Chapter Twelve

Darien

Once they arrived home, Darien and Baran settled into the living room, a space that exuded warmth and sophistication. The room was decked floor-to-ceiling with bookshelves filled with an eclectic mix of novels and reference books. A grand piano occupied one corner, its polished surface gleaming under the soft glow of the chandelier. The fireplace crackled gently, warming the space and casting a cozy light that danced across the room. Comfortable armchairs and a plush sofa invited relaxation, while handpicked artwork collected from art galleries’ charity shows added a touch of elegance.

As they made themselves comfortable on the couch beside each other, Miss Charlotte entered with a tray of Turkish tea and freshly baked cookies. She placed the tray on the coffee

table. “I thought you two might enjoy this,” she said before retreating to give them some privacy.

“Thank you, Miss Charlotte. You really know how to make me feel special,” Baran said.

“She’s the best,” Darien added.

Darien poured them each a cup of tea, the welcoming aroma mingling with the scent of the cookies. He handed Baran a cup and settled back onto the couch, feeling a sense of contentment.

Baran took a sip of his tea, then looked at Darien with a thoughtful expression. “Tonight was one of my best nights ever. Thank you for everything, Daddy Darien.”

Darien smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

They sat in silence for a moment before Darien spoke again, his tone serious yet gentle. “I think we should talk about us—about rules and consequences like I promised at dinner. It’s important to me we understand each other.”

Baran nodded, setting his cup down. “I can’t wait until I hear the rules. I’m so excited you want me.”

Seeing Baran’s joy, a weightlifted from Darien’s shoulders. He stood and walked to the bookshelf, pulled out a folder out, then returned the couch.

“Would you like me to read it to you, or do you want to read it to me?”

“Read it to me, but will I get to keep a copy so I can review it?”

“Of course, this folder is yours after I read the rules.”

“What else is in there?”

“Little surprises for you. Are you ready for me to read them?”

“Can I kiss you first?”

“Yes.”

The air crackled with anticipation as Baran leaned forward, his eyes meeting Darien’s, and finally pressed his lips onto Darien’s. It meant a lot that Baran was comfortable enough to initiate a kiss.

“Oh, I love how you taste, so sweet,” Darien said.

When Baran sat back, Darien read.

“I have seven rules for you.

1. Be honest.

2. Cleanse daily.

3. Answer Daddy Darien’s messages or calls within fifteen minutes.

4. Be faithful and respectful to Daddy Darien.

5. Tell Daddy Darien when you are upset.

6. Ask for help.

7. Let Daddy Darien know where you are at all times.

Can you agree with these rules?”

“Yes, Daddy Darien. Those are excellent rules.”

“If you break a rule, you will be spanked. Do you agree with that?”

“Yes, Daddy Darien.”

“Do you trust me to look out for your best interests?”

Baran’s eyes softened. “I’ve only had someone I could trust like this once before. Being with you makes me feel safe and valued. I want to be that person for you too.”

Darien reached out, taking Baran’s hand in his. “You already are, Baran. Let’s promise to always be therefor each other, to face everything together.”

Baran squeezed Darien’s hand, a smile spreading across his face. “I promise. We’ll make this work.”

As they finished their conversation, the living room seemed to cocoon them in its warmth. The fire crackled, the piano stood as a silent witness to their promises, and the bookshelves held the stories of countless lives. In that moment, surrounded by the comforts of home and the promise of a shared future, Darien knew they were building something truly special.

“Are you ready to go upstairs?”

“Yes.”

Darien playfully scooped Baran onto his back, carrying him up the stairs with a laugh. Baran held on tightly, enjoying the lighthearted moment as they ascended to the second floor. Reaching the landing, Darien set Baran down gently and led him to the bedroom.

The bedroom was a serene sanctuary, designed for comfort and relaxation. A king-sized bed with a tufted headboard was the centerpiece, dressed in soft, luxurious gray linens and an array of plush pillows. A large window draped with elegant curtains over looked the city, offering a view of the nighttime skyline. Tasteful artwork covered one wall and there was a cozy reading nook, complete with an overstuffed armchair near a small bookshelf filled with an array of books.

“I’m so excited, but scared too,” Baran said.

“What are you afraid of?” Darien asked.

“You might change your mind.”

“About what?” Darien was surprised by Baran’s fear, which he could see in his trembling hands and wide, worried eyes.

“About helping me and being my Daddy Darien.”

“Let me ease your mind. ”Darien pointed to the bathroom. His father had abandoned him in a foreign country, so it was natural Baran would have to work at trusting him completely. Baran said he trusted Darien, but he didn’t realize how deep the seed of abandonment was rooted. The look of defeat etched into the faces of so many men at the shelter was something he recognized all too well. Baran had the same fear of failure, but Darien planned to build up his confidence and trust in him.

Baran walked to the bathroom, Darien hot on his heels.

“Strip down for your bubble bath,” Darien said.

Baran fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, eager to shed his clothes.

“You’re beautiful, Baran.”

Darien turned on the water until it was warm and filled the tub. He poured some bubble lotion under the running water. The smile on Baran’s face was priceless. He helped Baran into the bathtub then sat on the edge and rolled up his sleeves.

He squeezed a generous dollop of shampoo onto Baran’s hair, the scent of citrus filling the air. Baran closed his eyes, moaning from Darien's touch.

“That feels so good.”

“I’m going to make sure you’re feeling better. I don’t want you to feel scared with me.”

With the hand shower, Darien thoroughly rinsed all the shampoo out of Baran’s hair. Then he applied the conditioner, gently massaging it into his scalp. He took his time, then rinsed the conditioner and brushed out the tangles.

“Am I clean yet?” Baran laughed and played with the bubbles.

“Not yet, but your hair is gorgeous and squeaky clean.”

“Thanks.”

Darien inhaled Baran’s scent and kissed him on the top of the head. He spurted intoxicating-scented body wash into his hands and washed Baran’s neck and shoulders, then worked his way down his back. He washed under Baran’s arms, then the front of his body and limbs. Darien played with his cock and balls, rubbing his sack with mounds of suds and playfully squeezing. He scrubbed his cock using a slow motion, then played with his slit, watching Baran’s cock grow from his touch.

Darien played with one of his nipples, coaxing it to hardness, then carefully sucked it. He delighted in pulling on the other one. He idly flicked his finger at Baran’s nipples, drawing a sharp gasp with each movement. He hoped Baran would communicate if he didn’t like something or if it hurt. “Do you like me to suck and pinch your nipples?”

“Yes, I love it.”

Darien placed his hand around his cock again and massaged it until Baran was panting. “Please, don’t stop.”

“That was just a tease. Stand up, please.” He released the drain and turned the showerhead on. “Rinse off.” Baran stood, rinsed himself off, then Darien handed him a towel.

“Make sure you’re dry and get into the bed. I’m going to take a quick shower.” Darien grabbed him, pulling him close, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. “You are so hot.”

“I feel much better now.”

“Good. Just relax until I come.” Darien undressed and showered, then dried himself. He was so excited to make love to Baran. He took two condoms and a bottle of lube with him to the bedroom and set them on the nightstand.

“Face down, love.” Darien stood over him and watched him turn over.

Darien climbed onto the bed between Baran’s legs. He ran his hand along his buttocks and rubbed his body. For several minutes, Darien worked over his ass, alternating between pinching, light spanking, and massaging his cheeks. Baran relaxed under his touch.

“I’m going to make love to you now,” Darien said.

Darien smeared lube on the crease of Baran’s ass, then twisted his finger inside his hole. He gently circled and inserted another finger. After a few minutes spent stretching Baran, Darien put on a condom and slowly pressed his cock into Baran’s tight opening, hard and deep.

“Do you need more lube, boy?”

“No. Fuck me…please. Fuck me hard,” Baran pleaded.

“You got it.” Darien pulled his cock out and added more lube inside Baran and onto his condom to be on the safe side.

Darien held Baran’s hips so his ass stuck up in the air. He aimed his cock into Baran’s hole again. So smooth. He’s perfect for me.

“Feel good?”

“Yes, Daddy Darien.”

Hearing Baran calling him “Daddy Darien” turned him on even more than he already was. Darien snapped his hips harder, making Baran pant and sweat.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Baran moaned, pushing his ass back to meet him.

Darien growled, slamming into him. “Don’t move, boy,” he demanded. He needed to make sure Baran followed directions. Moving around could cause his boy pain or injury. He moved Baran tohis side.

Baran moaned nonstop when Darien stroked his erection. His balls were throbbing. He seemed to like it. He really likes it.

“I love your sweet ass, ”Darien moaned.

Darien increased his pace, forcing Baran to jolt forward from his thrusts. Baran grunted with pleasure when Darien hit his prostate. He loved fucking Baran, making him feel good. Baran deserved to enjoy sex.

“Again, there, Daddy Darien,” Baran panted.

Darien hit Baran’s prostate dead on again. “There you go, my pretty boy. Do you like that?”

Baran nodded frantically, releasing broken moans and panting heavily. He arched his back and blasted his cum into Darien’s hand. Darien groaned loudly when Baran’s muscles tightened and milked his stiff member.

“Fuck, boy,” he growled, flooding the condom.

Baran let out a low, mournful groan as Darien came.

“I want to stay inside of you forever,” Darien said.

“Stay inside. It’s hard for me to trust and let you take over, but I’m going to try my best.”

“I know you will. Let me know immediately any time you’re upset.”

“I will.”

He wrapped his arms around Baran and turned him to face him, gripping him. After a while, they went to the bathroom. Darien cleaned Baran and himself with a washcloth. They washed their hands together. Then he leaned over and kissed Baran. ?

Darien and Baran returned to the bedroom, surrounded by the peaceful ambiance of the room after making love. Baran settled on the bed while Darien stopped at the bookshelf in the reading nook, pulling out and looking at a few titles. “So, what do you feel like reading tonight?” he asked.

Baran looked over the selection, considering his options. “How about something light and cozy? Maybe a classic novel or a collection of short stories?”

Darien nodded, thumbing through the books. “I have just the thing.” He pulled out a beautifully bound edition of A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. “How about this? It’s perfect for the season and has a heartwarming message.”

Baran’s face lit up with excitement. “That sounds perfect. I’ve always wanted to read it.”

Darien smiled, opening the book to the first page. “Then let’s get started.”

They settled in, Darien beginning to read aloud, his voice filling the room with the timeless tale of Ebenezer Scrooge and the spirits of Christmas. As Darien read, he felt a deep sense of contentment, knowing that he was building a future filled with love, trust, and shared moments like this one.