Page 22 of Soothe Me, Daddy
“Feeling better after your bath?” Isaac asked over his shoulder.
“Yes, thank you. You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”
Isaac smiled as he pivoted towards him, carrying two plates. “It’s no trouble. Anyway, you know I like to look after you.” He set the plates down. “Sit down, sweetheart. What would you like to drink?”
“Would I be allowed some juice, please?”
“Of course. Good choice.” Isaac filled a small glass and placed it in front of Henley. “We can’t have dinner out or takeaways too often, but we’ve had a busy week, so I thought this would be good for us.”
“It’s wonderful. Thank you, Daddy.” Henley was feeling a lot more confident in using the word and accepting that someone else wanted to look after him. He knew his family did, but this was different. Sometimes it seemed wrong that another adult took care of him in ways that he should be able to do for himself. But he reminded himself, it wasn’t that he couldn’t do it, he enjoyed allowing someone else to do soonlyif they enjoyed doing it. It was a difficult concept for some people to understand when, as children, they were taught to become independent and self-sufficient.
They spoke about little things while they ate, enjoying the calm atmosphere after a hectic week at work. The closer Henley came to finishing his food, the more distracted he became about what would happen afterwards. He wanted them to take this further tonight, but after last weekend, he didn’t dare to hope. Isaac turned the conversation to their relationship.
“So, we talked a bit about what I want from us. What do you want?”
“I want someone to help me beme, without the fallouts I usually get from when I become overexuberant or excitable. When I get like that, I can’t control what happens. I’d like someone to help me to learn control, even if it’s through obeying the rules they have set. I need the rigidity of it, I think.”
Isaac nodded. “You’ve thought about this. I’m glad.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and reaching one hand forward to encircle his glass. “What about punishments? I know you’re okay with spankings. What else?”
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Chapter 8
Isaac
Isaac watched Henley’s cheeks colour as he studied his plate.
“I like it when my Daddy controls everything.”
He waited for more information to come, but nothing did. “What do you mean byeverything?”
Isaac couldn’t attempt to dissect that sentence. He needed it broken down for him. It was too important to get wrong.
“I like being told what and when to eat and how much. Sometimes, I find I either miss meals or eat too much. There doesn’t seem to be any middle ground. I also like it when I’m not allowed to orgasm without Daddy saying I can. I like it when he tells me what punishments I can take and what I can’t.”
Surprise flared through him at the punishments statement. “Alright. We would need to decide on your hard limits, though. That’s non-negotiable.” He knew Henley needed structure in his life. Consideration needed to be given to his family, work and friends. He didn’t want to take anything away from Henley; Isaac wanted to enrich what he had and make his life more settled.
“Okay.”
“Let me clean up and we’ll go watch a movie.” Isaac stood, picking up their finished plates and taking them over to the dishwasher. “You finish your juice. Would you like any ice cream for your dessert?”
Isaac rested a hip against the counter while he waited for Henley’s answer, watching as his mouth curved into a beautiful smile.
“You have ice cream?” Henley questioned, eyes sparkling.
“I do. Cookie dough or chocolate brownie? I think maybe cookie dough would be a good choice this evening.”
“Perfect.”
Isaac filled a small bowl and placed it in front of Henley, holding out a spoon.
“Thanks, Daddy.”
His hand reached forward to rub over Henley’s hair, and he smiled when Henley pushed into it. He liked being petted. Isaac filed that away for future reference.
Returning to the dishwasher, Isaac filled it and, by the time he was ready to set it going, Henley had finished and brought the bowl to him.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” He put the last items in and started it. “Right, let’s go see what’s on TV.”
