Page 33 of Spoil Me, Daddy
“Zaire?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“When we’re out, what do you want to be? Do you want to be Zaire or my boy?”
Zaire tilted his head, and Aaron could see him working through his options. “Your boy, please, Daddy.”
“You sure?”
Zaire nodded, a grin stretching across his face.
“In which case, I have something for you.” Aaron’s heart raced as he headed to his bag to fetch his newest acquisition. He’d been carrying it around for the last few days, not sure when or if to offer it. Lifting the box out, he twisted back to face Zaire. “You don’t have to wear this, but I would very much like it if you did because you’d be seen to be mine.”
Zaire’s brow creased until Aaron opened the hand-sized box. Nestled inside was a beautiful, amber-coloured collar that matched Zaire’s eyes. The eyes which widened as he stared. Zaire’s hand reached forward, and his fingers brushed against the collar in an almost reverent action.
“If you don’t like it, you don’t have to w—”
“I love it, Daddy!” Joy spread across Zaire’s face, his eyes sparkled, his cheeks flushed, and he did a happy dance on the spot. “Can I wear it now?” he asked, hope blossoming in his eyes.
“You can wear it whenever you want to,” Aaron answered, his heart expanding at the obvious excitement coming from Zaire.
“Please, Daddy! Now, please!” He clapped his hands together, and Aaron beamed.
He released it from the box and, placing the box on the top of the drawers, unfastened it before beckoning for Zaire, who came willingly. As Aaron fastened it around Zaire’s throat, something inside him unclenched at the obvious ownership on Zaire’s body. He felt like he had someone who he could share his life with. Someone who could help him as much as Aaron helped his boy. Once it was fastened, he ran his fingers across it and Zaire’s skin.
“You look fantastic,” Aaron breathed.
Zaire smiled, looking at him from underneath his lashes. “Will you help me choose what to wear, please, Daddy?”
“Of course, my boy. Do you have any ideas, or do you want me to choose for you completely?”
“Can you choose, please?”
“Of course. Go wait by the bed, and I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Zaire sneakily lifted to his feet and planted a kiss on Aaron’s lips before skipping off across the room. Aaron shook his head, smiling. He always felt so much lighter when Zaire was around. He made the world appear filled with brighter colours.
Deciding to choose a top for him first, he opened the wardrobe and rifled through the options. He came across a black halter-neck with a golden shimmery overlay, which he thought would look amazing with the collar. He checked out the options for Zaire’s legs. There were skirts, dresses, trousers, shorts and probably other items Aaron had no idea about. He saw some white trousers and pulled them out, realising they were three-quarter length ones. They’d look great with the top and some heeled or flat shoes, depending on what Zaire wanted to walk in.
Heading over to Zaire, who stood at the foot of the bed, a dreamy gaze on his face as he stroked his collar, Aaron lay the clothes on the bed. Smiling at Zaire, he diverted to the drawers and opened the top, looking for nude-coloured underwear. He found a thong and plucked it out, hanging it from his finger as he pivoted towards Zaire once more. This time, Zaire’s heated gaze was on Aaron.
Aaron wandered over to him, his gaze taking in every inch of Zaire that was exposed to him. Which was considerable as Zaire had finished in the shower and wore a small towel. As he stepped close enough to touch, he rested his fingertips on Zaire’s chest, slowly skimming them lower as Aaron kneeled in front of him. They were going to be late meeting their friends.
His fingers slid over the growing bulge in the towel and down his calves to his feet, where Aaron tapped for Zaire to lift so Aaron could slide on the thong. When he lifted the thong up Zaire’s legs, he made sure to skim his fingers over the skin along the way. As he reached the bottom edge of the towel, Aaron glanced up at Zaire and raised an eyebrow in an unsaid question. Zaire swallowed hard and opened his mouth as he exhaled in a rush before moving his hands to the knot in the towel. He undid it and dropped it to the floor next to them.
Unable to help himself, Aaron pressed a kiss to the erect cock right in front of him, and Zaire moaned. Aaron continued to lift the thong into place, leaving Zaire’s cock poking out the top of the waistband but sliding his finger between his ass cheeks to ensure the back of it was in place. To do it, he had to get closer to Zaire’s shaft, and Aaron lapped at the exposed head to the music of Zaire’s harsh breathing.
“Fuck, Daddy! Please, don’t leave me like this!” Zaire begged so beautifully.
Aaron brought one hand to the front and used one finger to pull Zaire’s cock away from his stomach, giving Aaron more space. He took the head of Zaire’s shaft into his mouth and lightly sucked, using his tongue on the underside. The hand that remained in Zaire’s crack moved higher and pressed against his hole, eliciting a moan and a thrust forward and back, like Zaire couldn’t decide which he wanted more.
As he hadn’t used any lube, Aaron pulled his hand away and lifted it to Zaire’s mouth, all the while suckling at his tip, playing with the tiny slit in the head and the extremely sensitive underside. Zaire’s cock was now rock hard and barely constrained in the lacy thong. When he deemed his fingers wet enough, he removed them from Zaire’s mouth and returned to his hole. Sliding more easily now, he pressed a little harder against the entrance to his passage. Aaron felt when Zaire relaxed because his finger slid past his muscle ring, and Zaire groaned.
“Oh god, please let me come.” Zaire thrust between the two sensations, his rhythm faltering as he neared the precipice.
Not wanting this to be over quite yet, Aaron pulled away, and Zaire’s legs wobbled. Aaron held Zaire’s hips as Aaron stood, taking Zaire’s mouth in a carnal, rough kiss and pushing him back onto the bed, all the while keeping their lips locked. Zaire spread his legs to allow Aaron room.
While bracing one hand beside Zaire’s head, Aaron used his other to undo his jeans, pushing them down enough to free his cock. He grasped both shafts in his hand and stroked. They both groaned into the kiss as their hips thrust into his tight fist. Aaron’s tongue mimicked the movement of his hips, and Zaire sucked on it, hurtling them towards the end.
