24. Sam

It'd been a month since Cameron and I had first spent the night together, and I couldn't remember a time I'd ever been happier. Our first date—a unique night out at an LGBTQ+-run five-star dining experience in an abandoned warehouse complete with white linens, dainty china, and neon graffiti adorning the walls and shown off by blacklight—was incredible. The couple who curated the experience was made up of an older, gorgeous Black woman in a prim, light-colored pantsuit—our host—and her tattooed, pierced, much younger girl, who served us as the indomitable chef. They'd been a delight, and I'd loved the way Cameron's entire face had lit up as course after delicious course tantalized our taste buds.

I'd stayed over at his place all weekend after that, and we'd barely spent a day apart since.

On this particular Friday night, we'd taken in the latest gay romcom at the theater—not my most inventive date, I'd admit—and were headed back to his house. We spent most nights there, and I had a drawer in his dresser and room for my toiletries in the medicine cabinet. We'd taken to working from home together the past two Fridays, like we'd done today, and had started doing yoga together last weekend.

I even kept my favorite stuffed animal, a brown bear covered in the softest fabric known to man, on his bed. We'd found Prickles cuddled up next to Barnaby once or twice, and Cameron had had legitimate hearts in his eyes at the sight. And okay, I could admit it was quite adorable, even though that cat wouldn't come within ten feet of me. But that was okay. We had an unspoken coexistence treaty, and I wasn't going to be the one to break it.

Tonight, I wanted to go deeper with Cameron. Despite our Daddy/boy dynamic in bed, I sensed he wanted—needed—more. This past month had been bliss, but it was time to take this to the next level. I would be remiss as his Daddy if we didn't.

Though that didn't mean we couldn't have a little post-date fun on the way home. Grinning at my diabolical plan, one I was sure he'd both love and hate, I turned to him. "We have about twenty minutes until we're home. Want to play a game?"

Cameron shuddered. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good." My hands gripped the wheel as I stopped at a red light just before the interstate on-ramp, then I reached behind me for a blanket I always had stashed on the backseat in the winter months, just in case. "Then cover yourself with this, take that sexy dick out, and edge yourself until we get home. And you already know not to come without permission, right, boy?"

His eyes widened. "Of course."

"Good." The light turned green, so I went through the intersection and merged onto the interstate as his hand started moving beneath the blanket.

My stomach clenched in anticipation before I added the best part, keeping my eyes on the road. "Oh, and Cameron? Every time you're close, I want you to beg for it, beg to come. Just so I can tell you no."

"Fuck," he growled out then got to work.

***

Hearing Cameron edge himself over and over was the best kind of reward. And when he begged for it? My inner sadist stood up and cheered. I relished telling him no every time, delighted in the strain in his body, the agony in his expression as he squeezed his cock to stave off his orgasm.

As he played with himself, I detailed all the things I was going to do to him this weekend. It wasn't an exhaustive list because I still wanted him to be surprised, but watching his pained expressions had my dick hard the entire ride.

"Daddy? Please, can I come for you?" Cameron was breathless, and I shifted in my seat, reaching down to adjust my dick. "I've been such a good boy—please?"

My eyes slid shut for just a moment as I soaked in his begging. I'd wished for this for so long, and I hadn't even known it. This was what was missing from my past relationships. "No, boy, you know you're not allowed to come. Pinch it for me, boy. Make it hurt. Stop yourself from coming all over my car."

Cameron whimpered then cried out, the sound delicious. He must've followed directions, but then I knew he would. He was the sweetest boy, never really a brat—though I suspected he could be if he wanted to.

I slowed as I reached his subdivision, hoping to coax one more almost-orgasm from him before we got home.

The car was inching toward his driveway when I heard his breathing pick up again. I loved how I could tell when he was close. "Daddy! Please! I need to come so bad. Please, can I come? I'll suck you off, warm your cock, wear your plug, walk around naked all weekend if you'll just let me come!"

My eyebrows shot up. This was new. Creative Cameron was giving me all kinds of villainous ideas, some of which we hadn't tried yet. "Oh, baby, we're doing all of that very soon." I paused for effect as he started moaning. "But no."

"Daddy!" he cried, sobbing now. "You're evil."

I pulled into his driveway with a grin that confirmed his assertion. "True." When I put the car in park, I slowly turned to him, taking a breath to draw it out as his hand moved under the blanket. "Show me, baby."

He whimpered then slid the blanket across his lap, moaning as he did. I was glad for the wool blanket, knowing the rough material had worked him up and made him more sensitive. His discomfort was delicious.

Once his lap was revealed, I sucked in a breath. His t-dick was swollen and hard, red and angry, and the sight of his fingers curved around it, rubbing it up and down—much more slowly than I would have—had me indescribably hard.

"Shit, Cameron. You're so fucking hot."

He let out a sob. "Please, Daddy, can I stop? We're home. Please." Tears streamed down his face, and they were beautiful.

I finally took pity on him, growling out in my best Daddy voice. "Stop, boy."

Cameron's hand flew to his knee and he collapsed in his seat, held in place by his belt alone. He was shaking from his sobs, and I quickly leaned over him to remove his seatbelt. Worried I'd worn the boy out, I gently tucked his distended dick back into his pants and zipped them up the best I could, careful to avoid getting the zipper caught.

When I was done, I leaned over to kiss the top of his head. "Stay there, baby."

He gave a slight nod I almost missed, then I flew from the car and over to his side to help him out. He stumbled to the door, but my arm around him kept him upright until he could unlock the front door and I could lead him inside.

Once in his own space, Cameron straightened, just a little. He still appeared to be worn out, but I knew he was recovering. Maybe that hadn't been the best plan—maybe he'd be too exhausted to do anything else tonight—but it sure was fun.

My arm still around his waist, we ventured to the couch and sat down. He winced slightly, reminding me of our impact play adventure before we left for the theater. I loved that spankings had become a regular thing with us. And that he had been asking for them often.

"Can I get you a water, baby?"

The appreciation in his eyes warmed my insides. "That sounds amazing, thank you. But I can get it."

He moved to stand, but I put my hand on his arm. "Stay, Cameron. Lean back, relax. I just put you through a lot."

He slouched back against the couch and sighed. "You sure as hell did. How the fuck was that so hot?"

I snickered as I ventured into the kitchen, grabbing his half-full bottle from the fridge and bringing it to him. I sat down beside him as he hurried to open it and chugged it down. "I think it's you. Us. We're just that hot for each other."

He grinned as he swallowed the last of the water. "Damn straight."

The water must've revived him, because color was already returning to his face, and his eyes were sparkling. "Feel better, boy?"

He nodded. "Yes, Daddy, thank you."

I reached for him, pulling him in for a hug as I considered the perfect segue he'd just given me. Our online relationship had consisted of more than just me ordering him around in bed—we'd explored much more of the dynamic outside of our scenes, and I wanted that back. I wanted it in real life, too, and I knew he did as well. So after holding him for several long seconds, I pulled back. "Okay, so I already know a lot of your kinks, since we've explored a lot of them together."

He nodded, cheeks pinking adorably.

"And I've been your Daddy for a while now, though in name only, really. I've been doing some more research, and I know a Daddy/boy relationship can be so much more than that. Would you be interested in more?"

His grin lit up my insides. "Oh, yes, Daddy."

I returned his smile. "What else would you want from your Daddy?"

He hesitated, staring off into space. I could tell he was thinking about it intently, and I appreciated he was taking this seriously. When he was ready, he spoke. "I like having rules, rules my Daddy makes for me and ensures I follow." His blush darkened, and it was adorable. "Though I'd like to have a talk about possible punishments sometime. Spankings are amazing, but I think I like those as rewards, not as a consequence for breaking a rule."

I chuckled, scrubbing my stubbled jaw. "Agreed. You like them too much to be true punishments, anyway."

He grinned. "Exactly. Punishments probably shouldn't be fun, and they should probably be painful in a way I don't like."

I nodded. "I agree. Though I'd never want to truly hurt you, Cameron."

His hand reached for mine again, his thumb caressing the back. "I know that, Sam. I trust you. I think I have from the very beginning." He frowned again. "Is that wrong?"

"Not at all, baby." I reached up to cup his jaw again, pressing a kiss to the opposite cheek. "I think it's very right."