bath alone?” He goes still, even holding his breath for several heartbeats before letting out a long exhale and shaking his head for a third time. “I need words, Pretty Boy. Do you want me to join you in the bath?”
He pulls back just enough to look up at me, his eyes brimming with vulnerability. “Yes, Daddy, take a bath with me.”
“Okay. Stack up our plates and put them in the hallway, then come join me in the bathroom.” I let him go, and he does as I asked, while I head into the bathroom and start the tub. My body hums with anticipation as I check the temperature and then add some bath salts as the tub fills.
Sterling steps into the bathroom a moment later, looking uncertainly between me and the filling tub.
“You remember your safeword?” I check, just in case he’s already having second thoughts.
“Yes,” he answers, and I lift an eyebrow at him. “Yes, Daddy,” he corrects.
“Good boy. Strip.”
He blushes furiously, but reaches for the hem of his shirt, tugging it up over his head and dropping it onto the floor. I’m pleased to see the blush extends all the way down his chest, his skin a beautiful rosy shade that tempts my mouth to chase it.
His pants are next, falling around his feet and getting kicked aside. He has on a pair of white boxer briefs that are cute, but don’t suit him. My boy deserves something nicer, and I’ll see that he has them.
“What’s your favorite color?” I ask, and Sterling looks at me like I’ve grown a second head. I suppose it is a strange question to ask when a man is standing nearly naked a few feet away, but if I’m going to buy him nice things, I want them to be his favorite things.
“Blue. I like how many shades there are.”
I nod and turn off the water before it gets too high. By the time I look back at Sterling, his underwear is around his ankles, his slender body on full display for me. His cock is hard, standing up almost completely straight, short but thick, and as beautifully flushed as the rest of his body.
He fidgets, shifting from one foot to the other, his gaze downcast and his shoulders rounded.
“Sterling,” I say his name, and he slowly looks up at me. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him he’s perfect, but I don’t want to send him running for the nearest exit again. So, instead of saying anything, I devour him with hungry eyes, hoping he’ll see how much I want him. He starts to relax, his tense body softening.
A spot of irritated skin on his cock catches my attention, and I frown. “What happened?”
He looks down, noticing the irritated spot and running a careful finger along it. “Nothin’, I just got a little, um, enthusiastic about the research you told me to do,” Sterling confesses, a shy, tempting smirk dancing on his lips.
“Hmm,” I murmur, holding myself back from dropping to my knees and kissing his raw skin all better. “It looks like a second rule is in order.”
“A second rule?” he repeats, sounding a touch nervous.
“Yes, little rabbit.” I grin. “Hands off that pretty cock unless I tell you otherwise.”
He gasps, reaching for his cock but stopping short and balling his fists up at his sides. “Never?”
“If you think it’ll be too difficult for you, I’d be happy to pick out a pretty cock cage for you. I saw a diamond studded one that I originally thought was a little over the top, but now I’m thinking would look absolutely breathtaking on you.”
He starts to tremble, and I’m afraid I’ve gone too far, but one look at the desperately lustful expression on his face reassures me.
“Is that something you want?” I ask, and he starts to nod, before catching the look on my face. The boy is a fast learner.
“Yes, Daddy,” he answers shakily.
I could stare at him all night, teasing him with filthy promises, but I don’t want the water to get cold, and I’d much rather hold him than stare, so I remove my own clothes, one by one adding them to a pile on the floor just like Sterling did. I preen a little as his blush deepens and his breathing quickens with each item of clothing I remove. I’m no gym rat, but I take care of my body, and I’ve always been proud of it. My chest and belly have a