Chapter 14 Miguel

Miguel couldn't tear his gaze away from the mirrored walls reflecting an endless loop of him and Daddy Shamus entwined. This hideaway hotel was a masterpiece of luxury—a private balcony overlooking Toms River and a bathroom with a freestanding marble tub big enough for two, all completely lost on Miguel.

Daddy Shamus, ever perceptive, placed a hand on Miguel's shoulder. His touch was a warm anchor in the storm of emotions.

"Miguel, what's wrong?"

Miguel flinched, the city lights blurring as he closed his eyes. "It's nothing," he mumbled, the lie thick on his tongue.

Daddy Shamus wasn't buying it. "Come on, love," he coaxed. "We just saw Bently. You can't pretend it didn't affect you."

Miguel clenched his fists. The memory of seeing his ex-daddy replayed in his mind. Miguel wanted to demand answers, to shatter Bently's carefully constructed facade. Shame burned in his throat, a reminder of the na?ve fool he'd been.

He let out a ragged breath. "It's just…seeing him again. All those memories. It makes me feel…" Shame choked off the rest of the words.

Daddy Shamus rubbed Miguel's back, his touch conveying a silent understanding. "Angry?" he asked.

Miguel nodded, surprised by the raw honesty that escaped him. "Angry he hurt me. Angry that he gets to walk around like nothing happened. Angry that…" His voice trailed off.

"So, I take it you're still bothered by him, huh?" Daddy Shamus asked.

Miguel let out a frustrated huff. "How could I not be? Seeing him after all this time…it was like a punch in the gut."

"Are your feelings unsettled?"

Miguel's head snapped up, his eyes searching Daddy Shamus's face. Shame turned into a flicker of vulnerability. "Maybe," he admitted. The very last thing on Miguel's mind was exposing Daddy Shamus to the raw feelings he harbored for Bently. His goal was to begin anew, leaving behind any lingering pain from the past. Daddy Shamus shouldn't have to deal with this. He was afraid that if he showed all his wounded feelings, he might end up hurting Daddy Shamus.

Daddy Shamus smiled, a soft, understanding curve to his lips. "It's normal, Miguel. You invested two years in that relationship. It takes time to heal."

Miguel leaned into Daddy Shamus's touch, a wave of relief washing over him. Although he felt upset, it was comforting to know he had someone at his side and wasn't alone. Here, in this expensive hotel room, surrounded by luxury, he'd found something far more valuable—a love that felt safe, supportive, and true.

"How about a nice bubble bath?" Daddy Shamus asked.

"Where are you going to get a bottle of bubble bath?"

"I saw bubble bath packets when I checked out the bathroom. We can both fit in the tub."

Miguel nodded. "Sounds relaxing."

Daddy Shamus led Miguel into the enormous bathroom. He ran hot water into the oversized tub, opened two packets of bubble bath, emptied them into the water, then set the used packets into the trash can.

"It smells so nice in here," Miguel broke the silence.

Daddy Shamus helped remove Miguel's clothes. He stood back, admiring his naked body.

"The bubbles are scented with lavender to help you sleep." He removed his own clothes and set them on the counter. He used his phone to play relaxing music. There was one candle on the counter and Daddy Shamus lit it and lowered the lights. When the water filled the tub, Daddy Shamus turned it off.

Miguel couldn't remember anyone ever running a bubble bath for him since he was a child. Bently wasn't much for baths of any sort. He was more of a massage salon type and often had taken Miguel to get massages.

"I'm going to get in first, then you can sit between my legs, love." Daddy Shamus stepped into the bubble bath and sat with his legs widened.

Miguel was surprised to discover Daddy Shamus had ginger hair in places he never knew could be ginger, like his pubic area. Never had he seen a man as beautiful as the one before him.

"You can get in, sweetie."

Miguel eased himself into the warm bubble bath between Daddy Shamus's legs, feeling the soothing water envelop his body. The warm, soothing bubbles were pearly pink, blasting rainbow colors when the light hit them.

"Are you comfortable?"

Miguel turned his head and said, "Very. I could stay like this all night."

Miguel closed his eyes, listening to the music and breathing in the lavender aroma as Daddy Shamus carefully washed his back with a cloth.

"I'm sorry." Miguel lowered his head.

"For what, my love?" Daddy Shamus whispered in his ear.

"For dragging you through my mess. I tried to get him out of there before you showed up."

"There is absolutely no need for an apology."

Miguel leaned back onto Daddy Shamus's chest, finding comfort and support in his embrace.

"You did nothing wrong. If you want, we can discuss what I expect from you, so you won't say you're sorry for something I want you to say or do."

"In bed?"

Daddy Shamus leaned down and planted a kiss on Miguel's cheek. "Yes, we can talk in bed, pretty boy."

"You're so good to me. Thanks."

"I care about you, and I want you to feel safe and peaceful."

"I've never felt so deeply cared for."

"I have just what you need right here." He pulled Miguel closer, wrapping his arms tightly around him.

"What can I offer you?"

"Allowing me to be here for you, nurturing and supporting you."

"It seems like you don't get enough."

"I get what I need from you, sweetie.

Miguel could have stayed in the bathtub forever.

"You look beautiful. And what is that sticking out of the bubbles?"

Daddy Shamus smiled at Miguel's erection standing above the bubbles. Miguel giggled.

Daddy Shamus slipped his hand around Miguel's erection. He fisted his cock with a slow motion, gradually building the intensity.

"I feel like a prince in here."

"You're my little prince."

Miguel leaned back into Daddy Shamus.

Daddy Shamus tightened his arms around Miguel as if he would never let him go and continued to move his fist up and down.

"Ah…Don't stop…Ah…" Miguel moaned.

"I'm not going to stop, love." Daddy Shamus'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 Miguel wild with need.

"I'm going to come."

"Not yet," Daddy Shamus said.

Miguel's eyes focused on his own erection covered by Daddy Shamus's hand.

"I'm going to enjoy bringing your hard dick so close to coming, then denying you your orgasm, because I want it to be so good for you."

"Ah…please…let me come," Miguel pleaded. The finger in his hole continued sliding in and out rapidly while he stroked Miguel's throbbing erection.

"Ah…I'm going to come from your finger," Miguel said.

"Come, Miguel." Daddy Shamus stuck two more fingers into his ass in a delightful way.

Miguel'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 Shamus held Miguel in his arms for a long time, then stood and rinsed them both off with the shower. He wrapped a towel around Miguel and dried his hair, then Miguel dashed to the bed and burrowed himself under the soft, inviting covers.

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

"That was the best bubble bath."

"I'm glad. We'll do more of them together. I enjoy being close to you."

"I'm very lucky to have you in my life."

Daddy Shamus pulled Miguel closer to him. "I'm very lucky too."

"So, are you going to tell me the rules and consequences?"

"Yes, we should talk about that. I have ten rules. If any of them make you feel uncomfortable, I'll pull them. Okay?"

Miguel nodded.

"Here are the rules for my Miguel:

One: Don't argue with Daddy Shamus.

Two: Listen to Daddy Shamus and follow his instructions.

Three: Always be honest.

Four: Tell Daddy Shamus how you are feeling.

Five: Only say good things about yourself.

Six: Don't harm your body.

Seven: Accept the punishments you are given.

Eight: Always tell Daddy Shamus if someone or something bothers you.

Nine: Don't let anyone else touch you.

Ten: Answer Daddy Shamus's text within ten minutes."

"Those are excellent rules. What if I break one?" Miguel asked.

"The consequences may include a spanking over the knee, time out, writing sentences, or providing special services for Daddy Shamus. Are you comfortable with these consequences?"

"Yes, I'd like to know more about providing special services for you."

"I bet you would."

"There's a beach welcoming party for my new job tomorrow. It's at noon. Would you like to go with me?"

"I need to meet my supplier. I'll be free around an hour after."

"After the party, I'm going to watch Darren operate the roller coaster. You could meet me there. I'll call you when I leave the party."

"Sounds good. In the morning, I'm going to book this room for another night. We deserve it."

"Thanks. Can I give you a special service now?"

"And what would that be?"

"Something good." Miguel moved his head to Daddy Shamus's belly button.

Miguel used his hands to tease Daddy Shamus's balls. His tongue swirled around Daddy Shamus's large cockhead, and he dug his tongue inside the slit. He hammered it in and out with deep, slow strokes and then sucked the shaft up and down. He licked and sucked Daddy Shamus's balls. Then Miguel swallowed the juicy head again.

"Oh…you're so damn good, love."

Daddy Shamus gripped Miguel's head and controlled the speed and depth of Miguel's rhythm. His body shuddered, and his balls drew up high and tight as Miguel played with them. Miguel could tell Daddy Shamus was close to feeding him. He wanted to give him pleasure and make sure he knew how much it meant that he was there for him. Together, they could do anything.

Daddy Shamus moaned as he blasted his cum down Miguel's throat. Miguel licked him clean. They held on to each other as Daddy Shamus planted gentle kisses on Miguel's forehead, nose, and cheeks. After a while, Daddy Shamus rose and proceeded to the bathroom to freshen up.

When he returned, Miguel sat up and wanted to talk more.

"I think you should meet with Bently and tell him how you feel. Return the rings."

"Do you really think that's a good idea?"

"I think you need to tell him you don't want to date him."

"Where should I meet him?"

"Meet at the bench in front of the hotel. I'll be nearby watching to make sure you're okay. He won't see me."

"Okay. I'll message him in the morning." Miguel wasn't thrilled with the idea, but maybe it would end the pain and confusion he'd been battling since he Bently's return.

"Let me know when. I'll be around." He scooped Miguel into his arms.