He called me ‘Daddy’ with such eagerness and no hesitation. I wonder how much Tallis told him about me beforehand. He’s obviously consented enthusiastically to be ours for two whole days, so I’m sure he’s been fully informed of the things we like to do.
That nasty voice tries to whisper in my ear that he’s just putting on an act, but I know that my husband wouldn’t pick someone like that. Honesty is very important to us both.
So this young man is just as excited to be here as we are to have him.
At some point soon, I want to learn his name. But for now, all I need to know is that he’s our little treat.
And I really shouldn’t keep him waiting any longer.
CHAPTER 4
Oliver
The last coupleof hours have been a lot. Like…alota lot.
But in the most incredible way.
Tallis wouldn’t hear of me riding my bike and picked me up from campus in his fancy car. I won’t lie, I felt like a bit of a celebrity as more than a few heads turned our way. As we drove to his and August’s house, he asked me how my week had been. I’m not used to anyone except my mom caring about that stuff, so even though it was probably quite boring, I told him all about my classes and my friend Valerie and hinted at some of my graduation stress. He asked if I had plans for after I leave college but didn’t push it when I told him not really.
Before I knew it, we arrived at his big house which is even fancier than the car, and he gave me a quick tour of the place seeing as I’m going to be living here until Sunday evening. It was difficult not to be a little intimidated at the size of the place. My mom and I have always lived in the same two-bedroom apartment and worked our asses off to make sure we never lost it.
I feel like our whole home could fit inside the double garage alone.
Rather than let myself feel jealous or inadequate, I purposefully swung the other way toward gratitude that these incredibly successful people would share their wealth with me at all. It’s obvious that they comfortably have room for half a dozen guests, and whatever money they want to throw at me probably won’t make a dent in their finances this month. But for me, this is undoubtedly going to be a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and I’m determined to appreciate every moment of it.
Tallis was in contact with August—Daddy—as soon as his plane landed and made sure the traffic was okay once he got on the road. That way, he knew how much time we had before his husband was going to return.
Time in which to get me ready.
I’ll be honest, I was a bit nervous about the whole naked thing. But as Tallis led me to the spare room, I reminded myself that he’s my Master and I don’t have to worry about making any decisions now. He and Daddy are going to take care of that for the next couple of days.
I’ve never been undressed with such consideration before. I’ve had plenty of guys help tear my clothes off as we try and get into bed as soon as possible. But my Master positioned me at the foot of the bed and had me stand still as he slowly peeled everything away, placing my belongings carefully in a picnic basket.
“You’ll get them back on Sunday evening,” he’d explained to me. As he closed the lid, it was as if he was closing a part of my brain that holds all my worries.
It was pretty awesome.
He explained that we’ll typically play with food and anything else that will get us mucky in here, then sleep and relax in the main bedroom. I think he said something about having two mattress protectors on this bed and only using satin sheets, not bothering with a duvet, so it’s all quicker and easier to clean up.But by that point in his prep talk, I’d been relieved of my last scrap of clothing, and he’d started massaging my shoulders, so my brain had gone all goopy.
That was nothing compared to how he’d then moved in front of me and dropped to his knees. I’d gasped in surprise, having assumed that as the Master, he wouldn’t do something so submissive. But then he’d told me to stay very still, and it was obvious who was in charge of the situation even as his lips wrapped around my already half-hard cock.
Being naked but having him still dressed in pants and a button-down made me feel all kinds of ways. Again, it made it clear who the Dominant one was, but I didn’t feel like I was being controlled or trapped. It was incredibly freeing, actually.
He kept his clothes on as he laid me out on the bed, chest down and hugging a pillow as he spread my cheeks and began to eat my ass out. I’d douched thoroughly this morning as per his instructions, but he hadn’t wanted me to stretch in preparation like a few guys have asked me to before.
That’s the Master’s job, apparently.
As he’d got going, he told me to be as noisy as I wanted. I’m glad, because the feral moans that escaped my throat as he slowly worked me over were pure filth. It felt so natural to utter “Yes, Master!” over and over again as I grunted, whimpered and begged my way through the preparation.
Obviously, I knew I wasn’t going to be allowed to come yet, so I wasn’t surprised that once he was satisfied, he eased a lubricated plug into my hole and a cock ring around my balls and shaft.
“Color, little treat?” he’d asked.
“Green, Master,” I’d managed to utter, entirely truthfully.
“Good boy.”
That was the moment he kissed me for the first time, with my own intimate flavors on his lips. He’d held my chin as I’d knelton the bed, my hands curled loosely on my thighs as he took what he wanted from me.