Page 31 of Asher's Answer
Daddy spreads a towel out on the bed in my little boy room and thenliftsmeonto it, gently arranging me onto my back. That’s new, too, but I kind of love the casual display of his strength, and the way it seems to affirm my littleness.
“Baby, I’m so,soproud of you,” Daddy tells me as he undoes the snaps holding the short legs of my onesie together. “I know this was a huge deal for you, and I love that you trust me so much to explore it.”
And I do. I trust him implicitly. But I’m still feeling too little to express that properly. All I can do is smile, wriggle my hips, and say, “Change now?”
The blinding smile he shoots me in return takes away any vestiges of awkwardness.
Yeah, I think as I lie back and Daddy wipes and changes me with efficiency, as though we’ve been doing this all along,Daddy’s got this.
* * *
“Little lamb,” Daddy kisses my neck after bath time, making me giggle. I’m wrapped in my towel, nice and dry, but his hands are still traveling over my body. “You were such a good boy today.”
After Chance and Ted left, I took a nap, feeling oddly emotional after taking that final leap. Daddy napped with me, holding me close. I wondered if he was just as affected as I was. I got the feeling that he was.
When we woke up, Daddy took me out for dinner. I was big, as I always am when we’re in public, but for the first time I asked him to order for me, testing the waters for potentially slipping into little habits more often. The surprised delight in his eyes was worth it. Plus, he ordered me a steak with mushroom sauce -my favorite- instead of something off the kid’s menu, which I found relief in. We were still equals on our date, even if I was giving him a little more control. Still balanced and still in sync. It was just what I had needed after the afternoon’s events.
I might have teased Daddy a little during the meal as a reward for just how perfect he had been. Between my hand inching up his thigh or the indecent way I treated every bite of food on my fork, I had watched as his pupils had dilated and his grip on his own cutlery had tightened. But it was my moans over the decadent chocolate mousse I’d ordered for dessert which had done him in.
Daddy had rushed us out of that restaurant so fast, I’d wanted to call himThe Flash. But instead of pinning me against the car and kissing me senseless, he’d been a gentleman. Conversation on the drive home had remained just as easy as it had been over dinner, even though I could see the outline of his cock straining in his jeans. Mine was equally hard.
Daddy still didn’t ravage me when we got home, either, though. He’d just pinched my ass and told me it was bath time…and had restrained himself for all of that, too. Even washing my body with the washcloth, he didn’t linger on my cock or play with my hole.
It took a while for me to realize that he was holding himself back to “punish” me. The sneaky bastard.
But now that I’ve been toweled off and I’ve slipped back into little space, his touches have turned playful and naughty.
My cock is aching for him, leaking precum while he continues to avoid it. The only thing keeping me from complaining is the feel of his own hard length poking into my back through the layers of his clothes.
His words finally register in my brain. I was a good boy today. This is both a “punishment” for the restaurant and a reward for putting my trust in him, and I’m simultaneously hating and loving every second of it.
“Daddy…” I gasp as his tongue travels over the shell of my ear. “Daddy, Ineed…”
The towel falls to the floor, landing with a muted, crumpled thud on the mat at my feet. The bathroom is warm, some of the steam from my bath still lingering in the air. The glass of the mirror above the basin is fogged up, so I can’t see our reflections in it beyond the blur of our shapes.
“What do you need, little lamb?” Daddy’s whisper is husky in my ear and my cock jumps, eliciting a deep chuckle that vibrates through me because his chest is pressed against my back.
“Daddy…”
I feel his lips curve into a smile against the skin of my jaw. “You need Daddy to take care of this?” His hand finally grasps my aching shaft and his thumb smooths over the head, smearing precum everywhere. I buck into his palm, nodding enthusiastically.
“Please.”
“What else do you need, baby boy?”
My brain is mush. Words are too difficult. I whine.
Daddy trails wet, open mouthed kisses down my neck and into the hollow of my throat from behind me, the hair of his beard scratching and tickling in the best ways. “I need you to tell me, Asher.”
Fuck, that authoritative tone is the hottest thing ever. He knows what it does to me. Especially when I’m floating in little space.
Bending over, I push my ass back at him, grinding against his insanely hard bulge. “Inside me, Daddy.”
His hands move to my ass cheeks, fondling them, squeezing them, spreading them. A dry finger trails down my crack, teases my hole. “In here?”
“Please.Please, please, please.”
Daddy stills. “Please,what?”
