16. Arlo

CHAPTER 16

Arlo

Discovering Thomas's true identity certainly did rattle me, but I was more upset that he seemed to be worried that I'd be cross. If anyone understands the need to keep your private life private, it's me. I think once he saw I really meant that, he was able to relax again.

It's obvious that he's worried he'll be painted as some kind of pervert if anyone finds out that he's a Daddy. But the truth is that no one ever needs to know what goes on in his bedroom.

It's also the truth that he's an amazing Daddy, and if people knew what that really meant, they wouldn't judge him for a second. I bet nobody judges those wankers I went to school with, and they were far more fucked up than either Thomas or I are.

We've shared so many secrets, I feel closer to my Daddy than ever as we head back to the resort from the stunning temple. We hold hands the whole way on the bus and all the way as we walk back to Thomas's villa.

As we reach the junction between his place and my one that I never went back to, Jolly comes running up to greet us, bushy orange tail shimmying as he bolts our way. The thing is…he comes from the direction of my old accommodation.

I frown and reach down to scratch between his ears as he winds between my legs. "Everything okay, little man?" I ask him, feeling his aggressive purrs in his chest. I look up at Thomas, who shrugs.

"Maybe he wasn't sure where we'd gone and thought you were back there?"

"Ohh, that's a good theory. It's all right now, though, darling. We're home. Let's go back to Daddy's place."

As I look back up, Thomas is beaming at me, making my insides go all gooey. I slip my hand against his again, and the three of us all make our way up the familiar path.

The thing is… as we approach, there's someone waiting for us.

Kirana is sitting on Thomas's porch, but she leaps to her feet as we get closer. She's got something clenched in her hands.

"Oh good!" she cries as we jog up the stairs to greet her. "I don't know where you go or…" She frowns and taps her wrist where a watch would be.

"When we'd get back?" I guess.

She grins and snaps her fingers with her unoccupied hand. Now that we're closer I can see that the other one is holding…a British passport. Huh?

When she catches me looking down, she waves it in front of my face. "Present for you!"

She thrusts it into my hands. Not really thinking straight, I turn it over, then flick through the pages.

It's mine.

I gasp, tears immediately filling my eyes. Thomas must understand what's happened as he squeezes my shoulders protectively. "How?" I ask.

"Did someone return it?" Thomas asks. We did file a police report via the consulate, and they had the details of Kuta Paradise Resort and Spa, so perhaps a good Samaritan helped me out.

Kirana nods, blinking a couple of times before she grins wickedly. "Yeah, someone return it. Bad boys!"

"Bad boys?" I repeat, not quite following.

She taps my passport in my hands. "Bad boys steal from you. Bad boys come here. Kucing tell me. Police come." She cackles. "Bad boys in trouble. BIG trouble. Now you have back."

I wave my hands at her along with the passport. I can feel Thomas tensing beside me as he tries to interpret what she's telling us. "The young men who robbed me came here?" I ask, horrified. That's exactly what I was afraid of, but I didn't think it would really happen.

Kirana is still smiling, though, like it's hilarious. "Yeah, here! Your home. In hot tub! Climb like monkeys in back. Splish-splash. Kucing find me. He very angry. Show me them. I call security. They call police. Bad boys still wet when they go!"

My mouth is hanging open as I look down at Jolly, who is still moving in a figure eight around my ankles. "Jolly saw the boys at my villa…in my hot tub…and told you."

Kirana nods proudly. "Good boy!" she declares. "Lots of fishes for you."

"Yes, lots!" I agree, my mind reeling. "So…the bad boys are gone? The police arrested them?"

"Police, yes," she says. She puts one hand on her hip, then wags a finger on the other one, like she's telling someone off. Then she balls both hands up in front of her eyes and pretends to sob before grinning at us again. "Bad boys big babies."

"Wow," I say, too stunned to articulate much else. "Thank you, Kirana. Thank you so much."

She shrugs and moves toward the steps. "Kucing good boy. Thank you, Kucing!" She waves at us before jogging down the stairs, then heading back to the main complex.

I turn and stare at Thomas for a moment, completely wrong-footed.

"What just happened?"

He points down at Jolly, who is sitting by my feet, watching us. "Your cat is a fucking superhero, that's what happened. We should get him a cape!"

The joke breaks me out of my trance-like state. I laugh and clutch my passport to my chest. "Yeah, good luck getting that cat to wear any kind of costume."

Thomas nods grimly. "True. I do enjoy having all of my fingers."

But I agree with the sentiment and also with Kirana that my little orange hero deserved some treats. When we go inside—after I lock my passport inside Thomas's safe—I go straight to his little pile of cat food tins and quickly select the one I'm pretty sure is his favorite. Once it's tipped into his bowl, I hurry outside to put it down for him, happy when he launches himself at it like he hasn't been fed in days.

"Good kitty," I say with a slightly teary laugh.

Leaving him to his dinner, I slip back inside the villa with a sigh, toeing off my shoes and wiping my eyes. "I can't believe the police actually caught those ruffians. I didn't realize how much it was still playing on my mind, but it's like I can breathe properly again! I?—"

As I finally turn to look at Thomas, I find him staring at me, his eyes glassy as he hugs himself. I immediately rush to throw my arms around him. He unfolds his to return the embrace.

"Oh, no! What's wrong?" I ask, my mind automatically lurching to the worst-case scenario. "I'm sorry they only got my passport back and not the money, but I promise I can pay you back for everything you've done for me!"

"Whoa, what? No, baby boy." He shakes his head and kisses the top of my head. "Nothing's wrong, and you won't be paying me back a single cent. I just got emotional for a sec because I can't believe how kind and amazing my baby boy is, that's all. I guess…I felt a little overwhelmed in the moment, so thankful that our paths crossed."

I bite my lip and just take a few seconds to look into his eyes. "Are you sure about the money?"

He scoffs and gives me a stern look. "What is it my naughty boy likes to call me?"

I blush. "Mr. Rich and Famous," I mumble, but he looks smug.

"Exactly. Mr. Rich and Famous Daddy likes spoiling his baby boy. So no more talk like that, understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," I say bashfully, looking into his brown eyes. "I'm so happy I met you, Daddy," I murmur.

The kiss starts out chaste, just a simple pressing of lips together. But the heat grows steadily, until we're devouring each other's mouths, fingers digging into each other's backs. Thomas starts walking me backward until the backs of my legs hit the bed. Our hands are everywhere as we divest each other of our clothes and then we fall blissfully naked onto the bed. As the rose petals fly up in a cloud around us, I realize that housekeeping has treated us again.

As usual, Thomas looms over me, pinning me against the mattress. But in that moment, he pauses to look down at me, gently brushing back a lock of hair from my forehead. "Baby," he says, that one word holding so much emotion, so much promise, it cuts straight to my heart.

"Daddy," I say back.

He probably doesn't think I see how that word affects him. Every time, there's this flicker of joy across his face, but also just the tiniest hint of disbelief as well. Like he doesn't think that could really be his name.

It is.

"Arlo, I…"

I lift my hand and touch his face. "It's okay," I assure him. That was a pretty big surprise for me today, finding out that my Daddy is so famous that he's got two hundred thousand Instagram followers. I can't imagine that what he has to say now could be any more shocking.

Of course he's not the only one who's made confessions recently. Mine might have been somewhat in code, but I don't doubt that he understood me just fine.

"I respect everything you've told me," he says. "I don't want to push you. But I want you. I'm craving you. I just?—"

"I want you inside me," I interrupt bluntly. My eyes don't leave his as they widen, studying me. So I nod. "It's really adorable how gentlemanly you've been so far. But please just fuck my brains out. Now."

There's a pause before he bursts out laughing and drops on top of me, gathering me in his arms and planting kisses all over my neck and face before finding my mouth. "How are you so perfect?" he marvels, shaking his head and brushing our noses together.

"Because I'm Daddy's good little slut," I say, grinding my hips against his so he can feel I'm already getting hard just thinking about it.

He groans and gives me a filthy kiss. "Yes, you are," he growls before dragging my lip through his teeth.

Apparently, he was anticipating this change in direction because he's already got lube and condoms stashed away in the drawer by our bed. Our bed. I love that. He reaches between us with cool, wet fingers, rubbing against my puckered hole, gently forcing his middle digit through my tight ring of muscle. He kisses my lips and along my jawline, murmuring how good I am against my skin.

I hum and wriggle, loving how unashamed I am. Who decided it was a bad thing to enjoy pleasure like this? They were idiots, whoever they were. How can something this wonderful be wrong?

I've been told my whole life that what I do and the things I crave are bad. But all that dissolves when I'm with Thomas. It seems ludicrous, and the knowledge that I'm right and they've all been wrong wrong wrong is giddily empowering.

Thomas drops his head to suck on my nipple, leaving me free to moan about how good it feels, begging him not to stop. He pinches the other one as he nips at the one already in his mouth with his teeth. I squeal and writhe, but I make no real effort to try and escape. I love this trap I've fallen into, this exquisite torture.

One finger becomes two, but I'm getting impatient. "Da-dee," I whine and pout. He laughs at me.

"Oh, there's my bossy baby again," he quips.

"I'm ready," I insist.

He arches an eyebrow. "I think that's something Daddy should decide."

I disagree.

When I push him and roll him over onto his back, he's too surprised to stop me. I doubt he would have put up much of a fight anyway, seeing how he laughs and lets his hands fall by his shoulders in defeat.

"Good Daddy," I tell him with a smirk.

He scoffs. "Bad boy," he counters.

Nah. I know I'm his good little slut. But I better remind him of that, just in case.

I grab the bottle of lube so it's close, and rip open a condom with my teeth. Then I center myself, recalling the trick Chris and I spent so many enjoyable hours practicing. I never wasted it on those other ungrateful boys. But now it's finally going to pay off.

I position the condom carefully between my teeth and my lips, then I bend down and slip my mouth over his hard, leaking cock. He sucks in a sharp breath, but I see him fist the bedsheets to stop himself from moving.

Humming, I go lower, rolling the sheath down his length until he's all covered. Mission accomplished, I pop off and smack my lips. "There!" I declare. "All done!"

Before he can move or protest or anything, I snatch the lube up, squirting a generous amount onto my fingers. I slide them up and down his cock and then reach back and finger myself, getting the gel deep inside me and adoring how he watches me with hungry eyes as I do it.

Satisfied that I'm not going to do myself harm, I wipe the excess off my hand, then dig my fingers into his chest as I straddle his hips. Before I can reach back again, he's doing it for me, holding his rigid cock and positioning it against my stretched hole. Even with the condom on it feels amazing. With a dirty moan, I begin impaling myself, sinking down and filling myself to the brim. It burns a little but in the best way.

Good lord. I realize right then that toys are no substitute for a real-life, throbbing, red hot dick. I've missed this so much. I don't know what I'm babbling as I take him deeper and deeper, but I know I love it, and I don't want him to stop.

He's running his hands up and down my flanks as he watches me ardently. "My good boy," he's murmuring. "My perfect, delicious little slut. That's right. You're going to ride Daddy like a pony, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes," I hiss, bottoming out and undulating to feel him stroke my prostate like a caress.

"Show Daddy how much you love it," he rasps.

Love it. Love him. My ecstasy-flooded brain can't tell the difference in this moment.

Call me Cowboy Lolo, because right then, every cell in my body is focused on one thing only, and that's driving my Daddy absolutely insane as I start to rock slowly, pulsing him deep inside me, letting my eyes roll back as I take us both to the edge.

Daddy likes to tease and take his time, but I'm a greedy little slut. I know what I want, and I'm going to take it. I get faster and faster, hurtling us both toward the highs that are eager to greet us. He's babbling just as much as me, the two of us incoherent, bordering on delirious, locked in a cycle of telling each other of how good and perfect and hot we are.

As soon as my Daddy wraps his hand around my hard, bouncing cock, it's all over. I've been leaking pre-cum for ages, so he has a beautiful glide as he wanks me off aggressively. I'm lost within seconds, wailing and scratching my nails down his broad, hairy chest as I come all over it, thick white ropes painting my Daddy to show that he's mine.

I'm trembling as he grabs my hips, thrusting into me with new vigor. "Yes, yes, yes!" I moan despite already feeling like I've been run through a mangler. "Use me, Daddy. Come inside me. I'm your baby slut. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me."

He climaxes with a roar, filling me up in spite of the condom containing him. Before he's even finished, he's hauling me against him, crushing our bodies together. "Good boy," he's saying with every breath. "My good, perfect boy. Thank you. Daddy loved it. Good boy. Good boy. Good boy."

I can feel my heart thundering in my chest as I soak up every single word he utters. I believe him. He takes everything I give him and fucking treasures it like a precious pearl. I'm right where I am meant to be.

And I never want to leave.