Page 44 of Spoil Me, Daddy
“Are you close to those people in your class?”
Zaire nodded. Aaron would allow him the non-vocal answers for the moment.
“If you had to spend time with the people in your class or Simon, who would you choose?”
Zaire’s eyebrows lifted, creasing his forehead. “What? My class, of course.”
“Why are you letting the words of a man you do not want anything to do with affect how you feel about yourself? Or how you think other people feel about you? You already have the evidence from your class colleagues. And I can’t imagine the children saying anything mean to you.”
Zaire shook his head, a small smile playing around his mouth. “No, they had a lot of questions, like you said they would, but they were so accepting of it.”
“Those are the people whose minds we need to focus on changing. The children. This world needs to grow up believing in themselves, believing they can be whoever they want to be and be accepted. And I believe we need to start with the children here, at this age. Teach them what is unusual, out of the ordinary and make them believe it is ‘normal.’ I want it so very much.” Aaron’s passion bled into his words. He hated that people didn’t consider others. He wanted a world that was free of prejudice, free of hate, free for everyone. He knew it was a pipe dream, but if he could change even one child’s view, he would be happy.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you, what?”
Zaire smiled and looked at him from under his lashes. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Better.” He wrapped his arms around Zaire’s waist and pulled him closer, not caring they could be viewed from the school car park. “Were you coming to see me?”
“Huh?” Zaire’s brows drew together.
“You were outside my office. Did you need me?”
Zaire focused on Aaron’s shirt. “No. I was coming…to get changed,” he admitted softly.
Aaron pressed a finger under Zaire’s chin until their eyes met. “And now?”
“Now, I need to get back to the children.”
“Good boy.”
Aaron closed the remaining distance between their mouths and tasted coffee and Zaire. He wanted nothing more than to take it further than the exploration of Zaire’s mouth he had managed before a knock at his door sounded. He pulled away, breathing heavily.
“Yes?” he called.
“Mr Brown, Uma asked me to locate Zaire, but I can’t find him. She’s worried,” Pamela answered through the door.
“You can come in, Pamela.”
Zaire moved to pull away, but Aaron tightened his grip on him, restricting the space he could move.
Pamela opened the door, stopping, eyes wide. “Ah, I see.” They smirked. “You could have told me you knew where he was.” They rested a hand on their cocked hip.
“But I wouldn’t be able to revel in his blush, would I?” Zaire pushed away, but Aaron pressed a kiss to his forehead first and allowed him space to leave. “Oh, and Zaire?” He waited until Zaire faced him. “Be a good boy and come see me if you have any more issues, okay?”
“Yes, I will.” Zaire turned to leave, but once more, Aaron stopped him, needing the words, despite their audience.
“Yes, what?” he growled.
Zaire’s gaze flicked to Pamela, who was standing there silently, then back to him. “Yes, Daddy,” he whispered as he turned and fled.
“That wasn’t nice,” Pamela noted.
“He needed to say it. We both needed him to say it in front of someone at work who cares about us.” Aaron hadn’t realised how much that was true until he said it out loud. He and Pamela had many discussions in the past about their aligned kinks when Pamela had inadvertently seen something Aaron had been looking at.
“I’m glad I was able to help.”
