Secret Daddy - J.R. Gray Page 0,45
and went limp on my lap. His breathing caught. “Daddy…”
“When you act out, I will be spanking you.” I kneaded over the tender flesh, massaging out some of the hurt.
His whimper changed to a purr. “I’m sorry. I’ve been so worked up all morning.”
“Then you tell me what you need. I’m here to take care of you. I know you like to push my buttons, but your release belongs to me. Do you understand that?”
“I think so.”
“Kneel at my feet.”
Awkwardly he climbed off my lap and took his place between my thighs, pants still down around his knees. I stroked his flushed cheek. “You know I like your color even better without the mask.”
The blush deepened. “It’s so much worse on my cheeks.”
“Mmmhmm.” I leaned down to kiss one cheek and then the other. “But without the mask, I can taste it.”
“This doesn’t mean it will go away does it?” He looked up at me, pleading with his eyes.
“Never. I’m still going to come here and surprise you. I told you that. I’m just going to take you home after and wake up with you.”
“Thank you for not letting me dig myself out of the cabin.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Are you…are you terribly mad at me, Daddy?” He lifted his big eyes to meet mine.
“I’m not mad, I'm disappointed.”
His brows pulled. “That’s worse.” He dropped his face into my lap and stayed there.
I leaned over him, trapping him but not painfully. I massaged his ass some more, knowing he needed my hands on him. “I’m going to set up ways for you to show me when you need more attention or a punishment in a safe space.”
“What do you mean?” he muttered into my lap.
“You were acting out today because you were irritated by this morning.”
He didn’t say anything for a minute and then he shrugged. “Maybe.”
“I’m going to lay out a few ways for you to signal to me you need something more, but it’s going to be my discretion on how to give that to you.” The parameters needed to be clear.
“Okay.” There was a catch in his voice.
“You’re hesitant.”
“I guess I want examples,” Aiden said.
“You did always want everything defined.”
“I like to understand.”
“Well, I know you like to push my buttons, my Prince.”
“Duh.”
I smacked his ass.
He yelped.
“So there will be punishments when you decide to be bratty. That will be one of the ways we keep it in check.”
He nodded into my lap, which turned into more like nuzzling into my cock.
I grabbed his hair. “This is a prime example of you pushing. If we can’t have a discussion, I will stand you in the corner.”
He gasped. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“I will.”
“Mean, Daddy, so mean. You could spank me.” I could hear him salivating on his words.
“I could, yes. But since that is your preferred punishment, it won’t always be the one I choose.” I returned to massaging his sore skin. “I’m going to think of a few ways. But if you are feeling needy, one of the ways you can signal to me you need attention will be getting into my bed with clothes.”
“Clothes? What do you mean?”
“From now on while you’re in my bed you will be naked. We are not going to have clothes on.”
He nodded again.
“Another way could be to stomp.” Mainly because the idea of Aiden stomping when he was cross amused me to no end. I would have to make sure to school my features and take him seriously.
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Would you like to be in my lap now?”
“Yes, please.” He was climbing up before another word was uttered.
I wrapped my arms tightly around him. “Look how agreeable you are after spankings. Maybe I’ll have to start the morning out with them, slap the brat out of you.”
He huffed. “You wish.”
“Are we back to button-pushing already?”
“I’m horny.”
“And you’ll be horny a little while longer. We have important things to discuss tonight and then whatever mess you have coming next week.”
“Next week? Did I say next week? Because I certainly meant Avery is already in town.”
“What?”
Aiden cleared his throat. “I should get back to the desk. Patron and all.”
“Mister-must-read-the-back-of-every-single-book can wait.”
“I’m afraid Mr. Hill cannot wait. He’s quite cross and old.” Aiden was trying to wriggle out of my arms.
I grabbed him by the dick. “You are going to finish telling me what the hell is going on. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Thirteen
AIDEN
I hadn’t expected Avery to come when I’d invited him for Christmas. It had been more like him going on and on about how his