Page 36 of Soothe Me, Daddy
“Aww, that’s so cute!” the brown-haired woman said, clasping her hands at her chest.
They worked through the sudden influx of staff before there was a break, and Isaac took the opportunity to talk to Henley about the following week.
“So, do you have any questions about next week? Anything you’re unsure about?” Isaac carried the cups to Henley, setting Henley’s tea in front of him and wrapping his hands around his coffee.
“What’s next week?” Henley’s brow furrowed.
“The end of your training. You’ll be on your own from next week.”
“I…You…” Henley ducked his head, appearing to be lost for words.
“You knew it was coming. You can’t work with me all the time.” Isaac sat down next to him, resting his hand on his back.
“I know. I just…it seems like it’s gone so quickly.” Henley smiled, a fake one if ever there was, and added, “But I’ll be fine. I can’t think of anything I may have problems with, and you’re at the end of a phone if there is.”
Isaac knew Henley was trying to sound cheerful, but he was failing abysmally.
“You will be absolutely fine, Henley. I have no worries about you at all.” Except for his current reaction to working alone, which was concerning. As Isaac had told Henley, he knew it was coming, it was part of the job description that execs worked alone unless the store was a large one, when usually two execs worked together, but it didn’t happen often.
Henley appeared more subdued for the rest of the day, and Isaac decided he needed to rest and relax when they got home. Luckily, Isaac had driven them both that day, so he could drive them home and allow Henley to work through whatever was bugging him. Although that was what he did, Isaac was unused to the quiet interior for the three-hour journey. It was funny how easy it was to get comfortable with a new normal.
There wasn’t a murmur of protest from Henley when Isaac parked at his apartment. He exited the car, grabbed his bag and followed Isaac up. When they entered, Isaac did what he’d wanted to do all day, he began pampering his boy. He helped him out of his coat and shoes, took his bag from him, grabbed him a glass of juice and hustled him to the bathroom. Isaac was becoming concerned with how quiet Henley was.
Sitting Henley on the closed toilet seat, Isaac plugged the bath and turned on the taps. As he squirted in some muscle relaxing bubble bath, the scent of lavender filled the room.
Isaac noticed Henley had not drunk his juice. “Drink, sweetheart.” He furrowed his brow at the vacant expression on Henley’s face. Isaac made a decision. If Henley was not talking or responding by the time the bath was ready, he would call in reinforcements.
At his push, Henley drank the juice, a few sips before draining the whole glass. Isaac exhaled for the first time since entering the apartment. The whole Daddy lifestyle was different for each person, and although there were some similarities between relationships, most of it was fine-tuned for the specific boy. So, what worked for Mateo wouldn’t necessarily be what Henley needed. It was Isaac’s job to figure out the best way to take care of Henley, and if he needed help to do that, so be it.
When Henley had finished his juice, Isaac took the glass from him and pulled him up to stand. The buttons on his pale blue shirt were small, and Isaac fumbled a bit, but before long, they were undone. Sliding his hands up Henley’s chest and over his shoulders, he pushed the shirt off and let it fall to the floor. Henley’s gaze was now on Isaac, a little spark kindling in the blue depths.
Isaac glanced down, pulling the belt from its clasp and removing it from the belt loops before dropping it with the shirt. Gaze still on his hands, Isaac unfastened the trouser buttons and zipper, allowing them to drop to the floor. Henley was left in his briefs, which enclosed a semi-hard cock. Isaac raised an eyebrow. If Henley was only partially hard at this point, something was definitely weighing on his mind.
Seemingly without thought, Isaac’s hands found their way into the waistband of Henley’s underwear and pushed them under his ass, sliding his hands forward to lift it over his shaft. Inhaling and clenching his jaw to withhold from reaching for the beautiful sight, Isaac dropped to his knees…for a different reason. He tapped Henley’s left foot, removing the layers of material and his sock, and repeated on the other side.
Once Henley was stripped, Isaac switched off the taps and grabbed Henley’s hand, leading him to the soothing warmth. Helping him into the bath, Isaac crouched and propped a bath pillow behind his head.
“Rest, sweetheart. I will be back in a few minutes. Alright?” He brushed his hand across Henley’s hair.
“Yes, Daddy,” Henley mumbled, eyes closed.
“Don’t fall asleep, though,” Isaac whispered as he pressed a kiss to the side of his head.
A ghost of a smile formed on Henley’s mouth, so Isaac called that a win. He exited the bathroom and strode to the front door, where he had left his coat and phone. Unlocking his phone, he called up a contact, dialled and pressed it to his ear.
“Hey, Isaac. Is everything alright?”
“I hope so, Ariel, but I need your help.”
“Is Henley okay? What can I do?” She shushed someone—probably Arianne—on the other end of the line.
“He’s…alright, but he’s gone silent on me. I mentioned that next week he would be working by himself, and he withdrew into himself. I’m dealing with it as I would, but I wondered whether having his sisters, family or friends around him would be better? What do you think?”
“He certainly doesn’t need to go out,” she said in a motherly tone. “I think if you had a couple of people over to distract him, he might open up later on.”
Isaac nodded, though she couldn’t see him. “That’s what I thought. Who is best, though? Sisters?”
“Yes. Arianne and I will come over, and I’ll see if I can get Becca to come as well. Tracey is out of town, but we can always get her on video call if needed.”
