Pretty Boy (Perfect Boys #1) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,47
he teases my bottom lip with his tongue until I part them. “And, because, sometimes waiting makes it that much better.”
I nod obediently, even though he didn’t ask me any questions, his tongue still tracing the shape of my lips until he finally shoves it inside. I moan around it, twisting his shirt in my fists and melting into him.
I whimper when he breaks the kiss a second time, my cock leaking precum through the cage, even though I can’t get hard.
“Trust me to know when the time is right, little rabbit.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I answer.
Barrett stands, hefting me against his body at the same time, startling a squeaky sound from me. He chuckles, and I wrap my legs around his middle so I don’t fall.
“Time to get dressed.” He carries me out of the library and up the stairs to the bedroom like I don’t weigh nothing. He takes me straight into the walk-in closet, setting me down in front of the mirror, and standing behind me. I look at him through the reflective surface while he undresses me one item of clothing at a time. Each piece he takes off of me, he gently kisses the back of my neck, and I think I get what he was saying downstairs. Things moved so fast with me coming here and all, it’s been nice to enjoy all of his affection without going straight to sex.
Barrett strips me down until I’m completely bare, nothing but the cock cage hanging heavy between my legs, a smear of precum against my thigh, my balls full and aching. I’ll be a good boy and trust Daddy to know when the time is right, but dang, I hope it’s soon.
He grabs the suit bag hanging among all his nice things, and reverses the process by dressing me up like I’m his favorite doll. I look into the mirror the whole time, mesmerized by the look on his face and unable to believe it’s meant for me…that he’s meant for me. My own face takes up my peripheral vision, the dark, blotchy birthmark always taunting me, but softened by Barrett in the frame. If he wants me, is it possible I ain’t so bad?
“Perfect,” he says as he slips my top button into place and kissing my neck one last time. I want to tell him that I ain’t anything close to perfect, but the moment is too nice to spoil, so I don’t say anything. Instead, I lean back into him and smile when he wraps his arms around me. “Oops, almost forgot.” He pulls away to grab something out of the top drawer of the bureau a few feet away. He returns with a velvety box, popping it open to show me a pair of diamonds. “They’re cufflinks,” he explains, turning me around to face him.
“These are too much, Daddy,” I protest as he slips the heavy cufflink through the hole in my sleeve.
“Be a good boy and let me spoil you,” he insists, his voice firm, the words good boy making my heart beat just a little faster like they always do. I think I’d do just about anything if it meant I’d be his good boy, but these cufflinks prob’ly cost a fortune. It don’t sit right. I bite my lip against arguing and he chuckles. “I want you to behave, but don’t hurt yourself, sweetheart,” he teases, and I laugh along with him.
“It’s not that I don’t appreciate the gifts.” I don’t want him to think I’m ungrateful or nothing. “I just don’t need them.”
“No?” he asks, fastening the second one into place. “So, if I’d have driven into Billow in a rust bucket of a car and whisked you back here to a studio apartment, you’d still be happy with me?” The words sound casual, but I don’t miss the hint of insecurity underneath them. In a strange way, it makes me feel better to know that even a man as handsome and perfect as Barrett gets insecure sometimes too.
I look up at him, slipping my hands out of his grasp and wrapping them around his neck. “I dunno,” I tease. “Would you still read to me?” I ask, and he nods, a slow smile creeping over his lips. “Then, I reckon I’d still be pretty happy.”
I have to get up on my tiptoes to reach his lips, and I realize this is the first time I’ve kissed him. Barrett wraps his arms around me, lifting me up just enough