Page 11 of Baron's Boo-Boo
I yowl in pain.
Definitely not a massage.
“Good boy.” Daddy wipes his hand on the towel as he reaches back into his little red kit, pulling out some bandages. They’re like big, square Band-Aids, only bright white in color. “You only need one on your thigh and one on your elbow,” he explains. “The rest of the grazes are fine to heal on their own.”
He’s just as gentle putting the gauze pads over the wounds as he was doing everything else. Then he places a soft kiss on the one on my elbow, and I’m pretty sure my heart melts.
“Are you okay to get dressed now?”
I’vealwayswanted a Daddy to dress me for bedtime, so I nod enthusiastically. “Please, Daddy? My pajamas are in the middle drawer.” I point at the old wooden dresser against the wall. “The tiger ones, please?”
Vince looks surprised all over again, his mouth opening and closing as though he’s going to say something, but stops. Giving himself a visible shake, he walks over to the dresser, pulling the drawer open and finding my favorite pajamas easily enough. He hesitates before asking, “Underwear?”
I’m not confident enough to ask him how he feels about diapers on our first time playing together, so I point to the top right drawer where my Big underwear live. They’re still brightly colored with cartoon characters on them, but they also have silly sayings that sound a little naughty. The pair Daddy grabs have a bright green python curling over the crotch, with the words Have You Seen My Trouser Snake? written across the butt.
He swallows as he comes to stand in front of me, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Help me put them on, Daddy?”
After clearing his throat, Daddy nods. “Stand up, sweetheart.” He kneels as I do, then he stretches out the waistband of my boxer briefs and instructs me to step into the leg holes, one foot at a time. He repeats the process with my soft pajama pants before he pulls both up my legs, then helps the matching T-shirt down over my head, guiding my arms through the armholes.
My head is floaty with joy, my heart beating so hard I’m afraid Vince can hear it.
I really hope he’s having fun, too.
Chapter Seven
Holy shit.
No, really.
Holy shit!
Baron’s not just into daddy kink. No, he’s…well, I have no personal experience with this stuff, but I’m pretty sure he’s into age play.
I want to facepalm at how oblivious I’ve been to the signs.
Beyond the whole “Daddy” thing, there’s his childlike exuberance, his innocence, the way he blushes when he talks about his penis…and when he said he wanted to show me his toys? He actually meanttoys. Stuffies, blocks, cars, and a train set.
How do I know this? Because the gorgeous young man is currently sitting cross-legged in the middle of his Lego-themed bed, introducing me to his stuffies by name.
“…andthis,” he says with fanfare and pride, brandishing a floppy tiger toy, “is Sir Roars-A-Lot.” He holds him close to his chest, hiding his face behind orange-and-black striped fur. Hisblue eyes peek out from behind a tuft of orange, framed by two furry ears. “He’s my favorite.”
God damn it, but I still think he’s adorable. Even while I’m kind of freaking out — because I’m on board with being called Daddy, but this? This is a whole new level of kink I wasn’t prepared for.
“He’s cute,” I say, wondering how I can back out of this when, as far as he knows, I’ve been okay with it since the beginning. Then my heart sinks because I don’t know that I want to back out. But…it’sage play. It’s not just some cute guy riding my dick and calling me Daddy. It’sintense.
Clearing my throat, I decide I need some air and a moment to think. “Bear, I’ve just remembered I need to make a call. I’m going to step outside real quick, but I’ll be right back, okay?”
He smiles. “Okay, Daddy.”
My heart thuds, the word taking on a whole new meaning as it registers this time.
My phone is in my hand before I’ve made it onto the tiny street-facing balcony. I slide the glass door closed behind me and lean against it as I glare out into the darkness, holding my phone to my ear.
Anson answers just before I’m certain his voicemail is about to kick in. “Vinnie, what’s up?”
“You could have told me thatBaby Bearis into age play,” I growl down the line, keeping my voice low. On the other end of the call, my best friend cracks up.
