Chapter Twenty-Four - Drake

I am about ninety-eight percent sure that Anson just found subspace. This is kind of a mindfuck for me because I’ve never had a Boy get there before, and certainly not during our first experiment with a spanking scene. But he’s gone quiet and limp, with his cum dribbling down the side of my thigh, and he’s either in subspace or I’ve broken him.

It’s gotta be the former, right?

God, I hope so.

When he suggested playing doctor this morning, I na?vely assumed he wanted to play with his new toys in Littlespace. I didn’t think he meant playing doctor. And, obviously, what followed was a super cute and sexy hybrid of both fantasies. I loved every minute of that, and finally getting to spank his irresistible ass was the cherry on top.

And now that he’s flying high on the endorphin rush, I’m glad that we did.

I move us until we’re lying down on the bed, holding him in my arms, relishing the intimacy of the moment. I’m not going to rush him to come out of his current headspace, and I’m content to cuddle him until he does.

He’s not asleep, but his eyes are glazed and droopy, and the little smile tugging at the corners of his lips reassures me that he’s okay. I kiss his forehead and snuggle against him, breathing in the scent of his slightly-sweaty hair.

Not for the first time in the past week, I marvel at how right he feels in my arms. It’s hard to believe that it has only been a week, to be honest. For how strongly I love him, and for how well we click together, you’d be forgiven for assuming we’ve known each other for months, or even years.

I can’t imagine a future without him here with me anymore.

It’s too soon to ask him to move in with me, but it won’t be long before my resolve breaks and I do. I’ve spent too much time on my own, depriving myself of the joys of being a Daddy for more than the occasional scene at The Grove, to not give myself the happy ending I so desperately want, especially when Anson has already hinted that he wants the same things that I do.

He doesn’t want to be Little all the time, but he’s happy for me to be Daddy all the time. He hates being lonely, and so do I. We love each other and work well together. There’s no reason for me to hold back for too long, except out of a sense of propriety.

And who sets those rules anyway? Who says how long we should date before it’s socially acceptable for us to move in together? And who the fuck cares what those people think anyway?

Anson stretches and makes a cute sound at the back of his throat, cutting off my train of thought. I’ll revisit the idea of eventually asking him to move in later. For now, I have a Boy to take care of.

And I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.

Inviting my crush to my cabin for Christmas might just have been the best decision I have ever made, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.