Page 46 of Daddy Enforcer
“Okay, Daddy,” he says, clutching Felix as he follows me to the bathroom.
I run a warm bath, the steam filling the small space, and help him out of his clothes, my hands gentle but steady.
Naked, Billie sinks into the tub, sighing as the water laps over him, and I kneel beside him, washing his body carefully—his shoulders, his arms, his back.
It’s intimate, not like the heat of yesterday, but tender, a Daddy taking care of his Little.
Billie leans into my touch, his eyes half-closed, and I feel a contentment I’ve never known, like this is where I’m meant to be.
Savor this.
Every damn moment.
This is the real deal—it doesn’t get any better.
When Billie’s clean, I wrap him in a big, fluffy blanket, carrying him to the bedroom. The fire’s glow follows us through the open door, and I settle him in my lap, his head against my chest.
“Time for sleep,” I murmur, and he nods, my voice soft.
“Sing to me, Daddy?” Billie asks, his eyes big and trusting, and I can’t say no.
I start a low, quiet lullaby, an old folk song my grandfather used to sing, about stars and open fields.
My voice isn’t much, rough from years of barking orders, but it soothes him, his body relaxing in my arms.
“Already,huh?” I chuckle quietly.
He’s asleep before I finish, his breathing slow, Felix tucked against him tight.
I hold the boy close, my heart full in a way I’ve never felt—not in the military, not in the Guard, not ever.
This happiness, this peace… it’severything.
But as I look out the window, the darkness beyond feels heavier, like it’s pressing in. Trent, the Varkovs, the threat closing in—it’s right around the corner, and I know it.
Tomorrow, Mr. G will surely call the signal to move, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep Billie safe.
For now, I hold Billie tighter, singing softly, letting this moment linger before the storm hits with all its force.
Chapter 19
Billie
“Ww-w-what time is it?” I wonder, my eyes slowly opening as a slither of light creeps through the bedroom window’s wooden blinds.
I turn and see that Max is nowhere to be seen, probably making a morning coffee or doing his stretches. And it only takes the briefest of thoughts of Max doing his stretches to send a tingle of excitement through my body.
“I’ve got a hot Daddy,” I giggle, my cock waking up with a vengeance and straining upward. “Averyhot Daddy…”
I flash a guilty look toward the bedroom door, half-open half-shut, and slide my hands down my open pajama top, over my nipples, grazing them and making them hard.
Suddenly, I feel an overwhelming urge, one that I know I can’t control.
Quickly but as quietly as I can, I kick off the duvet and yank my bottoms to my ankles and begin to caress my stiff dick, lightly at first but then harder, gripping it and working it from top to bottom and back again.
“Fuck,” I gasp, imagining what it would feel like to have Max’s cock inside me right at that moment…
“Littles shouldn’t curse,” Max says, suddenly appearing at the door with a coffee in one hand and a banana in the other. “But there are a lot of things Little shouldn’t do but do anyway…”
