Chapter Eighteen

Jasha

J asha playfully discarded his clothes and skipped towards the bathroom. Daddy Kaleb was a good person on his way to becoming a better one. As Frankie had mentioned, Daddy Kaleb and Arlo were involved in the risky business of lending money to Russian immigrants. As he approached the tub, he was greeted by a mountain of bubbles forming fluffy white peaks, and a small fleet of yellow rubber duckies bobbing happily. When Jasha saw the tub, he couldn’t contain his excitement and let out a loud squeal.

“You can get in there now.” Gently, Daddy Kaleb guided Jasha into the luxurious bubble bath, filled with fragrant oils.

There was a scratch at the bedroom door and a loud meow. “That’s Daisy. She wants in.”

“I’ll get her.” Daddy Kaleb left Jasha and returned carrying Daisy. She jumped onto the counter and purred while watching Jasha playing with the duckies in the tub.

“Do you like the duckies?”

“I love them. It’s so relaxing here. I wish you’d come in.”

“Are you ready to feel good?”

“Yes, please make me feel good.”

Daddy Kaleb set the mood by lighting several green, scented candles, filling the room with a calming aroma. As he turned off the ceiling light, the soothing sounds of soft music started playing from his phone.

“Stand up, because I’m coming in,” Daddy Kaleb said. “Then you can sit between my legs.” He stepped into the bubble bath and sat with his legs widened.

Jasha couldn’t hold in his excitement when Daddy Kaleb hopped into the tub with him. As they settled into the warm, bubbly water, they couldn’t help but giggle and splash each other.

Jasha eased himself between Daddy Kaleb’s legs, feeling his arms wrap around him. The warm, soothing bubbles appeared like rainbow pearls when the candlelight hit them.

“I love being this close to you.” Daddy Kaleb kissed the top of his head.

Jasha turned his head and said, “I love it too. You make me feel safe when you’re around me.” Jasha closed his eyes, listening to the music and breathing in the pine scented candles as Daddy Kaleb carefully washed his back with a cloth.

“I don’t want to ruin your Christmas.” Jasha lowered his head.

“You’re not ruining anything,” Daddy Kaleb whispered in his ear.

“I’m sorry I keep accusing you of things about my father. I just miss him. He’s all I have.”

“I know you miss your father, but you have all of us now.”

“Thank you. I feel like everyone likes me here.”

“They do. I think you enjoy being with us. I see how you look at me, and I know you want to be with me now. In the beginning, you were angry. I messed everything up at the start, but I’m working on fixing things for us.”

Jasha leaned back onto Daddy Kaleb’s chest, feeling the warmth of their closeness. “I want us to work out. It just gets crazy when I think about my father and what he would say about us.”

“You’ve done nothing wrong. My beef is with your father, not you. I want you to tell me how you feel, and together we’ll work it out.”

“You don’t think I did anything wrong? I feel disloyal to my father.”

Daddy Kaleb leaned down and planted a kiss on Jasha’s cheek. “Maybe we should talk about what I expect from you as my boy. I don’t want you feeling disloyal or upset.”

“That sounds good.”

“You look beautiful. And what is that sticking out of the bubbles?” Daddy Kaleb smiled at Jasha’s visible erection.

Jasha’s giggles echoed through the bathroom, reminiscent of a mischievous schoolboy.

Daddy Kaleb slipped his hand around Jasha’s erection. He fisted his cock with a slow motion, gradually building the intensity.

“That feels so good.”

“You’re such a hot boy.”

Jasha leaned back into Daddy Kaleb. He tightened his arms around Jasha as if he would never let him go and continued to move his fist up and down.

“Ah… Don’t stop… Ah…” Jasha moaned.

“I’m not going to stop, my little prince.” Daddy Kaleb’s hand wandered to his slippery backside, squeezing, and slipping one soapy finger deep inside his wet hole. His other hand lingered on his cockhead, slowly stroking, driving Jasha wild with need.

“I’m going to come.” Jasha’s eyes focused on his erection, covered by Daddy Kaleb’s hand.

“I can feel you’re so close.”

“Ah…feels so good.”

Daddy Kaleb’s finger in his hole continued sliding in and out rapidly while he stroked Jasha’s erection.

“Ah… I’m going to come from your finger,” Jasha said.

“Come, Jasha.” Daddy Kaleb stuck two more fingers into his ass in a delightful way.

Jasha’s balls tightened, his load traveling up his shaft before he realized it. He exploded and sprayed cum on the tile in multiple spurts. He closed his eyes, enjoying every moment of his orgasm. Daddy Kaleb held Jasha in his arms for a long time, then stood and rinsed them both off. He wrapped a towel around Jasha and dried his hair, then Jasha dashed to the bed and burrowed himself under the soft inviting covers.

After Daddy Kaleb toweled himself, he ensured they each had a bottle of water within reach before he slipped into bed beside Jasha.

“That was the best bubble bath.” Jasha rolled over and kissed Daddy Kaleb.

“I’m glad. We’ll do more of them together. I like bubble baths too.”

“Tell me what your expectations of me as your boy are.”

“I wrote them down for you.” He leaned into a drawer and pulled out a piece of notepaper. “I have five things I’d like from my Jasha. Ask if you don’t understand.” He handed Jasha the paper.

Jasha read Daddy Kaleb’s expectations as his boy.

“One: Be loyal to you, me, and us.

Two: Be honest.

Three: Don’t let anyone else touch you.

Four: Tell me how you are feeling.

Five: Accept your punishments.”

“Excellent. Do you have questions?”

“What if I break one?” Jasha asked.

“The consequences may include: a spanking over the knee in the attic when we’re here, or time out, or writing sentences, or providing special services for Daddy Kaleb. Are you comfortable with these consequences?”

“Yes, I’d like to know more about ‘providing special services’ for you.”

“I bet you would. You’ll find out later.”

“Are we going to watch our Christmas movie?”

“Yes, let me get the remote. Grab another pair of pajamas then come back to bed. Mr. Wells put your clothes on the left side of the dresser and there is an area inside the closet.”

“Thanks.” Jasha opened two drawers before he found another new pair of pajamas. These had Christmas kitties. “Where did these pajamas come from?”

“I ordered them online for you. I know you’re going to need more clothes than you packed. I’ll take care of that for you since the clothes you left behind are gone.”

“Are you going to take me shopping or will you assign Mr. Wells?”

“I’m going to take you shopping here and in New York. We’ll have lunch out too.”

Once Jasha was in bed in his new pajamas, Daddy Kaleb handed him his butt plug. “I want you to wear this at night.”

“Right now?”

“Get out of bed. Pull your bottoms down and bend over the chair.” He pointed to the chair nearest to the bed.

Jasha climbed out of bed and made his way to the chair. With a quick motion, he pushed his pajama bottoms down and leaned over the chair. Meanwhile, Daddy Kaleb meticulously coated both the plug and his fingers with lube. He walked over to him, the sound of his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet, and carefully applied lube to Jasha’s opening. With a gentle touch, he eased the plug inside.

“Have you worn one overnight before?”

“Yes, Daddy Kaleb.” Jasha never would have imagined Daddy Kaleb being so gentle with him. He was one of the best daddies he’d had known, except for the day he’d held a gun to his father’s head.