Page 47 of Soothe Me, Daddy
“At least let’s ask the execs if they’re interested. If they say no, fine. But we won’t know until we ask.”
“Alright, alright. We’ll see what they say. But if they say no, you need to leave it alone,” commanded Isaac.
“Yes, Daddy. I promise.”
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Several weeks later, Henley looked around the bar, seeing the execs and customer service department mingling quite nicely together. He gave himself a mental pat on the back.
“You look far too smug,” Isaac said, sliding his hand around Henley’s shoulders and handing him a drink.
“I think I did good, don’t you?” Henley ducked his head but peered up at Isaac through his eyelashes.
“You’re a brat.”
“I am not!”
“Yes, you are. You suckered me in by being sweet and obedient, and after moving in, you began pouting and doing things you knew you shouldn’t.” Isaac raised his eyebrows as he stared back at Henley.
“I was too close to the edge! I couldn’t hold it in! If I had so much as tried to put my trousers on, I would’ve come anyway. I thought it better to make sure my trousers stayed clean.”
“Exactly. A brat.” Isaac sipped his drink. “Which is why you’re now wearing that.” He nodded his head towards Henley’s groin.
Henley had not been happy when Isaac’s punishment had been a cock cage. He’d never worn one before, and he certainly wasn’t planning on wearing one again. Which meant the punishment had worked as a deterrent. Isaac would be so pleased. Henley snorted.
“What?”
“I was thinking about how you’d be happy because the cage has worked as a punishment. I hate wearing it.”
“Good. Maybe you will listen next time when I say…” Isaac leaned in, his mouth resting by Henley’s ear as he growled, “your cock and orgasms belong to me.”
Henley shivered as pleasure streamed through him, unable to go anywhere. He closed his eyes, cleared his throat and breathed deeply before refocusing on Isaac.
“They do seem to be getting along, though.”
“It’s because of you,” Isaac stated bluntly.
Henley turned to him, brows lowered. “Me?”
Isaac nodded, gaze on their friends.
“What did I do?”
Isaac turned his body to face Henley and cupped his jaw. “You’re the glue that brings us together. Without you, this merging would not have happened. You bridged two departments and refused to sever ties—which is a good thing, by the way—therefore, bringing both together. No one else has done that. If anyone left customer service for execs, they cut away from their previous colleagues.” Isaac pressed a chaste kiss to Henley's lips. “I’m so damn proud of you.”
Henley loved hearing praise from his Daddy, but this was extra-special. His eyes flooded with tears, which soon rolled down his cheeks to be captured by Isaac’s mouth and thumbs. His throat was too thick to say a word, so he clawed his arms around Isaac’s body and held him tightly while he cried. It was a happy cry, so when someone came over to ask if he was okay, Isaac sent them away with a nod.
Hands and soothing words brought him back to himself however long later. Henley lifted his head, and a napkin was pressed in his hand, which he used to wipe his face. He couldn’t see the state of Isaac’s shirt, but he assumed it was tear and snot stained. Nice badge there.
“You okay, Henley?” Anne called from across the table, her forehead creased in concern.
“Yes. I’m fine.” He indicated his face. “Happy tears.” He chuckled.
Anne smiled. “Glad to hear it.”
Isaac tucked Henley against him once more, passed him his drink, crossed his legs and started a conversation with Anne. As Henley looked around, he thought about bringing his sisters, and maybe Isaac’s sisters, in on these nights out, too. What a hoot that would be. He could imagine the chaos. Although, Ariel and Arianne had been seeing Anne’s sons for the last couple of weeks, so he never knew if those guys would be tagging along as well. At the rate they were going, they’d need to book the whole bar themselves. Now, that’s an idea. He smiled into his drink.
“I can hear the cogs working in your brain. What are you up to now?” Isaac groused into his ear.
