Page 30 of A LIttle Christmas: Samm
“If you hadn’t been honest about what you wanted, we wouldn’t be here. And do you think maybe some part of you knew you were sending the email to the wrong person? I’m not sure you could have gone through with it, Samuel. You’re such agoodboy. Chaste. You don’t like casual sex, you want it to be important and have meaning. You sent that email to the person it’d be important with. I think that was a subconscious decision. You didn’t even pack a bag, sweetheart. I don’t think you were going to go, baby. I think you wanted me to stop you, wanted me to know because you couldn’t wait anymore. You were a needy boy who needed to get Daddy’s attention. It worked.”
His brows pull together in thought, and he brings his hands to Bryan’s chest, touching him with careful fingers. “Do you think so, Daddy?”
“I know so. I’m certain of it. You were always meant to be mine. And you were very brave and very good to help Daddy see it.”
Samuel blushes brightly and ducks his head against Bryan’s chest. “I want to get ready for you. I want it to be right. Please?”
Bryan agrees, his cock throbbing in annoyance at having to wait, but he ignores it and leaves the bedroom, goes out to the living room to wait for Samuel to get ready. To be the boy he is and reveal himself to his Daddy.
It might be the longest hour of his life.
9
His phone rings an hour later on the dot. It’s Samuel. Bryan answers the phone, looking at the closed bedroom door in confusion.
“Is there a problem?” Bryan asks.
“No, I’m basically ready. I just wondered… well, I was kind of wondering how this should go. How it starts? Do you expect….”
Bryan can’t even guess what the end of that sentence was going to be, but it seems quite important. An hour has given him a lot of time to look at the apartment and notice things he hadn’t seen initially. A bookcase full of books, comics, and graphic novels with outrageous titles that made Bryan’s cock even harder, all centered around boys being good for their Daddies.
A few sippy cups, dishes with cartoon characters on them.
“I guess it just feels like you know a lot about me, but I’m not sure how much I know about you and what you like.” It isn’t quite a question.
He’s still trying to figure out how to respond when Samuel continues, “This morning when I came into your office, you were darker than I expected.”
He blanches.
“It was insanely hot, but I don’t know if you did that for me or for you. If you acted that way because you liked it, then I am super onboard with that, and you should corrupt my innocence and take advantage of me to your heart's content. But, if that’s not what you want, then we can do something else, but I’ll, uh, I’ll need to change.”
His perfect assistant is a planner. He doesn’t like to make mistakes. He wants a plan and guidance. Wouldn’t that be even more true in an intimate situation like this? But if Bryan is the Daddy, then he needs to set the tone, right?“Samuel, be honest. Did you like what we did or do you want something gentler? Something that doesn’t revolve around corrupting your innocence or taking advantage of you?” This would all be easier if he had more experience.
“I want it,” Samuel answers quickly. “I am 1000% on board but if it’s a lot for you then we can… I don’t know. Do it different.”
“I’m happy with how it went before. I like you wide eyed and whimpering. Are we using the stoplight system?”
“Yes, Daddy.” He can hear Samuel breathing softly.
“Are you in bed, sweetheart?”
“I... Yes, I’m under the covers, and I turned off some of the lights,” Samuel’s voice is soft, as if it’s a secret. And he can imagine his boy in bed, all tucked up with the phone next to his ear. He stares at the door but has one hand on his groin, touching himself through his pants.
“Good boy. It was a big day. You must be tired.”
“I… yes, Daddy.”
“Should I come in and give you a good night kiss?”
“Um… and cuddles?” His voice is muffled.
“Pretty boy, are you sucking on your thumb?”
“I wanted something in my mouth, Daddy.”
Bryan groans and squeezes his cock hard. “I bet you did. And how is that thumb, sweetheart? Is it big enough to satisfy you?”
“No, Daddy. I don’t think so.”
