Page 38 of Spoil Me, Daddy
“You like the collar?” he asked, a hint of humour bleeding through his voice.
“Uh-huh. Love it,” a sleepy voice answered.
“Sleep, sweetheart. We have all day.”
Zaire’s soft snores sounded several minutes later, and Aaron grinned. There was no way he’d be able to go back to sleep, even with the warm body next to him, but damn if he was going to move before he had to. The warnings Nora gave him last night were ringing in his ears; even though Zaire reassured him, Aaron couldn’t drop the worry completely, but he needed to at least pack it away. Otherwise, he would be obsessing over it and would probably ruin their relationship instead.
With it being Saturday, they had nowhere to be, but after an hour or so, he became restless, so rather than wake Zaire with his fidgeting, he got up and pulled on some joggers. Heading to the kitchen to get some breakfast and a cup of tea, he thought about what to do today. Maybe Zaire would like a trip to the aquarium. It was something adults did as well as children, but if Zaire felt uncomfortable, they could leave. He made a note to ask when Zaire woke. Zairehadmentioned rock climbing, and while it was not Aaron’s idea of a good time, he would happily take and watch Zaire. He wouldn’t take part himself.
He sat with his toast and tea and grabbed the book he’d already started. He’d not read as much since meeting Zaire, but he was soon lost in the world.
A hand sliding around his shoulders made him jump as engrossed in the fictional world as he was, and he flicked his gaze to Zaire’s.
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi, sweet boy. How are you feeling?” The chemise Zaire had worn last night was in place but with satin underwear and a long satin robe. “You look edible,” he growled, feeling his cock perk up.
“Thank you.”
Aaron slid his hand around the back of Zaire’s neck—and collar—and dragged him into a hot and steamy kiss. Within seconds, he gentled it and nibbled at Zaire’s bottom lip before letting go. “Would you like some breakfast?”
“It’s okay. I can—” Zaire started, pausing when Aaron raised an eyebrow at him. “I would love breakfast, thank you. I’m sorry. I find it difficult to let go when we’re at my house,” Zaire admitted as he sat at the table.
Aaron rose and set the toaster going. “I understand, but I love taking care of you. Would you like butter or jam on your toast?” Aaron would bet Zaire wanted jam but would ask for butter.
As a blush tinted his cheeks, Zaire mumbled, “Jam, please.”
Aaron beamed at him. “Good boy.” He fetched the jam and some milk from the fridge, rummaging around to find a cup for Zaire to use. Finally, he grabbed a plastic tumbler and half-filled it. He wasn’t sure if Zaire went little or just boy and didn’t want to push things too far. Usually, he would ask the boy, but he was afraid Zaire would reject everything out of principle, even though he’d had Daddies before. Aaron shook his head inwardly. Ever since Nora had mentioned the bump, he had been second-guessing everything. Although he knew his thoughts might be unfounded, he decided to test the waters with some items and watch Zaire’s reactions instead of asking him.
The milk in a child’s tumbler, the toast with jam cut into triangles, and an apple cut into slices were placed before Zaire as if he’d had them many times before. Aaron refilled his tea and sat back down as if nothing was amiss.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Zaire hesitate and smile before ducking his head and picking up a slice of toast. When he’d finished his breakfast, Aaron gathered the plates and cup and took them to the sink, returning to Zaire and crouching in front of him.
“You did so well, my sweet boy. I thought we could visit the aquarium today. What do you think?”
Zaire’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
Aaron nodded, heart content at giving Zaire what he enjoyed as well as what he needed. “Do you have any toys or colouring here?” He pushed a bit to see if Zaire would admit to wanting to do something.
Zaire stared at Aaron, biting his lip as he considered his answer. Minutely, his head nodded slowly.
Heart racing with the strength of the man seated in front of him, he smiled. “Would you like to play while I clean up?”
Zaire’s gaze roamed his face, possibly searching for any hint of disapproval or laughter, before he nodded again.
“Go on. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Aaron rose, kissing Zaire’s forehead. “Well done for telling the truth.”
Zaire ducked his head and snuggled into Aaron, hiding his face in Aaron’s chest. “I’m so used to hiding everything. It’s difficult to open up after so long.”
“I know, sweetheart, and I understand. I’m here to take care of you, to help you be who you want to be, to help us become whowewant to be together. I won’t make fun of you or be ashamed of you for what you want. You need to tell me, or I’ll have to keep guessing.”
“Okay, Daddy. I’ll try.”
“Go on. Go play.”
Zaire stepped back and grinned, then pivoted and almost skipped out of the room. Aaron took a moment to lean back against the counter and digest that Zaire was his, at least for as long as Zaire wanted him. He was perfectly imperfect. A boy who needed a Daddy to help guide him. Breathing deeply to deny the sudden onset of happy tears, Aaron turned and washed their dishes before drying and putting them away. Once everything was back to normal, and he believed Zaire had enough time to relax, he grabbed his book and entered the living room.
He smiled when he saw Zaire laid on his stomach on the floor, surrounded by several Postman Pat houses, vehicles and characters. Currently, Zaire was conversing as two of the characters about some missing delivery, complete with voices. The sofa called to him, and he made his way over, making sure to become visible to Zaire so he didn’t make him jump. He noticed Zaire pause what he was doing and, when Aaron sat on the sofa and opened his book, went back to playing.
