7. Aaron

Chapter 7

Aaron

I don’t think I’ve slept so well in all my adult life – I guess that’s what taking a real Daddy’s dick does to a Little!

Seriously though, last night was something else.

Rafa may still be in his twenties, but he knows exactly what he’s doing. And he knows how to give pleasure to a Little like me too.

The spanking was incredible, and the aftercare was the best I’ve ever experienced too. I could tell that Rafa was doing it because he genuinely wanted to make sure that I felt safe after the punishment and not just because that’s what he felt like he had to do.

The same was true when we had sex.

Some Daddies can act like it’s all about them and their pleasure. I want to be dominated and to submit, but if the Daddy doesn’t care about me at all then that’s not really going to work.

But Rafa…

Rafa was every bit as commanding and dominant as I’d want, but he still made sure to check in with me and see that I was okay and not too overwhelmed. That meant a lot.

Rafa’s ability to be sensitive to my needs without once losing his Daddy Dom appeal was like the perfect recipe for one five-star Daddy Dom cake.

But something tells me that cake isn’t on the menu right now…

‘Boy, we’re doing a morning workout,’ Rafa says as he walks into the bedroom.

I might still be naked underneath the cover, but Rafa is already up and wearing a tight black one-piece leotard. I can see his muscles and a certain big Daddy bulge protruding at the front too.

‘Can we work out in bed?’ I giggle, my eyes unable to look away from the long, thick schlong underneath Rafa’s tight-fitting leotard.

‘Nope, not this time,’ Rafa laughs. ‘We may be… progressing … but I still want to train you. I love your body, but you came to me and said you wanted to get a little bit fitter. I’m going to help you do that. So come on, no time to waste.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ I say, trying to sound enthusiastic as I haul my butt out of bed and put on my yellow briefs.

‘Hey, bring Torben too,’ Rafa says, pointing over at my stuffie. ‘This workout will be tough, but that doesn’t mean stuffies can’t get involved too!’

‘Yay!’ I giggle, grabbing Torben and walking through the penthouse and toward Rafa’s state of the art mini gym.

‘Okay, so nothing too complex,’ Rafa says, getting down on all fours and stretching his butt up into the air. ‘Although if I catch you looking at my steely buns too much, I might have to break the paddle out!’

‘ Nooo !’ I giggle, trying my best to avert my eyes. ‘I promise I’ll try not to look!’

Rafa smiles and helps me get into position.

After a few stretching exercises, Rafa shows me how to use some of the weight machines. Rafa is a good teacher and mixes good humor with clear instructions.

Even if Rafa wasn’t my Daddy, I’d think he was a great personal trainer.

But my only question is why after such a great tennis career and with all his millions in the bank does he feel the need to work as a trainer like this?

‘Surely you could be on a yacht somewhere?’ I say, working my shoulders in a warm down exercise. ‘Or maybe sitting on a beach on your own tropical island?’

‘Ha! I don’t know if I’ve got quite enough money for my own island,’ Rafa says. ‘But to be honest, the reasons I do the training work is nothing to do with the money. Retirement is a lonely place. I’ve got friends, but they all work and have their own passions and careers. Being all alone and without a tennis career, I found myself at a loose end. It wasn’t good. I needed something. And I figured why not put my years of sporting expertise back into the world and help people reach their goals?’

Wow. Just when I thought Rafa couldn’t get any better.

Not only is he kind, handsome and rich but he’s also got a heart of gold.

I know it might sound crazy, but I think I might be falling in love with this man quicker than the time it takes me to demolish the creamiest cake in the store.

Speaking of which, Rafa says he’s got a surprise in store for me…

‘Come on, time for a quick shower,’ Rafa smiled. ‘You did a great job today and burned up a lot of calories. Now it’s time to replenish those calories and have a little treat as a reward for all your work.’

This restaurant is super-nice.

I’ve experienced some nice places through travelling with work, but this is the kind of venue that doesn’t even have a booking system it’s so exclusive.

And the fact that Rafa walked in and got us the perfect table out back in the garden is just incredible.

With raised stone levels and bright flowers amongst the greenery, this is one picturesque setting that could just as easily be in rural Italy as it could be in the middle of a bustling metropolis.

I guess being a retired tennis champ has its perks!

‘Daddy, this food is just next level,’ I say, chomping down on my pasta. ‘I didn’t think I’d beat the tagliatelle I tried in Milan, but this might just do it!’

‘I’m glad you’re enjoying it,’ Rafa says. ‘But tell me more about your work. I want to get to know every part of you. I can’t be a good Daddy unless I know what motivates you, what drives you on at work.’

‘Thank you for asking,’ I giggle. ‘The last thing most people want to talk about is my work. I guess I began to assume that most people just found it really boring.’

‘I ain’t most people,’ Rafa says, a look of total focus on his face. ‘I mean it, I actually want to know every detail.’

I’m a bit taken aback.

But in a good way.

Whether it’s giving me the best aftercare or making sure that I’m feeling all safe and cozy, Rafa really does want to look after me and protect me. Knowing about my work plays into that too. And I love that just because Rafa’s a big tennis champion, it doesn’t mean that his ego won’t let him see beyond himself.

‘Well, I’ve got a big deal with someone called Frank Debussy,’ I say, suddenly feeling ready to unload. ‘It’s a great deal. I worked on the details for so long and everything checks out just right. It’s a great deal for him, and it’s one that works great on my side too. The only problem is I can’t get Debussy to sign off on the deal. I don’t know what it is, but every time I think he’s going to formally accept, something happens and he stalls.’

‘ Hmm , sounds like Frank needs a paddling,’ Rafa says, a broad grin on his face. ‘But seriously, if you know it’s a good deal then I’m sure he’ll come round. Is there another way you could approach him? He might just need one slight nudge in the right direction and that’ll be all it takes.’

‘But…’

‘No buts, you’ve got this,’ Rafa says, his voice firmer now. ‘If Daddy thinks his baby boy can get the deal done, then that’s what’s going to happen. You can do it. I know you can.’

I try to speak but just smile.

It feels good to know that a Daddy like Rafa believes in me.

Some Daddies that I’ve dated in the past have seen my career as a threat to them. They couldn’t have been real Daddies to have an attitude like that. But even though Rafa is young, he’s confident enough in himself to want to see me achieve my career goals.

‘I’ll take that cute smile as a yes, Daddy ,’ Rafa chuckles. ‘Now, you know I mentioned a little sweet treat? Well how about we check out the dessert menu. I know for a fact that the triple-choc cake is something from another planet. But maybe you might like to combine that with some freshly made ice cream?’

‘Daddy, you know the way to my heart,’ I say, finishing off the pasta. ‘But what about my fitness?’

‘You’ve worked hard today, you’ve earned this,’ Rafa replies. ‘Fitness is a long-term thing. I’ll exercise you consistently, don’t you worry about that baby boy. And on that basis, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with eating some of the finest dessert that New York City has to offer…’

With the sun shining over our heads and the plush green of the restaurant garden surrounding us, I think this might just end up being the best lunch date of my entire life.

After lunch was all done, Rafa decided that it would be a good idea to go for a nice walk in the park.

After walking and talking for a while, we found a quiet spot to sit down and unwind.

But I had no idea what Rafa had in store…

‘A bottle? For me?’ I say, smiling uncontrollably at the sight of Rafa sitting across from me with a bottle of milk in his hand. ‘Here?’

‘Sure, why not?’ Rafa says. ‘We’ve picked a quiet spot. And to be honest, once you’re all snug up against me with the bottle in your mouth, we’ll just look like we’re making out or something. Trust me, no one will give a second glance.’

This is too good to be true.

I knew that Rafa took being a Daddy seriously, but coming out with a pre-prepared bottle of milk is something else.

I’ve never had milky time in public before, but being with Rafa is giving me the confidence to say hell yeah and just go for it.

With the sun high in the sky and my body telling me it’s close to nap time, I cozy up to Rafa’s hard, strong body and nestle in between his arm and his torso.

I open my mouth and wait for Rafa to ease the teat of the milk bottle in my mouth. The second its inside, I clamp down and begin to suckle the milk.

‘You like that baby boy?’ Rafa says, smiling as he watches me suck the milk down. ‘Not too fast!’

I nod and slow down my glugging of the milk.

After all, the last thing I want is to drink too fast and throw up in the park.

Soon enough I’m in a steady rhythm and feeling the milk gently go down my throat and into my tummy.

‘I think it might be time for you to close those eyes,’ Rafa says. ‘Here, let me help you along the way.’

The second Rafa starts singing an old Spanish nursery rhyme to me, I feel my eye lids getting heavier and heavier.

I think I might just be in heaven.

Rafa seems to know exactly what I need, and when I need it.

I think he might be the one.

With every moment that passes, I think Rafa might be my Forever Daddy…