Page 36 of Spoil Me, Daddy
“Well?” Aaron prompted.
“Sorry, Daddy. I wanted some relief. I didn’t think about what I was doing. I’m sorry.” Zaire stared at Aaron’s shirt as he waited for the verdict, hoping he had been apologetic enough to warrant some sort of reward.
“Okay, sweet boy, but remember in the future, you need to ask for what you want. As you were so impatient, we are heading to bed now, without any relief. For either of us.”
“But—” Aaron’s raised eyebrows halted his words, and Zaire bit his lip.
When Aaron pushed against Zaire and helped him stand, then followed suit, Zaire moped, keeping his gaze on the floor as he trailed behind his Daddy up the stairs. He was annoyed because all he wanted to do was feel Aaron sliding deep inside him and pounding him into the mattress. They’d been together for a while now, and they’d still not had sex. He had hoped to get Aaron aroused enough to finish the night off with a bang. Zaire had to go and ruin it by being impatient. He kept trying to remember that his Daddy knew best, but it was difficult. Even though he wanted someone to look after him, it was hard to let the reins go after being alone for so long.
“I don’t think we need a shower before bed, but would you like one?” Aaron turned the bedside lights on, filling the room with a warm glow. Zaire loved that, even though it was Zaire’s house, Aaron had made himself comfortable enough to take care of Zaire. Aaron didn’t hesitate to do what he needed to do to make sure Zaire was looked after.
“I’m okay, thank you.”
“Let’s get you undressed. Are your feet sore from the shoes?” Aaron crouched down to undo the buckles and slip each shoe off Zaire’s feet.
Zaire groaned and scrunched and flexed his toes into the carpet now they were out of their confines. “They are a little, but nothing I’m not used to.”
Aaron helped Zaire remove his other clothing until he was stood naked in the middle of the room as Aaron chose something for him to wear. He pulled out a chemise Zaire rarely wore. It was light pink silk with thin straps and a lace detail across the chest. He glanced over at Zaire as if to gauge his reaction, but Zaire honestly didn’t mind what he wore. Nodding his head, Aaron closed the drawer and stepped up to him.
“Arms up.”
The material flowed down his skin, making him feel small and sexy, and he couldn’t help but run his hands over the texture and sigh.
“You look gorgeous.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome.” He pressed a kiss to Zaire’s lips. “Let’s get this collar off.”
Zaire’s hand instantly went to the leather strap. “Can’t I keep it on?” he asked, his heart racing.
“It’s probably not a good idea. I don’t want you to get a sore neck.” Zaire pouted, his shoulders slumping. Aaron must have seen Zaire was upset because he added, “But how about if we take it off and put it right next to you on the bedside table so you can see it at any point and put it on straight away in the morning?”
Zaire mulled it over. He didn’t want to take it off, but he knew Aaron was right. “Okay, Daddy.”
The buckle came loose easily enough, and soon Zaire felt a loss he hadn’t expected when Aaron first encased his neck in the warmed fabric. He’d truly felt like he belonged to Aaron when he was wearing it and, strangely, a little lost without it. He watched as Aaron walked over to the bedside table and placed it where he’d said he would. Zaire didn’t like it, but at least it was within reach.
“Come to bed.” Aaron held out his hand after flicking the cover back. Withholding his smile, Zaire sashayed over, a larger sway in his hips than he would usually make and made sure to brush against Aaron as he slid past him.
A chuckle met his ear as he climbed onto the soft, cool sheets, laying on his side so he could see the collar. It might seem silly to some that he was scared it would be taken away, but he’d never had one before. None of his previous Daddies had ever given him one. Whenever they had gone out to clubs or bars, they always kept him with them, and he hadn’t been able to go and dance with his friends without them being there, too. The collar, although giving him a sense of being owned, also gave him more freedom as he was able to dance and go to the bathroom without anyone getting in his face because it proved he belonged to someone.
When he was tucked in, Aaron leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Sleep, my sweet. I’m going to get undressed, and I’ll be with you.”
Zaire nodded, his blinking getting heavier, even though he tried to keep his eyes on his collar.
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Zaire woke with his ass pressed against Aaron’s groin, Aaron’s deep breathing heating his neck and whispering past his ear. He wanted nothing more than to rub back against him, but his eyes snagged on his collar, and he remembered his Daddy’s words from the previous night. Gritting his teeth against the need to move, he inhaled, hoping to calm himself.
“Daddy?” he whispered. When he received no answer, he lifted the hand Aaron had curved around Zaire’s waist and pressed a kiss to his fingertips. “Daddy?” he said again, cuddling the hand against his chest, fighting against the urge to thrust his hips. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold himself together.
“Hmm, good morning, sweetheart.” Aaron’s voice rumbled, husky and deep, into his back as his nose rubbed circles on Zaire’s neck. He pressed a kiss to his spine. “Do you need something?”
“Please, Daddy. I’ve been so good. I woke you up to ask you instead of moving like I wanted to! Please can you make me come? I’m so hard,” he whispered the last bit, a flush heating his cheeks at his admission.
“Oh, is my sweet boy needing his Daddy?”
“Yes, please!”
