14. Saber

Chapter 14

Saber

Freddy quickly fell asleep on my chest, sucking until his mouth went slack and then waking up and latching on again. Poor guy got up twice throughout the night to pee, but that didn’t stop him from wanting more.

The few times I dozed off, I woke up with him in the exact same position.

My heart felt so full because he was finally starting to relax with me. He was fully able to trust that he could be vulnerable with me without judgment or disgust. And with that freedom to be vulnerable, came the natural tendency for him to regress.

So far, it was just simplifying his vocabulary and giving in to his oral fixation, but I was confident that with a bit more time, he would fully embrace what I believed to be the Little or maybe Middle inside him.

And if we didn’t, that was okay too.

I was completely smitten and falling for Freddy exactly the way he was. But every moment we were together, a new layer of his sexual awakening was revealed—allowing me to share that with him was like the best gift on Christmas morning.

I didn’t know I could be so happy from simple words or glances or even a kiss.

None of those things had ever been significant to me before. Not in any real way. But with Freddy, they meant so much more than the acts themselves. His bravery and determination to try new things was astounding.

When I woke up on Saturday morning and couldn’t go back to sleep, I carefully slid out from underneath Freddy by pushing a pillow under his arm so he wouldn’t notice I was gone and then went into the kitchen.

I was still completely naked and considered at least putting on my jeans, but this was another good test for Freddy. He was clearly not comfortable with nudity, and showing him that I was fully open to sharing every part of myself with him would hopefully drive that message home.

There was a box of pancake mix in the pantry and eggs in his fridge, so I whipped up breakfast and coffee. It didn’t take long, and when I brought everything into the bedroom on a tray, Freddy was still asleep.

He was so cute when he slept, softly snoring with a childlike innocence on his face.

I put the tray down on the far side of the bed and then leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Good morning, baby. Are you ready to wake up?”

He squeezed his eyes together tightly and made a noise that didn’t sound entirely happy. “Do I have to?”

“No, you can sleep in, but I made pancakes and eggs. I was hoping you’d want to have breakfast in bed with me.”

His eyes popped open, fully awake and alert. “That sounds nice.”

My hand went to his cheek and tilted it up so I could kiss him properly. “I think so too.”

When I pulled away, he looked and realized that I was standing there totally naked. “You cooked without any clothes on?”

I chuckled and took a step back as I held up my arms for him to get a good look. “I did. Didn’t wanna cover everything up in case you weren’t done with me.”

He bit his lower lip and smiled bashfully. “I’m not done with you… Daddy.”

That’s what I liked to hear. I placed my hands underneath his armpits and lifted him up into a seated position. I adjusted the pillows behind his back so he was leaning on the headboard and then brought the tray to his lap. “How’s that?”

“Amazing.” He reached for one of the coffees and took a sip. “Why does this taste better just because you made it?”

I shrugged and climbed into the bed beside him so we could share his tray. “You know what they say. Everything tastes better when it’s made with love.”

His eyes flicked to mine and held there. “This is the best coffee I’ve ever tasted in my whole life.”

I slipped my hand around the back of his neck and rubbed his ear with my thumb. “It makes me happy to do things for you, baby. I’m happy to cook for you and clean for you. Make sure you feel good all the time.” I chuckled, continuing to test him to see where his limits were. “At some point, if you let me, I’d love to give you a bath and even clean your bottom for you. Daddies take care of everything for their baby boys.”

Freddy sucked in a deep breath and stared at the piece of pancake he’d just poked with his fork. “They do?”

“Sometimes. It doesn’t have to be like that with us. Or not all those things all the time. Maybe just some of those things sometimes. Or none of them. I just want you to know, I’m here for everything you want me for.” I pulled his head closer and kissed his temple, speaking against his warm skin. “I want you to feel comfortable submitting to me in any way that comes naturally to you. I know you didn’t always feel cared for when you were a child, and I want you to know that I’ll always care for you. I’ll always put your needs first and make decisions based on what I think you need as much as what I think you want. However that looks to you is fine with me.” I took a deep breath to consider what I was about to say. “But I’d like to be here for the long haul, Frederick. I’m in. One hundred percent. The ball is in your court now.”

His shoulders visibly relaxed, and he sighed into my body. “That sounds nice. I wanna try all that. I’m not sure I know how, but if you teach me, I’d like to learn how to let you take care of me. You make me feel special and important and like I’ll always be safe because you’re always gonna keep me safe.”

“That’s right, baby.” I reached for the fork in his hand and gently took it from him. “Now open wide and take a big bite for Daddy. You need lots of energy so we can play later.”

“Play?” Freddy opened his mouth wide and bit the pancake off the edge of the fork as he waited for me to respond.

“Yeah, I thought maybe we could go to the park and kick the ball around or hit a craft store and buy some coloring books or paint. Did you ever play with LEGO when you were younger?”

His eyes went wide. “I had LEGO. And I like to paint, but I’m not good at it.”

“I would love to see anything you paint, and I bet you're better than you realize.” I put a bite of egg on his fork and fed it to him.

He didn’t hesitate at all to open and accept the bite. “You cook good.” Freddy opened his mouth and waited, indicating he was ready for another bike.

The regression was going faster than I expected, and I fucking loved it. I loaded up his fork and gave him a bigger bite this time and repeated it until he finally shook his head and leaned against my shoulder. “Milk, please.”

“Of course, sweet boy.” I moved the tray out of the way, and Freddy turned his whole body, so his knees were up by the headboard and his torso lay across my lap as he latched on to one side and teased my nipple between his thumb and forefinger on the other side.

I tried to ignore how good that felt as I ate a few bites of my own breakfast, but he was too distracting. There was no way to ignore how badly I needed him, but I wasn’t sure he was ready for more than what we’d already done.

Instead of falling asleep again, Freddy drank for a few minutes and then pulled off and rested his hand on my lap. With my hardening cock poking up at him, he scooted down closer to my knees and stared at it right in his face. “Daddy?”

“Yes?” I wiped a drop of milk from the corner of his mouth with my thumb and then held it in front of his mouth.

He immediately licked it up and smiled. “Am I still a virgin?”

I had known that he was inexperienced and assumed he was a virgin, but hearing him say it out loud did something to me. Something almost primal.

I wanted to flip him over and show him exactly how good I could make him feel, but the Daddy in me wanted to make sure he fully understood that I had no expectations. And he had no obligations. “Yes, sweet boy. You are, and you will be for as long as you want. If and when you’re ready to try more things, I’ll be honored to share those experiences with you. But there’s no rush and no timeline. This is all still so new for you…and me too. I’ve never felt this way about someone before, and if it takes us a year to get to the next stage physically, that’s okay with me.”

“No, now.” His tongue poked out and tasted the tip of my dick. “I want to feel you in my bottom now, and then I wanna take a bath.” He cocked an eyebrow and thought about that. “Wait, do we do the bath first?”

I chuckled and lifted him up so I could kiss his mouth. “You’re so damn sweet.”

“I am?”

“Yes, you are. And we don’t always have to take a bath first.” I waggled my eyebrows. “Daddy likes to get dirty sometimes.”

He giggled, back in his Little headspace, but still with me enough to have this conversation. “You’re silly.”

“Yes, but we can take a bath now and then maybe go buy some art supplies for later today. Then we can talk about getting back into this comfy bed of yours later on.”

His lower lip popped out and he furrowed his eyebrows together. “Okay, Daddy. I trust that you know what’s best.”

There were no words I treasured more than those. “Thank you, sweet boy. Now let’s get you cleaned up.”