyan admitted that he was tired and it was probably for the best that he got some sleep. After all, it had been a stressful few days and Kyan knew that the more sleep he could get, the more capable he would be of handling the still perilous situation that he found himself in.

And as he woke the following morning, Kyan did indeed feel the positive effects of a good night’s sleep – and maybe a little too much…

‘What’s for breakfast?’ Kyan asked as he bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen. ‘Huh? Matteo? Are you here?’

Kyan took a moment to look around the kitchen for signs of life.

As ever, everything was so neat and tidy it looked as if no one had ever set foot in there. It could almost have been a film set or museum.

‘Matteo! Matteo! Where are you?’ Kyan called out, his voice loud and echoing off the impossibly high ceilings as he walked around the ground floor. ‘Hey! Matteo!’

Suddenly, a rested and recharged Kyan had forgotten all about Matteo’s instruction for him to keep the noise to a minimum. The only thing running through Kyan’s mind was that he wanted to see Matteo, and he wanted to see him right that second…

‘Oh, here you are,’ Kyan giggled, poking his head through the gap in the study door. ‘Are you… working?’

‘I was, yes,’ Matteo answered, not entirely impressed. ‘And if you could keep your voice down, that would be helpful. The house has very thick old walls, but we need to play it safe.’

‘Got it,’ Kyan replied, blushing slightly as he realized that Matteo did have a point. ‘So, what are we doing today? More movies? Playtime? Maybe a secret trip out in disguise?’

Kyan could feel his excitability bubbling over.

There was something about being around Matteo that brought his most Little side to the surface. It was as if Matteo was such a Daddy figure to him that Kyan simply couldn’t help but let his Little side take over whenever he was near. And being in Matteo’s house was like the cherry on top of the cake.

However if Kyan thought that there was a fun filled day ahead, then he was sorely mistaken…

‘Kyan, it’s going to be a quiet day,’ Matteo answered, barely looking up from his computer screen. ‘I’m in deep here. This is going to take a lot of work. You’ll have to entertain yourself for a while. We’ll do something later. But for now, I need to focus.’

Kyan felt a surge of anger bubble up and he stomped his bare foot on the polished floor.

‘Poop! Crap! Stinky butt!’ Kyan said, spitting his words out and folding his arms across his chest. ‘I barely have any things here. How can I have fun?’

Kyan’s heart was racing, and he felt very emotional all of a sudden. The reality of effectively being in hiding was hitting home hard and fast.

‘Boy, calm down,’ Matteo replied, now focusing his stare on Kyan. ‘It’s early. We’ve got a long day ahead of us. The first of many. Let’s not get off to a bad start.’

Kyan knew that Matteo was talking sense. And he also knew that Matteo probably did need to focus all his thoughts on getting them out of their predicament. But even with this in mind, Kyan felt an irresistible urge to act out.

‘I want a playdate! I want my friends to come over!’ Kyan said, stomping his feet once more and this time even jumping up and down on the spot to emphasize his point. ‘Playdate! Playdate! Playdate!’

Kyan was in no mood to stop now.

The good night’s sleep might have recharged his batteries a little too much, and it was evident that while Kyan was ready to let his frustrations run wild, Matteo was going to take a distinctly different approach…

‘Young man!’ Matteo bellowed, wasting no time in leaping up from his chair and pulling Kyan toward him and over his lap as he took his seat once more. ‘We’re going to start this day properly. And I won’t hear any more sass or bratty behavior from you. You can kick your legs and squeal all you want, but I’m going to tan this backside until I’m satisfied that the message has landed.’

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