11. Chapter 11

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Will

I f someone had told me the idea of visiting Santa at a department store could be the key to the perfect date, I would have laughed. But when Will went out of his way to give me that moment, I knew I was half-gone for the man already.

Santa had been so kind, keeping his voice low so I didn’t worry other’s would overhear our conversation. I found myself admitting to him my deepest desire.

“I want someone caring to take charge of me and be my partner.” I left out the, like Nathan, I wanted to add, but Santa watched where my eyes trailed with my words.

The gorgeous man who had taken me on the best date of my life, simply to have cocoa and meet Santa, glanced our way and I felt my face heat again. Nathan had a straight line to my dick with that smile. And I was beginning to see the hold he was wrapping around my heart, as well.

Santa winked at me and said my wish would come true if I was a good boy. I told him I could be good, but I wasn’t sure if I was fulfilling my promise.

Was it naughty of me to ignore the food Nathan bought us and be so forward? I didn’t know if he thought I was being naughty or nice, but Nathan stood in front of me with a look to match the one swirling in my gut. One full of heat.

Nathan got me out of my head when he pulled me close to growl low into my ear, “I’m hungry for you, too. What’s your safe word?”

A shiver ran through me and I swallowed back a moan so I could answer, “Stoplights, Daddy.”

Hopefully that was enough to go on, because I was having trouble making complete sentences with Nathan so close I could feel the heat from his body seeping into mine through our layers of clothing and the centimeters separating us.

Nathan ran his nose along my cheek and down my jaw, his lips a breath away from caressing my neck, “And what color are you now, my sweet boy?”

“Green! So green!” I blurted out and felt his chuckle reverberate through my skin more than I heard the sound. “What–What do you want me to do, Daddy?”

“First, let’s get you a little more comfortable.” Nathan stepped back and I couldn’t hold my whimper in then. “What are you alright with removing? Your sweatshirt and pants?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I panted.

My body tried to follow him, but Nathan stopped moving, reaching for the hem of my hoodie. I lifted my hands and let him pull the fabric over my head. When he moved his hands towards the button on my jeans, Nathan kept eye contact with me as my breathing shallowed.

Nodding to give consent, Nathan raised one strawberry-blond eyebrow to show I needed to be clear.

“You can take them off. You can take everything off, Daddy,” I added, wanting to get that out of the way so he didn’t torture me for every article of clothing. Nathan licked his lips and my dick pressed against the fabric of my briefs.

Nathan opened my pants and stuck his thumbs into the belt loops before pulling them down with my underwear as I steadied myself using his shoulders. I stepped out of them and he finished with my socks, tossing them all on the sofa with my hoodie but not rising from his crouched position in front of me.

With my belly in the way, I couldn’t see my small cock, but Nathan was looking at my erection like it was chocolate cake. I thought he might ask questions about how my dick functioned—it got hard but not enough to top without an extender, had a lot of sensation because they made it from my clit, and I could come from jacking off—but instead he said such dirty words I felt my knees buckle.

“Do you want me to make you to cum, sweetheart?” Nathan asked, his hot breath fanning over my dick.

Choking on my reply, I gripped onto his shoulders and nodded like a bobblehead of the Seal’s quarterback I had on my desk at work. I got another eyebrow. Right, words.

“Yes, so much, Daddy. Please?” I begged.

“Since this is our first time playing together, I want to try something,” Nathan told me as he stood to look down at me. He was still fully dressed minus shoes we’d left by his door, and I was enjoying the juxtaposition. “Can you take off your shirt while I grab a few things?”

The hem was in my hands before he finished his sentence, making him chuckle at my eagerness. “Want me to wait here, Daddy? Or are we going to your…” I cut off, unsure if I was allowed to invite myself into his bed.

Nathan took my hand and led me to a leather armchair, taking the blanket off the back and laying it over the smooth black fabric. “Sit here, and no touching until I come back. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I agreed, sitting down fast enough to move the chair back an inch.

Nathan rolled up his sleeves as he took me in, “Good boy.”

My mind reeled as Nathan left the room, but he didn’t make me wait long. He came back with a bottle of lube, a box of tissues, and a butt plug. I squirmed in my seat at the implications. Would he fuck me?

“I’m not going to fuck you, tonight,” Nathan told me like a mind reader. My mouth hung open and he smirked at my shocked expression. “Your face is an open book, Will.”

Nathan used my name, so maybe I was in trouble? “Is that a bad thing?” I asked, chewing on my lower lip, and looking down at the floor.

“No.” Nathan dropped his supplies on the side table and leaned over me to lift my chin. His thumb pulled my lip free and he caressed the dented surface of my skin there. “I love how easy you are to read. It makes playing together so much easier for me, baby boy.”

“Oh,” I whispered, feeling instant relief at Nathan’s words. He kissed my lips in the barest of touches and I couldn’t help smiling up at him.

Nathan returned my smile and stepped back, taking a seat on another armchair a few feet away. Not close enough to touch, but near enough to see how hard he swallowed as his eyes trailed over my body again.

“You’re going to pleasure yourself for Daddy, so I can learn what turns you on. You can use your hands and the lube, even the plug if that gets you going. But you won’t come,” Nathan instructed. “If you come, there will be a punishment. Do you understand, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Daddy. I understand.” I started moving to play with myself but Nathan held up one hand.

“If you need to pause, say yellow. If you want to get dressed and talk at any point, say red,” Nathan reminded me and I quickly agreed. “Now, go slow.”

Taking more time than I would have if I was alone, I ran my hands over my belly and up to my nipples, twisting them until I felt the pleasure shoot straight to my cock. Nathan pressed the heel of his hand into his own straining erection with one hand while biting the knuckles of his other hand.

“You’re not going to get off, Daddy?” I couldn’t help asking as I made my way down to take my dick in hand.

“Fuck, baby boy, your are fucking gorgeous all spread out for me,” Nathan commented, leaning forward to rest his forearms on his knees. “I may get off, but first I want to watch you. Show me how you like it.”

If I thought Daddy laughing was the hottest sight before, I’d been wrong. Daddy sitting in a chair, cuffs rolled up while he directs this boy to pleasure myself but not come…Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

And I realize I’ll be earning that punishment.