Page 8 of Spoil Me, Daddy
Tilting his head, Zaire made a decision. An orgasm or two would help him sleep, even more than whiskey would—without the headache in the morning. At least, in theory.
“We can skip, but I’m going to be honest with you.” Griff nodded for him to continue. “We can go to my place, but you’re not staying over. Agreed?”
“That’s fair. A mutually beneficial transaction and I’m gone.”
“Happy with that?” Zaire wanted Griff’s word. Nobody ever stayed overnight at his house. He made sure of it.
“Yes.”
Zaire pulled out his phone and ordered a taxi. “Come on.” Zaire hopped off the stool and headed to the exit, not bothering to check if Griff was following. He thought he saw Aaron at one point, but when he turned his head, it wasn’t him. He was either imagining it or the guy walked fast.
As they waited outside, Zaire took stock of the guy as he messaged Rod to let him know he was taking someone home. Griff seemed honest, but everyone had to be careful, regardless. He lifted his phone to Griff and asked if he could take a photo. Griff looked confused but agreed. Zaire snapped it and sent it with the message to Rod before explaining to Griff.
“I don’t know you. If you’re a serial killer, my friend now has your picture to give to the police. I’m more inclined to believe you aren’t as you let me take your photo in the first place.” Zaire smiled at the bemusement on Griff’s face. “Although you could quite as easily kill me and go for Rod, I suppose.”
Griff burst out laughing. “You’re something else. I like it.”
“I know what I want, and I know how to be safe. What more can I say?” He was saved from saying anything else by the taxi arriving.
Once they were settled inside Zaire’s house, Griff stepped forward. “What do you want me to be?”
Zaire studied Griff’s expression, seeing it open and true. “Daddy,” he whispered.
Griff smiled and kissed him.
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Zaire’s ass smarted as he sat cross-legged on the floor with a child as they prepared for the sensology session. This was one of Zaire’s favourites. Five children and three staff members sat or laid on the floor of the spacious room. Each session was based on a different theme. That day, it was The Greatest Showman, and the idea was with each song on the album, staff would use and help the children to use different props to explore the music. Zaire had a box next to him with the props for the child he was helping, and a piece of paper detailing what the recommended activities were.
When the music started, Zaire began brushing a feather over the child’s arm, smiling when the child moved their face towards Zaire and grinned. This was one of the most rewarding jobs in the world as far as Zaire was concerned. Children were precious gifts who, hopefully, knew little of how harsh the world could be.
Zaire hoped he would get on well at this school. It would be great if he didn’t have to worry about where he would end up being sent every morning. Having one place of work was more convenient, and this school was almost on his doorstep, which he couldn’t have chosen better. He hoped his attraction to the headteacher wouldn’t prove his undoing.
Aaron had been professional, even when Zaire pushed things and flirted, which he shouldnothave done. It was hardly professional to flirt with your potential boss-to-be. He shook his head at himself. He was an idiot.
After the session had finished, he helped return the children to the classrooms and sat, wincing, with some craft items to help a child make a crown.
“Are you okay, Zaire?” Uma asked, resting a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve seen you grimace a few times today.”
Zaire told himself not to blush. “I pulled a muscle yesterday; whenever I sit or stand, it smarts.”
“Ah, not good.” She sat beside him. “I know you’ve only been here a week, but how are you finding it?”
Zaire smiled. “I love it here. I would like to be able to stay for longer.”
“Well, we have you for at least another week, Aaron told me, maybe more if everything goes well.”
His stomach fluttered at Aaron’s name, and he admonished himself silently. “Yes, hopefully.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Let me know if you have any problems or questions, okay?”
“Sure thing.”
Uma smiled and headed off when she was called away. Zaire wanted to stay there. Everyone seemed great and willing to go to great lengths to help the children. At least in this class, they seemed to. He didn’t have any experience with the other classes. Returning to his job as a crown maker, he helped the child glue enough gems on to light a disco ball until they deemed it fit for a king. Once the child had the crown on their head, a cape around their shoulders and a cardboard sword by their side, they knighted Zaire as a soldier, and Zaire received his own cardboard sword.
The rest of the day was interspersed between being a soldier, a ghost and a monster, depending on which child wanted his attention. Zaire had great fun.
Striding to his car, he checked his phone, seeing Rod had messaged him.
