Page 35 of A LIttle Christmas: Samm
“No.” He nips Samuel’s ear. “My sweet boy. If you had any idea how hard it makes me to tell you no, I think you’d run for the hills.”
“I wouldn’t. But, Daddy, if I don’t come, I’m gonna cry.”
“Oh no. We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” His voice is dark.
“No! We wouldn’t!” But, of course, he’s imagining it, being denied, having to turn his attention to getting Bryan off instead. It’s awful. It really is. Ugh, he’s going to come harder than he ever has in his entire life.
Bryan pinches his nipples, and then he’s stroking Samuel to a climax, a mess spilling into his underwear, soaking the material.
“Daddy, I’m messy.”
“I know. Poor slutty boy,” he says, not sounding very sympathetic. He’s still pumping Samuel’s cock, and then it’s too much, and he tries to squirm, but Bryan growls at him, and he tries to settle down and endure the stinging pleasure.
“What do you think, sweetheart? If I kept going and got you hard again, could you come for me?”
“Daddy. You’re evil. I’d die!”
Bryan sighs and lets him go, holding Samuel’s twitching cock gently in his hand, as if he’s keeping him safe. “Why didn’t I know you could be so melodramatic?”
“I don’t know, Daddy,” He says, still recovering. “Hey. No, I’m not!”
Bryan chuckles. He forces Samuel to stay where he is, but takes his hand out of Samuel’s pants, and then he’s rubbing Samuel’s groin, working the come into his skin and the fabric, spreading the mess around.
It’s filthy but endurable now that he’s had a few minutes since his orgasm. Bryan’s hard cock is poking into his lower back, and the fact that his Daddy wants him messy is all it takes to keep him eager. “You’ll have to sleep naked now. Since you messed your pajamas.”
“Yes, Daddy.” He swallows hard, but he can’t stop smiling with happiness. It’s so easy to go along with whatever his Daddy wants. The truth is that he loves every suggestion the man has had.
“I think I’m going to come on your face and then I’ll run my dirty boy a bath.”
“Yes, Daddy!”
And he does.
They wakeup to a world filled with white. Snow is everywhere. Everything looks soft, clean, and quiet. Samuel stays under the covers, and Bryan goes down to get coffee and breakfast and brings it back up so they can eat in bed.
“We’re lucky the power didn’t go out.”
Samuel sips his coffee. “Did you make this with eggnog?”
“I did. Tis the season. I’ll go back to half and half in January.”
“You’re not just another pretty face, you know,” Samuel says.
Bryan kisses him on the cheek. “Thanks,” he says, deadpan.
“So… what do we do today now that it’s all snowy outside?”
“Well, I think we should stay in bed.”
“That’s a good idea.”
“But you also had plans for the weekend. Things you wanted. I’m wondering if we should do them?”
Samuel’s breath catches in his chest. He’s so happy that Bryan wants to put him first and give him his weekend, which he’d half-negotiated with Ballbuster. Except. “I guess I do want what I wanted to do with him, but that was mostly because I didn’t think I’d like him. It’s like going to Disneyland. There are good things about it, but it’s too crowded, too expensive, your favorite ride might be broken down, and it’s all just a lot of work. But the idea of it is magical. My weekend with Ballbuster was probably not going to be very good, so I was trying to make sure I got good things out of it so I could look back on it and not hate myself for settling. But you’re not him. This is real. And it’s so nice to be with you because I care for you and know you. So I don’t feel like I need a big plan for the weekend. I just want to be with you, and trust you, and… say ‘yes’ to everything,” he says.
He smiles at Bryan, feeling a little shy after being so honest. “I want you to be my Daddy, and Daddy decides. A good Daddy leads.”
Bryan puts his coffee down on the nightstand, then he takes Samuel’s from him and sets it down, too. He pulls Samuel into his arms and squeezes him tightly. It’s so comforting, and he feels so safe that he might cry.
