Page 28 of Soothe Me, Daddy
“Calm down, sweetheart. We have all the time in the world.”
“Please?”
Isaac chuckled. “Remember your punishment,” he whispered into Henley’s ear.
It froze Henley’s body, and he closed his eyes and bit his lip, refraining from screaming his frustration. He wanted nothing more than to argue, but look where that got him yesterday.
He exhaled through gritted teeth several times to calm his libido, Isaac rubbing a calming hand up and down his back.
“Well done, Henley. I’m proud of you.”
Henley wrapped his arms tight around Isaac and nestled his head against his neck. Inhaling Isaac’s scent calmed him more, and when he was in control, he pulled back.
“I will be ready for six o’clock unless you come by earlier.”
Isaac beamed at him and kissed his nose. “Perfect.”
Henley rubbed his hands over Isaac’s closely cropped hair, feeling the soft texture tickling his palm. “I love the feel of your hair,” he murmured, staring at his movements. He could sense Isaac’s gaze on him as he continued, but he didn’t waver. If Isaac allowed him to play, then play he would. One hand rested at the base of Isaac’s head, his thumb smoothing back and forth while his other hand moved in circles around the top of Isaac’s head.
“Having fun?” Isaac asked, and Henley heard the grin in his voice.
Henley smiled. “Yes, thanks.”
Isaac chuckled and dug his fingers gently into Henley’s sides, making him laugh out loud and cringe away from his tickle attack.
“Stop! No!” Henley couldn’t contain his shouts of laughter or pleas to stop. They fell to the floor, but Isaac didn’t stop.
When they were both breathing heavily, Isaac paused, and Henley stared up at him from his position on the floor. Isaac was braced over him. At any other time, it would be a sexual position, but Henley knew that wasn’t what this was. Isaac was showing Henley that he could be fun, that Henley could have fun with him, that he wasn’t all about routine, structure and punishments. Henley appreciated the reminder.
Isaac leaned down, pressing a gentle, chaste kiss on Henley’s lips before sitting up and pulling Henley with him.
“Come on, sweetheart. Up you get. I need to get going.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
Henley felt much better about Isaac heading out now than he had, and Isaac had probably realised Henley had been postponing the inevitable.
Isaac threaded their fingers together as they walked towards the front door. “Right, what I would like you to do while I’m gone is to do whatever you’d like to do for a couple of hours, even if that’s sleep, then I want you to exercise as you normally would. You told me before that you liked going to the gym or using your equipment at home. So, do one of those. Afterwards, have a nice long bath before getting ready for tonight. I don’t want you to have any sore muscles from working out.” Isaac let go when he reached for his coat, slipping it on as he turned to face Henley. “And remember your punishment.” He gripped Henley’s chin, lifting it for him to plant one more kiss on his mouth and wrapping his arms around Henley for a tight hug before moving to the door.
“See you later,” Henley said a little forlornly.
“Not too long at all, sweetheart.” Isaac smiled and exited the house with his bag, closing the door with a soft snick.
Henley sighed, his shoulders drooping. Well, he did need to get some laundry on, and it was Saturday, which was his cleaning day. He had two hours to get some done before heading off to the gym. He didn’t think a home workout would be the best idea for him today. Too many things to distract him.
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Several hours later, Henley slid on his favourite outfit: a black tank covered with a black transparent short sleeve t-shirt, tucked into jeans, which were also black with multicoloured dragons and flowers all over them. Completing his outfit were black combat boots, bracelets, two rings and a silver chain necklace. He had styled his hair in a side parting, allowing his hair to flow into a natural wave. Obviously, he put some hairspray on as well. There was no way he’d be able to keep it looking this fantastic withoutsomehelp.
Checking the watch he’d just clipped onto his wrist, he saw it was ten past five. He had just under an hour before Isaac would be back to pick him up. Maybe he could fit in one episode of his favourite drag show.
The thought had him hauling his ass down the stairs and to the sofa. He dropped down, snatching the remote from the coffee table and set the programme running. It wasn’t even five minutes later when the doorbell rang. Henley jumped up from the sofa and ran to the door, flinging it open in eagerness.
There Isaac stood wearing a light blue shirt, which was open at the neck, black jeans and boots. But what cinched the gorgeous factor was the leather jacket. He looked fantastic. In his hands were a bouquet of freesias and a small box.
“Hello again, sweetheart. You look amazing.”
Henley felt his cheeks heat with the compliment, and he ducked his head. He was usually so confident when it came to how he looked and acted, but from Isaac, who meant so much to him, it felt more personal, for obvious reasons.
