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“Well, you haven’t got much longer, sweetheart.”
“What floor are you on?”
“Three.”
Henley grabbed Isaac’s hand and followed in his wake as he guided them to his front door. Unlocking it, he waved his hand for Henley to enter first. He had nothing to hide. Henley practically skipped into the apartment, stopping before the step down into the living area.
Isaac removed his leather coat, hanging it on a peg beside the door and toed off his boots. When Henley had still not said a word, he ambled to his side and cocked his head at him. “Problem?”
Henley shook his head slowly.
“It’s not often I’ve seen you speechless. What are you thinking, sweetheart?” Isaac moved behind Henley, gripping his thin denim jacket and pulling it off his shoulders. He moved to hang it up, then returned, bending down to remove Henley’s boots, which took a little longer with the number of laces he had. When Henley was finally free of them, Isaac placed them next to his own, thinking how good they looked together, and he returned once more to Henley’s side.
“It’s gorgeous,” Henley breathed, gaze slowly roaming across the space.
Isaac tried to study the area as if he’d never seen it before. It was an open plan, apart from two bedrooms and a bathroom. In front of them was the dining area, where the table and chairs were—not often used, he had to admit. To their immediate left was a large kitchen with a squared breakfast bar dividing the kitchen from the dining area. Looking between the two spaces and into the far corner of the apartment was a lowered living area that you had to step down into. It was a large space with a corner window as well as windows running the length of the whole apartment. The natural light he received was phenomenal.
When Isaac had purchased the apartment many, many years ago, he’d received an amazing deal on it. He wouldn’t want to move and leave the views any time soon. Tomorrow, he might be able to show Henley the sunrise.
“Right, Mr James. Let’s get you ready for bed.” Isaac smoothed a hand along Henley’s back and pressed against his spine to move him away from the view and towards the bedroom. His bedroom door was already open, so he reached in to switch the light on and indicated for Henley to go first.
“I knew you liked blue,” Henley stated.
Caught off guard by the random comment, Isaac chuffed. “Yes, I do. Why do you say that?” Isaac made his way over to the drawers and removed his watch before turning and bracing his back against it as he watched Henley wander around the room.
“You always seem to have something blue on you. Either a shirt, a suit, or a tie. Something blue. Now, I find your room is blue, as well. Is that your favourite colour, Daddy?”
“Yes, sweetheart, the blue of your eyes, especially.” Isaac stared at him, wondering how he got so lucky. He would love nothing more than to make love to Henley, but he couldn’t. Not tonight. He had to be firm with his punishments, or Henley would rebel every time. “Come here.”
Henley glanced over at him and changed direction, sashaying his way across the floor until he was close enough for Isaac to grab his belt hooks and pull him close. He could feel Henley’s hard cock between them. Isaac dipped his head, pausing before he kissed Henley to get lost in those glacial pools, then fused their lips together. He planned to make things a little more difficult for Henley, and he couldn’t resist his mouth any longer.
Sipping, licking and nibbling at Henley’s lips, Isaac groaned when he was given entrance. Isaac used his tongue to explore every inch of Henley’s mouth as his hands roamed across every inch of Henley’s body, pressing against the plug when he reached his ass, causing Henley to moan. Henley was trying to pull their clothes off, but Isaac held firm. Henley probably hadn’t remembered his punishment, and if he became any more aroused, Isaac would bear the brunt of Henley being awake and pouting all night.
Gentling the kiss, Isaac pulled away, both were breathing heavily.
“Why did you stop?” Henley asked.
“Because it’s time for bed.” As Isaac knew he would, Henley scowled, so Isaac reminded him once more. “Remember your punishment.”
Henley’s mouth dropped open, and he spluttered, but sighed and dropped his shoulders. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy. Let’s get cleaned up. I have spare toiletries and some boxers you can wear for tonight.”
Isaac turned and opened the top drawer, finding the smaller sizes he had worn several years ago but had not touched as much lately. They might be too big for Henley, but they would work for now. He strode into the bathroom with Henley following. It was big enough for the two of them to stand comfortably without being unable to manoeuvre.
“Let’s get you changed first. Arms up.” Isaac grabbed the hem of Henley’s t-shirt and lifted it off, making sure his necklace didn’t get tangled. “And again.” He did the same thing with the tank top. Having Henley’s naked chest right in front of him was as much torture for Isaac as it was for Henley to have to wait to come.
The buttons on Henley’s jeans came undone easily, and Isaac pulled them and his briefs down at the same time, dropping to his knees to help Henley step out of them. As he reached for the boxers to slip on, Henley’s cock stood proud, inches from his mouth. He licked his lips and swallowed, tearing his gaze away when Henley’s hand gripped the base of his shaft.
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Chapter 11
Henley
“Sorry, I’m trying not to come. It’s difficult when you look at me like that!” Henley’s voice was pained, and his eyes were screwed tightly shut.
“Foot up.” Isaac tapped his left foot, hooking the boxers over, and tapped the right foot before repeating. He slid the material up Henley’s legs but stopped short of tucking his cock away. “Hands resting on the bath, legs spread.”
