Page 22 of Spoil Me, Daddy
“Yes, Daddy,” Zaire whispered.
Aaron threaded their fingers together and led the way up the stairs, their other hands gripping their coffees.
Zaire had showered with other Daddies, but he wasn’t sure what to expect with Aaron, so he was hesitant in his movements. Aaron switched on the shower and pulled the curtain around to stop the spray from hitting the floor, laying the bathmat on the floor after.
“Rest your coffee on the windowsill for a moment.” Zaire did and rested back against the sink as Aaron cupped his cheek. “I’ve got you, Zaire. I’ve got you.”
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and he closed them as Aaron’s hands touched the waistband of his trousers, pulling it away from his body and down his legs. His cock, up to now having been soft, went half-hard in seconds as he stepped out of the joggers. Crouched in front of Zaire as he was, Aaron would not be oblivious to his state of arousal. The smirk on his face as he glanced up confirmed it. His hands returned to Zaire’s waist, this time sliding his fingers between the boxers and Zaire’s skin. Goosebumps rose along his body as Aaron slid the boxers over his now-hard cock and down his legs.
Zaire’s hands gripped the edge of the sink behind him, and he gritted his teeth against the need to thrust into the air. How he could be so aroused so quickly, he didn’t know.
Aaron stood once more, avoiding touching any part of Zaire as he did. “Drink your coffee.” He pressed the cup into Zaire’s hand after removing its grip from the sink.
Zaire had no idea what the coffee tasted like because his focus was on the handsome specimen undressing in front of him. Aaron’s movements were not a striptease, but his gaze locked with Zaire’s until he was as naked as Zaire was. He was fucking gorgeous.
Aaron picked up his cup, breaking eye contact as he drank. When he finished, he placed both their cups on the windowsill and tugged Zaire into the shower, placing him with his back against the spray and facing Aaron. Aaron took Zaire’s lips in a heated kiss, his hands in Zaire’s hair. It was only when they broke away for air that Zaire realised Aaron had been wetting his hair, ready for the shampoo he had squirted into his hand.
“Step forward a little,” Aaron muttered. As Zaire did, Aaron massaged the gel into Zaire’s hair, and Zaire’s eyes closed in contentment. He repeated the action twice and walked Zaire back under the spray to rinse for the last time. He reached for the body wash.
Zaire was already rock hard. He wasn’t sure he could cope with Aarons’ hands on his body, but Aaron continued when no protest came from Zaire. Aaron avoided his groin area, washing everywhere else before he lathered up his hands and wrapped his hand around Zaire’s cock. Zaire bit back a curse at how sensitive he was and tried to concentrate on not coming.
“Good boy. Let’s get you clean, and we can have a nice relaxing day,” Aaron murmured as he washed every inch of Zaire’s private areas. Once he was content, Aaron guided him back under the spray and washed it all off.
Zaire didn’t want to have a relaxing day. He wanted Aaron.
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Chapter 8
Aaron
He probably had been a bit of a tease in the shower because he’d spent more time than was necessary on cleaning Zaire’s cock and ass, but Zaire looked so blissed out as he’d done it, he couldn’t resist. It was coming back to bite him now. As he dried Zaire off, flames were shooting out of his eyes, his cock an angry purple colour. But it was as good a time as any for Zaire to learn Aaron knew what was best for him, and at the moment, their relationship was new. He didn’t want to fall into bed with Zaire and potentially ruin everything, even if it did sound old-fashioned.
“Daddy! Please?” Zaire asked again, his hand hovering close to his cock as if he was going to stroke it.
Aaron gripped his wrist. “Later. Maybe. You need to relax today.”
“I will relax once I’ve had an orgasm!” Zaire yelled.
Aaron stood still, eyebrows rising at the volume of Zaire’s words. There was no time like the present to begin punishment, but what to choose? He would not let Zaire come, for certain, but maybe some kneeling practice.
He pointed a finger towards the bedroom. “Wait by the bed. Now!” His voice was stern, a tone he used on pupils who needed a stricter talking to.
Zaire’s eyes widened, and he swallowed as he shuffled past Aaron and out of the bathroom. Aaron took his time drying himself off and redressing. He’d already had a shower that morning, so he wasn’t uncomfortable with wearing the same clothes.
When he entered the bedroom, Zaire stood with his back to Aaron, facing the bed, head lowered. Aaron sat on the edge of the bed, where Zaire could see him.
“I will not have you raise your voice to me. You may not believe I know what’s best for you, but I do. I’m your Daddy.” He let those words sink in and added, “Kneel.”
Zaire’s gaze flicked to his and down again before he dropped to the floor.
“We haven’t talked about safe words. Do you have any you use other than colours?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Okay. We’ll use colours. Red for stop, yellow for slow down. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Zaire whispered.
