Page 31 of A LIttle Christmas: Samm
“Daddy has something you can suck on.”
Samuel makes a soft sound and shifts under the covers. “Please, Daddy.”
“You’re not touching yourself, are you?”
He hears the whimper through the door, and it echoes through the phone. “You told me not to, and I’m trying not to, Daddy. But it got hard again.”
His groan is half growl. “I did tell you not to. What happens to boys who touch themselves when they shouldn’t?”
“Bad boys get punished, Daddy. Bad boys get spanked until they cry.”
“Does that make a boy feel better, Sammy? Getting spanked and crying?”
“Yes, but… but they have to take care of their Daddy after. In their special hole.” His voice is quiet, and he wonders how susceptible his boy is to little space and regression.
“But, if you don’t like it, you’ll say Red?”
“Yes, Daddy. Red. Not stop. I think… I know there are boys who like to say no and stop, but they don’t mean it. Did you know there are boys like that?”
He growls and tugs on his balls, eager to use his boy. “Those are some lucky Daddies. I think I have a boy like that. Tell me no and let’s see what happens to you, pumpkin. Do you have condoms?”
“Yes, Daddy. In my bedside table. But I… we don’t have to. I’m clean and it’s been so long for you….Were you careful with those women?”
He sighs in pleasure, unable to stop touching his cock as he talks to his boy. “Daddy was very careful. Daddy always wore a condom. It was easy to be responsible with them because I didn’tneed to fuck them like I need to fuck you. Daddy wants to come in you, pumpkin. We should start as we mean to go on. Daddy’s come goes in his boy, doesn’t it? That’s your treat. Your reward for being a good boy.”
His breath hitches. “Please. Will you come kiss me goodnight, Daddy? I need you.”
“I will. I’m going to kiss you goodnight and give you a big treat.”
“I like treats, Daddy,” he says, talking around the thumb in his mouth.
Bryan hangs up the phone and puts it in his pocket. He leaves his shoes and coat outside the door. He rolls up his sleeves and unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt. Wanting to look like a Daddy who just came home from work.
He knocks perfunctorily and opens the door. The lights are off, but fairy lights are above the bed, and a few nightlights are on, casting the room in a soft glow. He can see his boy in bed, turned away from him, arm around his octopus, thumb in his mouth.
Innocent.
Bryan’s never been so turned on. He wants to fuck Samuel, wants to hear the boy moan with pleasure, wants to give him so much pleasure he’s sobbing with it.
“Sammy?”
“Daddy? You’re home?”
“I’m home, pumpkin. Did you miss me?”
“Yes, Daddy.” He turns to his back as Bryan comes around the bed. His eyes are wide as he looks up at Bryan. He eyes the open collar of Bryan’s shirt, reaches for him with one hand, the other stuck firmly in his mouth.
He scoots over so Bryan can sit down on the bed.
“Don’t you look cozy,” he says, and traces his fingers down Samuel’s cheek. He settles on his bottom lip, pressing gently andpulling it down, obsessed with the wetness of his mouth, the soft slickness. “Pretty mouth on a pretty boy.”
Samuel blushes and whimpers. “I put on my pajamas,” he whispers.
“Did you? Should Daddy check?”
Samuel nods. Bryan stands up and lifts the covers, dragging them back so he can see his boy in the outfit he’s chosen for their first night together. The enormity of the moment hits him.
“Oh, sweetheart. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything so perfect.” The groan isn’t something he wants to make, it’s just a response to the vision before him. Samuel is in a short-sleeved, thigh length nightgown. It’s probably women’s, the material cotton. It has a deep V-neck and there are little reindeer’s pulling sleighs all over it.
