Chapter 18
Maddy
Iwas surprised when we turned into a nice neighborhood. I'd expected Colin to live in an apartment or condo, like most people I knew. But of course, he was older. More established.
We pulled into a curving driveway lined with neat hedges and drove right up to a fancy two-story with a path that wound through flower beds. There was a porch with a swing. I couldn't believe how beautiful it all was.
"You live here?"
"Yep."
"Alone?"
"Yep."
"Wow. I didn't know your job paid so well."
"It doesn't."
He told me he had other properties he'd inherited. I had no idea my daddy was rich.
When we pulled into the garage, which was huge and had other nice cars parked in it, he reminded me I needed to go straight to bed. That meant a tour of his property had to be saved for later.
I hugged Kornie to me. As we walked into his house, I blurted, "I didn't even realize—" I cut myself off. I didn't want to sound improper about just now learning he was richer than anyone I knew except for Ozzy and Trent.
"That I have money and assets? No one knows unless they've been to my house. I don't tell anyone at work. I don't want them to know I do the job for fun."
"I won't tell anyone," I said. "I promise."
"I want you to know, Maddy, I couldn't wait to bring you here."
"Why?"
He kept blinking. "Because I could already tell when I first met you you're special."
On the way to the staircase, I dawdled, trying to see everything at once. It was all high ceilings and gold brocade molding. The chairs and couches in the huge living room were black leather. There was a giant TV screen on the wall over the mantle.
"My father was an architect. He died when I was fifteen. My mom died about five years ago. I've only just now gotten rid of most of their things and made the place mine," he offered when he saw me turning around to look at the rooms.
"That must've been hard."
"It was." He raised an eyebrow at me.
"My parents are in Wisconsin," I said. "They really don't keep in touch. It's because of, well, you know. They have a little trouble with the whole LGBTQ thing. They don't like thinking of me that way."
"I'm sorry to hear that, sweet boy."
Well, it was what it was. I had no choice in the matter.
"Can I at least see the downstairs before we go up to your room?"
Colin's face got all soft. He took my hand. "Come with me."
Colin showed me around the kitchen, the dining room and the two bedrooms downstairs. One was a guest room. The other had all his exercise equipment. I knew he worked out, but now I knew he had his own gym. It was amazing.
All the while he kept hold of my pack.
With the first floor tour done, Colin turned to me. "Are you ready to go upstairs?"
"More than ready." I couldn't keep the breathiness from my voice, even though I knew I was going up there only to rest.
"This way."
I followed him up a curving flight of stairs with a wooden handrail so highly polished it looked like it made its own light. We walked across a rather plain-looking landing that led to a vast open space that made me gasp.
Before me was a huge playroom. It held so many toys I didn't know where to look first. My heart started to pound. It was a dream and like what had happened several times since meeting Colin I had to convince myself this was reality.
Colin walked me by a giant rocking horse that had to be ten feet tall at the head, the kind you might see at a fairground event. He reached out and took my hand.
Slowly, we moved through the room. I held Kornie tightly to me.
There were shelves of games and stuffies. Electronics galore. A popcorn machine. A cotton candy machine. A soda fountain. A train on real tracks. It was big enough to ride and the tracks made a circle around the edges of the room.
There were multi-colored sparkle lights along the walls and framing the window, and whiteboards for drawing and colorful tables and chairs all around. But best of all, and already my favorite part of the whole huge room, was a little alcove like a cave with painted jungle plants all around the outside and little painted animals peering through the leaves. The alcove part was the cave, and inside was a wide bed with lots of soft pillows. The walls above the bed and on each side were entirely made of bookshelves. I immediately wanted to curl up there with a stack of picture books.
"It's too much." I was rocking up and down on my toes, unable to keep still.
Colin squeezed my hand. "Yes, it can be a bit overwhelming."
I looked up at him. "It all looks so new. But you've had boys here before."
"Only a few. Not to worry. They weren't the right fit. But you, on the other hand…."
"Me?" It was still too early in our relationship. He couldn't know if I was a right fit yet. We'd had a sleep-over date planned for last night to find out. It had never happened.
He eyeballed me as if seeing me for the first time, his look glaring and hard again. Mr. Menacing. I flinched.
"Yes, you, you little silly. I think maybe I'd like to try with you." His tone didn't match his look. It was soft and seductive. In a roomful of toys with the promise of a very soon first time with a real daddy, the fever came up from inside me again, like a powerful wind leaving no part of my body untouched.
"Try?"
He nodded. "I have a feeling about you."
I wanted to jump up and down and yell. I held back, all except for a big grin, my entire body shivering in a good way.
Colin dropped his hand from mine and put his arm around my shoulders. His free hand went underneath my other shoulder, still holding my overnight pack, and suddenly I was being lifted up.
I allowed it to happen, reaching out to pull myself closer to him so he could hold me as my legs went around his waist, my arms around his neck with Kornie still dangling from one hand. I was in total little mode from one moment to the next. And aroused more than I could ever remember being.
My hard cock pressed against his stomach. He was hot beneath his clothes, his chest rising and falling against mine. I could tell he was as aroused as I was.
"Oh, you're so not-a-baby, aren't you?" he murmured, sliding his palm up and down my spine. "But it's all bedrest for you today. Nothing more."
"Okay, Daddy."
My throat was a little sore but that was all. I was mad I would have to wait, but I didn't show it.
I pressed my hot face against his neck and said nothing. I was such a baby. More of a baby than I could ever admit. I wanted to shout about it. I finally wanted to embrace it all the way.
He swung me around and moved quickly across the playroom to another room. It was his room. I could scent the essence of his life here—his ecstasies, his tragedies, his Christmassy pine aftershave—before I looked around.
I saw shades of blues and greens, beige and black, and the biggest bed ever. I knew it had to be custom made. Colin headed straight to that bed.
"I want no arguments from you. You're to stay in bed today and I'll bring you whatever you like. Plus, there's a TV on the wall to entertain you."
"But you'll stay with me, Daddy, right?"
"I'm not going anywhere." He lay me gently on one side of the bed, placed my overnight pack at the foot of the bed, then pulled down the covers on the other side. "Here, now." He tapped the bare sheet.
I scurried over to that side, placing Kornie on the pillow beside me.
Colin then bent over my feet and began to take off my shoes and socks. Slowly, he undressed me. I let him because I wanted it. I wanted him to see me and be there for me like this, taking my clothes and putting them away. Treating me like his very own baby.
When I was down to my underwear, he looked me over. His eyebrows were severe, but his eyes were soft, his mouth upturned.
"Did you bring your pajamas?"
"Yes, Daddy. In my overnight bag."
He grabbed it, opening it, and dumped everything out on the bed. Everything.
My cheeks got immediately hot. There were the wet wipes, and the unopened bag of diapers, the extra underwear and some plastic toy animals. Everything about me was exposed now. Not that Colin didn't know, but it was different seeing it all piled up on the bed and me lying before him in only my underwear.
He looked up at me. "I'm honored that you came prepared."
I flushed even hotter.
He picked up my rolled-up jammies and shook them out, smiling. "These are cute. They have little flying horses and hearts all over them. Are they your favorites?"
I nodded.
He held up the pants. "Lift your leg so I can put them on you."
This was everything I'd ever wanted. A daddy to play with. A daddy to dress me. A daddy to care for me. I felt like my whole life, even the scary stuff with Griff, had been leading straight up to this moment.
Colin drew the pants up my legs, his fingertips touching my bare skin all the way up. I lifted my hips so he could get them up to my waist. My underwear bulged with my arousal.
He said nothing about it. He patted me on my shoulder, and I raised my arms so he could get the pullover pajama top on me.
When I was finally dressed for bed, he said, "Good boy."
He tucked Kornie closer to my head, then pulled up the covers. "Too warm? Too cold?"
"No. It's perfect. Your bed is soft."
"I have a housekeeper who comes every week to clean. They change the sheets and do laundry, too. These are fresh. I planned to have you here last night, but no one's been here since."
"They feel good."
"I'm glad. I'm going to take very good care of you." He tucked all my things back into my pack and again set it at the foot of the bed. "And now I'm going downstairs to make you a tray of snacks and juice. You just rest, baby boy. Okay?"
"Okay."
He fussed with the covers a bit more, then turned and left the room.
I sighed happily, wriggling myself down further under the feathery wonder of his bed.
"Kornie, we found ourselves a real daddy," I said, hugging my stuffie to me.