Chapter 23

Alick

"I love you too, Daddy." I couldn't get more words out. I wanted to but they got stuck behind the lump in my throat.

"I can feel that, baby boy." Giving me another wonderfully squishable hug, Daddy relaxed his hold after a moment and went back to rubbing my butt. "I can feel love and need and worry, but that's okay. We're not in a rush. We'll tackle things one at a time, and all you need to remember is that your Daddy is very patient."

"And kinda devious." My ridiculous response made him chuckle and I could feel the laughter through his body and our bond. "Daddy, you're not supposed to make me feel guilty by being sweet."

"Bullshit." Daddy snorted after giving me his favorite curse word. "That's what Daddies are supposed to do. We push until our little realizes that we're not going to let them hide from what they want."

Ugh.

"Sometimes I wish you were stupid." Not all the time…just sometimes.

He thought that was funny too, but he also popped my bottom, making me squeak. "Did I tell you that I'm patient? Oh, and did I mention I already peed and had coffee?"

Groaning again, I could feel his conviction and something that felt very earnest. "Yes, Daddy. You mentioned that."

And I knew he meant it too.

"Tell me…tell me about chasing me again. I liked that story." And being trapped while he told it would make it even better.

"You like naughty bedtime stories, huh? I'm going to remember that." Daddy sounded very pleased with that discovery and something in his voice made me blush. "Oh, you feel so shy but you're really not. You're a naughty boy."

Only sometimes when I forgot to be a worried one.

"Naughty boys have to be punished and put in their place." That really shouldn't have been so erotic but something about Grady's voice alone sent a shiver through me…and that didn't even count what the idea did to me. "They need to remember who they belong to and who controls them."

I tensed and moaned as I felt myself rocking against his hand again. "But…but I'm a good boy."

Wasn't I?

His quiet, disbelieving sound said he wasn't convinced about that either. "Oh, I think you're going to realize what a naughty boy you are once the chase begins."

He was going to chase me.

"I…I'll be scared, Daddy." Yes, that was what I'd feel, right?

"Hmm…I think your heart will be pounding and you'll feel a rush of panic, but then you'll remember who's chasing you and what I'm going to do when I catch you." Daddy made a low, sexy sound and gave my butt a firm smack.

It wasn't hard enough to be a spank, but it was just enough to put thoughts in my head.

Naughty thoughts where I was punished.

Shoot, I wasn't a good boy.

Moaning, I was glad he couldn't see my face but I knew he could feel exactly what the threat did to me. Just the feelings he had to be sensing through the bond would've been enough but there was no way he could ignore—

"Oh, my naughty boy has a stiffy." Making a tsking sound that made it seem like he was shocked or disappointed, he sent crazy emotions and fantasies whirling through me. "You like one thing I'll do to you."

Oh yes.

And he liked it too because I could feel how hard he was pressed against my legs.

"Only wicked boys get stiffies hearing about how they're going to be trapped against a tree and have their bottoms bared for a spanking." Somehow the shocked tone in his voice made it sound even naughtier. "After being chased and stalked, you should be scared and submissive. But you're going to be hard and needy."

He'd really do it.

He'd chase me and spank me.

Shaking, all I could focus on was the fantasy he was spinning and trying to decide if he'd really do it or not.

"Now I just have to decide if I'm going to make my naughty boy run naked or if I'll let him start with his clothes on." Pure erotic pleasure flowed from Grady and I knew he could picture the scene in his head. "Maybe I'll let you start clothed, but every time I catch you, I'll strip one piece off. Then when I let you escape, it'll be even more fun."

I could escape him, couldn't I?

I'd know if he just let me get away, wouldn't I?

"Not…not that, Daddy." Shoot. Why had that come out so whiny? "I can't…I wouldn't…"

Ugh.

"Hmm, is my naughty boy trying to say he doesn't want to run naked?" His thinking sounds just made it all even more insane, and I probably would've exploded right then if he hadn't pinned me in place.

I was stuck.

Shit.

"I'll have to think about it." His hand squeezed the front of my diaper as he hugged me tight again. "I guess it will depend on if I think you want to learn to be a good boy. You'll learn to submit one way or the other, naughty boy."

I'd just forgotten how much water I'd had before bed.

Yes, the scene wasn't so terrifyingly perfect that I'd do anything to be his good boy.

No, it was just an accident.

I wasn't trying to show him what a good submissive I was.

But once I started, I couldn't stop. Bottles before bed were dangerous. How had I forgotten that? How had I forgotten how much I liked feeling safe-trapped? Shoot. I'd put that on my list. How had I forgotten that part too?

And why did that always feel so good?

Physical relief and the emotional kind both seemed to push crazy feel-good chemicals through me and knowing Daddy was keeping me safe and trapped made it all even sharper. I'd never understood why the diapers felt so good and I'd never met the right Doms to help me figure it out.

Well, I'd never met them until I'd met my mate.

When my diaper was full and I felt floaty like a balloon that was barely staying up in the sky, I let out a breath and I could finally feel all the happy emotions Daddy was pushing through the mate bond. He was so good at it and there didn't seem to be any hesitation in showing me what he was feeling.

It was amazing…and pushed me right into subspace.

When the world came back into focus, Daddy was stretched out beside me and I was wrapped up tight in a sheet. He was right there to give me a kiss as I opened my eyes. "There you are. My baby boy was such a good sub."

I'd be embarrassed later, but for the time being, I focused on how happy he was and the pride coming through the bond…and the naughtier emotions he wasn't trying to hide either. The naughty kind were much better than the worry ones, so yes, those were the perfect things to keep my attention on.

"Oh, someone is feeling good too." Daddy's voice was still filled with smiles, but it'd also gotten deeper and was filled with heat. "Yes, I'm so proud of you."

Turning just enough to hide my face, I couldn't decide if I wanted to giggle or blush…so I did both. "You're very…happy, Daddy."

He chuckled but it was a wicked sound, not just a happy one. "I'm very happy, baby boy."

Inching back, he kissed along the side of my face, nuzzling me as he ran his hand over my chest. "Is there anything you need to tell me…maybe something color related?"

"No, Daddy." I was squirmy for several reasons, but I wasn't anywhere near safewording.

"That's what I thought but I wanted to be sure." Daddy hummed as he nuzzled against me again. "I'm going to be careful with my boy even when I'm making him feel naughty or excited."

"Like the chasing." That made me feel all kinds of emotions. "I…I know it's a thing, Daddy. But…but you were serious?"

I couldn't remember exactly how that type of play had been worded on his limits list, but the look on his face said he loved the idea.

"Yes, baby boy." Giving me a kiss on the lips that time, he sat up and started slowly pulling down the sheet he'd snuggled me tight in. "We'll talk about everything first and even see if we need to do another list just for that type of play, but I think it's something we'd both like."

As Daddy shoved the sheet toward the end of the bed, I thought about the primal play instead of him taking off my jammie bottoms. "I…I don't know anyone who's done that, but it's me running and you chasing me, right? That's the basics?"

It was what I'd fantasized about, but I wanted to make sure we were on the same page in reality, not just when it came to dirty talk.

"That was what I was picturing." Daddy answered easily as he sat me up and stripped off my shirt. "There are countless variations, but we just need to pick out the pieces that we like best."

As he laid me back down on the bed, he leaned over and kissed my cheeks before starting to kiss his way lower. "I like the idea of being the monster and chasing you. Do you think you know the yard well enough for that to be safe here?"

Oh wow.

Closing my eyes as his lips kissed one nipple and then the other, I moaned as he went back to the first and started to suck on it. "I…I know the yard. I'd be safe."

I knew the yard like the back of my hand.

"I…and years…it's…" Shit.

His teeth were so distracting.

"Daddy…" My whine only got a chuckle and he nibbled harder, using his teeth to tug on them just enough to have my toes curling in pleasure. "Please…"

What had I been doing?

What was I supposed to say?

My head still wasn't working right but Daddy was amazing. "Do you want to run from the monster, naughty boy?"

Oh, monsters.

Now that he'd primed my brain, I nodded and he went back to nibbling and doing his best to send me flying again. "I…I want to be chased, Daddy. I'm…I'm fast."

I knew the yard.

That had to give me an advantage, right?

His low, wicked laughter said he disagreed, but instead of letting me debate it with him, he started kissing lower. "You'll never be faster than the monster, naughty boy."

And the fact that getting caught was the goal would probably work against me too.

My brain tried to wrap around the idea that the only way to really win was to lose, but the thought got derailed as he nibbled on my belly button. The strange pleasure-filled pain had me squirming and I remembered the diaper just before he pulled at the tapes.

But the rush of cool air on damp skin only made it easier to think about running through the yard. And the easy strength he used to lift my hips and remove the diaper had my mind filling with all the things an inhumanly strong monster could do.

"The monster is going to stalk you and will always be right there behind you in the dark." Daddy knew just how to distract me as I heard another sound…the wipes. "What should the monster do when he catches you?"

My brain tried to worry, but the fantasy of the monster was too distracting. "The monster…the monster could spank me…like you talked about."

We couldn't forget that idea.

He gave a low groan that was filled with pleasure as the wipe stroked over my skin making me suck in a breath. "Yes, the monster should definitely spank his captive."

As he thoroughly cleaned my skin, still making sexy, happy sounds, he wrapped the wipe around my cock and slowly caressed me like he was gently jerking me off. "The monster might like to nibble on his captive. There are wonderful places he'd like to use his teeth and tongue."

I could almost feel the bark against my ass as he sucked me off in the yard and the soft warmth around my dick only made it more vibrant in my head. "What else…what would the monster do, Daddy?"

Spreading my legs wider, he made a low, excited sound and started wiping lower. "The monster would turn his captive around and pin him against the tree. Then he'd claim his captive. How does a monster claim his captive?"

My brain started bouncing around in desire-filled circles like an excited kid who knew the answer on a test. "He fucks his captive, Daddy."

There was definitely only one answer to that question and one answer to the way that scene should end.

Daddy must've loved the plan too because the wipe disappeared and the slick warmth of lotion was wrapped around my cock. It was so good it was almost painful and I moaned as I finally opened my eyes again. Thrusting my hips up to fuck his hand as I whined, I reached out to grab him before I knew what I was doing. "Daddy."

All it took was one tug on his arms for him to make a deep, rumbly noise and he stretched out over me, taking my lips in a long, firm, mouth-fucking kiss. With one hand braced above me and the other still wrapped around my lotion-slicked cock, I was back to feeling wonderfully trapped.

Daddy chuckled against my lips and then shifted his body so he could pin my legs to the bed. As I moaned again, because he'd somehow made it all even better, he released my mouth and smirked, looking pleased as fuck with himself. "Yes, I knew what made my boy feel so good."

He wasn't wrong, but I managed to wrap my arms around his neck and whispered against his lips as I pulled him down for another kiss. "Everything you do makes me feel good."

My mate and I were beyond just compatible when it came to the bedroom…and he always knew a way to make it even better. Releasing my cock for a moment, he had his dick freed before I could whine for more.

As his hand wrapped around both of us, all I could feel was his softness stroking mine and the rough spots on his strong hand sending sparks of pleasure through me. "Daddy…that's…I'm going to…"

I'd been too hard for too long to last, and he was pushing too many incredible sensations through me too fast for me to possibly have any self-control.

"Don't wait, baby boy." Somehow making his hand go faster, he sent my eyes rolling back in my head as he tightened his grip. "Come for me."

The sternly whispered order shattered what was left of my restraint and my orgasm burst out of me like it only answered to him going forward. As my cock pulsed and cum drenched his hand, I fought against the way he had me trapped and that just made everything even more incredible.

I was no match for him.

I couldn't buck him off.

He was utterly and completely in control, and he knew it. That realization sent my mind whirling again as it completely overwhelmed me and shattered my fears. As reality started to fade, I could feel the possessive emotions flooding through the bond as he came, marking me with his cum.

He'd always be stronger.

He'd never think of me as too much to handle.

He'd never question his dominance over me.

"Mine." Growling out the single word, the ownership and love and pleasure that filled the bond sent me flying and everything went dark.