Page 16 of Soothe Me, Daddy
Isaac stayed silent, waiting for any questions or comments Henley might have. It appeared he was lost in thought, so Isaac didn’t interrupt. When they arrived at the restaurant, Henley’s mouth gaped.
“Seriously? I’ve never been here but always wanted to.”
“I’m glad I could bring you. Wait there.”
He climbed out of the car and strode around the front to open the passenger door, presenting his hand to help Henley stand.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Isaac locked the car and linking their fingers together, guided Henley to the entrance.
Upon entering, he gave his name to the hostess who seated them with menus, letting them know their server would be with them shortly.
“This looks so posh,” Henley said, surveying the room with wide eyes. “It’s beautiful in here.”
“I agree.” But Isaac didn’t mean the restaurant. Whatever makeup Henley had put on shimmered in the lights, making him appear otherworldly. Now if only Isaac could figure out a way to start the conversation they needed to have.
“Choose what you’d like. Do you drink wine?”
“God, no. I’ve drunk all I need to for the next few weeks.” Henley shuddered in his seat. “Water is fine. Or maybe a lemonade.”
“Fizzy drinks are not good for you, so if you have one, the rest will be water.” Isaac hadn’t thought about his words, they’d just escaped, and he tensed wondering what Henley’s reaction would be.
“Okay. One lemonade then water,” he agreed without argument.
Pride swelled inside Isaac as he watched Henley peruse the menu, alternating between biting and licking his lips.
“Would it be okay if I had the spaghetti alla puttanesca?”
“Of course.” Isaac wondered if Henley knew he was deferring to Isaac for his decisions.
When the waiter arrived, Isaac placed their order and leaned back in his seat to study Henley. He wasn’t sure where to start.
“Isaac?”
“Yes, Henley.”
“Do you know what a Daddy is?” Henley’s gaze was across the restaurant, not on Isaac, but he wouldn’t stand for that. Especially as Henley brought up the subject Isaac had been struggling to start.
“Look at me,” Isaac demanded.
Henley turned to him immediately, loosening something inside Isaac.
“Tell me what you know about a Daddy.”
He inhaled. “Well, a Daddy takes care of a boy, tells him what he can and can’t do, makes sure he’s safe and looked after, punishes him when he needs it. And the boy does what he’s told.”
Isaac tilted his head side to side. “Roughly, yes. Is that what you need?”
“Yes.”
“Have you been part of a Daddy and boy relationship before?” Isaac was curious as to where Henley’s knowledge came from.
“Not in a relationship, no, but I have been to a club and had a scene before. I realised it resonated with something inside me, but I didn’t like the idea of finding someone at the club. I have been sure I wasn’t going to find anyone until I saw you seven months ago.”
Isaac frowned. “Seven months ago?”
Henley nodded. “When I started working at EasyFit, I saw you visit with the staff, talk to them, interact with them. You were always so caring, gentle and considerate. I wanted that. I wanted you.” With those words, he blushed fiercely, the blood rising to the surface of his skin all the way to his chest.
