Page 1 of Love Me, Daddy
Chapter 1
Nathan
Nathan Sanderson strode down the street, hands fisted deep in his bomber jacket as he headed for his usual destination. He was glad for the thick coat that kept the chill from sinking into his bones, although he wished he had something to stop it from freezing his nostrils. Focusing on the positive, he scented the freshness of the air; spring had arrived.
He veered left down an alley, cutting between businesses and homes to reach the exit on the other end. Glancing left and right, he crossed the road, avoiding the potholes which were more extensive the closer he came to his target. This run-down area of Cambridge was not the most lucrative for some people, but, it provided much-needed resources for him. Entering another alley, he slowed his steps, unzipped his jacket despite the weather and added a sway to his walk.
This alley was busier than others, and he nodded to several men he knew as acquaintances before switching his gaze to the other types of men. The buyers. Running his gaze over several of them, he chose the most likely of them: a guy with a balding head who was hunched into his padded winter coat and glancing furtively around.
“Hello, handsome.” Nathan stepped closer to the guy, running a finger down the front of his coat with a coy smile on his face. “What can I do foryou?”
“Um…oh…a…I want a blowjob.” Apart from the initial stumbling, the words were exhaled in a rush, and the guy’s onion breath bathed Nathan in eye-watering fumes.
Fucker must have just eaten. Inwardly, Nathan gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes. Outwardly, he pursed his lips and leaned closer to the guy’s ear. “Would you like me to help with that?” He made sure to blow gently across the guy’s ear as he spoke, providing stimulus to an already eager countenance.
The guy said nothing but bobbed his head vigorously.
Nathan leered at him, tugging gently on his coat as he stepped back towardshisspace. When he reached a six-foot gap between two wheelie bins, he paused, stepping closer once more.
“It’s twenty for a blowjob. You okay with that?” Nathan never sold himself short, regardless of the degrading aspect of the position. The guy nodded once. “Shall I get down to business?”
The guy nodded once more and fumbled for the money, pressing it into Nathan’s hand. Nathan blew him a kiss and sank to his knees, making sure they were on the softer cushion of folded cardboard boxes instead of the bare ground. He didn’t want any more stains on his clothes; he’d learned the hard way the first time.
Nathan tucked the money into his pocket and ran his hands up the guy’s legs, feeling the tell-tale tremble of either nerves or excitement. Or both. He hoped the guy managed to finish and didn’t let his nerves take over, leading him to run. He could do without having to find another source of income today.
Reaching for the guy’s button, Nathan popped it open and unzipped, finding the cock behind held back by briefs. A slightly stale smell greeted Nathan, and he twitched his nose in response, lifting his gaze to the guy’s face. The balding guy had his eyes tightly shut, sweat dotting his brow and his mouth wide open, panting as though he had run a mile. And that was before anything had happened.
Running his palm up the underside of the guy’s cock, he felt the trembling increase and knew the guy wasn’t going to last long. He pulled the briefs down, revealing a nice-sized dick with a slight curve in it.
Nathan wrapped his hand around the guy’s shaft, fingers meeting, but only just. He stroked the guy a couple of times to get him used to the feeling and leaned forward to lick at the tip. The guy groaned emphatically; Nathan was sure the guy would blow his load before he had a chance to do anymore, but the guy managed to hold on. Not wanting to disappoint and potentially have the money taken back, he sucked the cock into his mouth, making sure to take him as far back as possible.
The guy thrust his hips and moaned. Nathan lifted his gaze and watched the guy’s head drop back, and his hands clench by his sides. He was grateful the guy didn’t fist his hair. Feeling restrained wasn’t Nathan’s favourite scenario. Now, give him a Daddy who took control over his life and cared for him, and Nathan would be more than content.
Concentrating he pressed his tongue on the underside nerves on every lift, Nathan put his all into the task. The guy’s trembling increased tenfold, then he shouted and curled in on himself, thrusting his hips sporadically into Nathan’s mouth.
Pulling back, Nathan wiped his mouth, shooting another coy glance up at his client. “Was it okay for you, handsome?” He ached for a favourable response; good results created return customers.
“Perfect.” The guy began buttoning his trousers quickly.
“You know where I am should you need more relief, alright?”
The guy dipped his head, turned and shuffled away. Nathan rose and dusted off his knees, double-checking the money was still in his pocket. He sauntered out of his space, a sway on his hips as he left the alley. He had to keep in character as much as he could. It was the only way to get and retain clients.
As soon as he turned the corner, he sagged against the wall, exhaling loudly. As most homeless people did, Nathan wished his life hadn’t come to this. Hisworkwas a necessary evil. Getting food on the table—or rather on his lap—was more important than his dignity.
Inhaling a deep breath, he pushed away from the wall and hustled down the street towards the supermarket. Entering the shop was one of Nathan’s favourite moments of all: the smell of fresh bread and fruit, the feeling of being anonymous amongst everyone else, the sounds of normalcy. All the aspects of an ordinary life that Nathan craved.
He picked up a basket and, knowing he had twenty pounds to spend, chose his food wisely. He grabbed a couple of tins of fruit, a loaf of bread, a jar of jam, a block of cheese, some crisps, a bottle of squash and some chocolate bars, and, as a treat, chose two small cartons of custard and three bananas, mentally calculating the cost as he went.
Bagging his items, he pocketed the change, which would allow him some leeway if he needed anything else over the next day or two.
The afternoon got darker, and Nathan hurried to reach his destination before the rain fell; there was nothing worse than sleeping in wet clothes.
Ducking down yet another alley, he squeezed his way through a hole in a wire fence and skirted the edge of the boundary line until he reached a small shack. Nathan glanced around to make sure there were no witnesses and knocked twice, opening the door and shutting it quickly behind him.
“There he is.” Robbie was a bit younger than he was, as was Daisy, but they all got along well enough to squat in the shack together. Each took turns in bringing something to the group. Last night, Robbie managed to get a blanket for each of them, which was an amazing feat. “Everything okay?”
Nathan nodded at the blond-haired man and threw a wink at Daisy. “Yep. I got us a little treat for later.”
