12. Rafa

Chapter 12

Rafa

I love being a personal trainer, but sometimes I just need to work out on my own.

I guess one of the benefits of having my own triple-story penthouse is that I have the space for my own fully equipped gym at home.

‘ Fuccccccck , push it,’ I say, squeezing out one more rep on the military press. ‘You’ve got thissssssssss .’

I grunt and manage to get the 100KG barbell into the fully extended position over my head. It’s another personal best for me, and I waste no time in re-racking the heavy weight.

‘Damn, I’m good,’ I say, taking a moment to check myself out in the full-length mirror on the wall.

I’m wearing nothing but a pair of tight black briefs – another benefit of having your own gym, I guess.

The only dress code in the Rafa Soleil private gym is that your shorts need to be seriously short, and t-shirts are very much frowned upon!

With the music pumping and the sun shining through the large windows, I’ve got a real sense of accomplishment after setting a new personal best..

That’s what’s so good about working out – even when not everything in your life is perfect, you know that you’ve always got something to fall back on that makes you feel better about yourself.

Of course, I’d much rather be working out with Aaron.

I didn’t hear from my baby boy all night.

I’m not worried or paranoid about him being with anyone else, I know deep in my heart that this isn’t anything like that at all.

Aaron’s a good boy.

I’ve spent time with boy’s who cheat, and Aaron definitely isn’t like any of them, that much is totally obvious to me.

But that doesn’t mean that I’m not still worried about him.

I know Aaron is going through something at work that’s causing him stress and all I want is for him to work it out. I think I could help him do it, but I don’t want to cross any boundaries.

Aaron’s in his forties, he’s accomplished at what he does.

If the boy wants my help, he’ll ask me.

But now it’s time to hit the shower, wash, and see what the day has in store for me…

Shower – done.

Clothes – on.

Cell phone – wait, where the hell is it?

After rummaging around in my bedroom, I find my phone over on the other side of the room, near the window.

‘ Huh , looks like Kyle had a good time…’ I chuckle, swiping through some photos he drunk-posted to social media. ‘I’ve never seen so many boys squeezed into a single photo before.’

But then, I see it.

Aaron has messaged me.

Must have been half an hour ago while I was deep in my workout….

Aaron: Daddy… I need your help. I don’t know what to do. My boss is being a real meanie and trying to pressure me into doing the deal. It’s almost like he’s threatening me. I think I can do the Debussy deal but something’s not quite right and I don’t know how I’m going to complete it today! I know I ran off and haven’t been in touch, but… I need my Daddy. Your baby boy, XoXo

Okay, this is all I need to hear.

Phone down and clothes on – it’s time to head over to my boy’s office and help Aaron show the business world that he’s the smartest, most capable Little in the whole God damn industry.

Holy shit, this traffic is insane.

I guess it’s too bad that I don’t give a crap about the rules of the road when it comes to reaching my boy.

I’m doing whatever it takes to negotiate these busy roads and get to Aaron.

Sidewalk’s clear… I’m weaving up onto it and back down onto the road.

Light is red… I’m jumping it.

Delivery truck going too slow… I’m dropping the Porsche down into third gear and accelerating past the truck like I’m an Uber driver on his final ride of the night.

‘Okay, where is Aaron’s place?’ I say as I get the notification to say that I’m in the area. I scan nearby and there’s nowhere to park. ‘No parking? No problem.’

I bring the Porsche to a screeching halt directly outside the office.

The security guy looks a mixture of angry, confused, and even a little turned on as I jump out of the car and make my excuses…

‘Sir, I have a baby boy who needs my help,’ I shout. ‘Tow the car, trash it, whatever you feel the need to do. But Aaron needs me to be his Daddy right now!’

I approach the reception desk and ask where Aaron’s office is.

One quick autograph and selfie with the receptionist later, and I’m striding through the office floor and making a beeline to Aaron’s office door.

‘Daddy!’ Aaron says, his mouth open in shock as he sees me stride into his space and shut the door behind me. ‘I didn’t think you were coming.’

‘I was always coming, I just needed you to ask,’ I reply, my heart beating hard and every inch of my body feeling like a Daddy. ‘Now strip down to your briefs and come for a cuddle with your Daddy. We’ll work this thing out together.’

‘But-’

‘No buts, this is Daddy’s orders,’ I say, turning and shutting the blinds to Aaron’s office walls. ‘You’ll strip and then you’ll climb up on me.’

I remove my t-shirt so that we can have skin to skin contact.

Aaron’s soft, squidgy body looks perfect as he walks over toward me and I lift him up in my arms and take him over toward the snug armchair in the corner of the office.

‘Suck on my nipple,’ I say, my voice full of love but stern enough so that Aaron knows it’s not a request. ‘I’m going to talk you through this. I know how to get this deal done. And I know how you’re going to put that dork of a boss in his place too.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ Aaron says, his sweet eyes looking up to me as he latches his perfect lips around my left nipple and begins to gently suckle.

Before I begin explaining to Aaron exactly what he needs to do, I just let him enjoy the moment.

I feel my nipple tingle as my baby boy sweetly suckles – and I can tell by the happy, nipple-drunk look on his face that Aaron is finding this soothing too.

I knew this was what the boy needed.

And I know too in my heart of hearts that he’s got everything it takes to resolve this work situation.

But there’s plenty of time for all that.

Right now, I’m happy that the best course of action is to let my baby boy continue sucking on me and finding a peaceful, contented state of mind.

And once he’s done that? Only then will it be time to kick some corporate ass.

‘I think that’s enough,’ I say, noting that Aaron has relaxed so much from sucking on my nipples that he’s now sporting a brief-busting erection.

‘ Hehe , it feels so good,’ Aaron replies, opening his eyes and staring up at me. ‘Maybe you could help me with my Little boner?’

‘Maybe. But not right now,’ I reply. ‘It’s time for you to be the best boy you can be and get on the phone to Frank Debussy.’

‘ Huh ? Now? Like this ?’ Aaron replies, a look of shock on his face.

‘Yup,’ I reply. ‘You heard me. I want you to pick up that damn phone and call him. You’ll tell him that the deal is being signed within the next ten minutes or it’s not happening. He needs you more than you need him. It’s about time he understood that.’

‘Daddy, I think I can do this,’ Aaron says, a quiet confidence in his voice.

‘No – I know you can,’ I reply. ‘Make me the proudest young Daddy in all of New York. You’ve got this. This match is one that you’re going to win. Trust me on that.’

‘But… what reward will I get if I do get the deal done?’ Aaron says, a mischievous grin on his face. ‘I mean, outside of work…’

I know what the boy wants to hear.

And I know exactly what I’m going to do to him back at home when he gets this deal done.

I’m going to give him the hardest, most full-on, deepest, most intense fuck that he could ever imagine.

But if the boy thinks I’m going to tell him that, he can think again.

‘You’ll do as your Daddy tells you,’ I reply, my voice gruff and stern. ‘Any rewards will be considered after you seal the deal.’

‘Okay, Daddy, you win,’ Aaron says, hopping off my lap with a spring in his step. ‘It’s time to put my clothes on, be a big boy, and show Debussy exactly what I’m made of.’

I smile and pat Aaron on his big, juicy butt.

I may not have told him, but I’m going to get those cheeks clapping harder than he ever knew was possible.

Once this deal is done, I’m taking the boy home with me – and we’re not leaving the bedroom until I’ve given him the biggest, most satisfying ploughing that he could ever dream of.

But before all that, the boy needs to pick up the phone and show this Frank Debussy character who the smartest, most business-brained baby boy in the city really is.

And I just need to hope that my limited edition Porsche hasn’t already been taken to the car compound across town!