It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
After checking I was okay to keep kneeling, he then poured a glittery, vanilla-scented sort of syrup into his hands and spread it over my arms, chest and thighs.
“I’m going to leave you here now, little treat,” he’d told me. “I want you to stay on your knees, but you must be able to move when I return. If you start to ache too much or get pins and needles, you are to shift so your back is against the pillows, and your legs are stretched out. You will not be punished for moving, but you will be punished if you are in too much discomfort when I get back to be of use to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” I’d said, thinking the idea was obviously to see if I could stay kneeling. But after only a few minutes by myself, I’d started to get alarmingly uncomfortable without anything else to distract me. As I didn’t know how long he was going to be, I only held out another minute before doing what he’d said and moving to rest against the pillows with my legs stretched out.
I felt like a failure.
All the lovely, dreamy feelings ebbed away, and I started getting cold as I waited for him to come back up the stairs and give me a disappointed face. By the time I heard his feet approaching, there was a delicious smell wafting through the house of whatever dinner he’d been working on. But despite all his previous efforts, I was soft again, convinced he was going to take one look at me and tell me I wasn’t good enough for his husband, after all.
The complete opposite happened.
He’d walked in with a large silver platter in his hands, observed the situation, and his face had split into a delighted smile.
“Oh, what a good little treat you are,” he’d said as he’d placed the goodies on the side and perched between that and me on the side of the bed. He’d caressed the side of my face as I’d looked at him in confusion. “I told you I wouldn’t be angry if you made sure you stayed comfortable. I needed you to really understand the power balance going on here, Oliver. I’m proud of you and I’d like to give you a reward.”
A sob had threatened to break free of my chest, I’d been so relieved. I managed to just nod and blink back tears instead. Then Tallis had proceeded to feed me strawberries dipped in chocolate sauce, alternating with sweet kisses on my lips. When he gazed at me, it was with something that looked like awe.
The lovely, dreamy feelings soon came back.
After that, he left me once again, but this time only for a few minutes. He returned with Champagne in a silver bucket and three glasses. I don’t know why, but I thought there’d only be two. Being included like that gave me butterflies in my tummy along with all the fruit and chocolate.
I watched as Tallis quickly lit the hundred or so candles he’d already had out with a long-necked lighter, creating a magical atmosphere as the sun set outside. Then he took his socks off and put them in a hamper, leaving him in just his pants and shirt. I’d noticed earlier when he’d undressed me that the wooden floor in here is heated from underneath, which makes sense if they want to keep themselves warm but also mop.
My cock was still quite soft after wilting in the time I’d been waiting. But the realization that we were soon going to start making a mess made it twitch back to life again.
Tallis rearranged us so he could sit behind me, our legs nestled against each other, and then he held me while we waited. He spent that time murmuring sweet nothings into my ear, reminding me of all the filthy things he and his husband wereplanning on doing to me over the next few days. When he’d taken my length in hand, I’d been trembling in anticipation.
“When are you allowed to come, little treat?” he’d asked me.
“Only when the Master says,” I replied obediently.
“Good boy.”
It was only about a minute later that a new voice had called through the house, and my heart had leapt, knowing I was about to finally meet my Daddy.
Any lingering thoughts that I might be a disappointment to him vanished the second he walked into the bedroom and took in the scene. His face had been one of pure delight and wonder. And now he was in the shower, getting ready to come back and play with his birthday present.
“How are you feeling, little treat,” Tallis asks me as we hear the water in the bathroom switch on. He moves his hands to pinch my nipples, making me gasp.
“Green, Master, green,” I tell him honestly.
In the moment, I realized that I never even thought to ask him what August looked like. I probably assumed that they were similar, and all I’d really cared about was that he was a kind and caring Daddy. But to my delight, he’s gorgeous in a different way.
Tallis is broad and has square shoulders and a strong jaw. I haven’t seen his body completely yet, but through his clothes he looks like he maybe works out, though probably not in an obsessive way. Don’t get me wrong, abs are great. But I also like a cuddly layer, too.
As a bear, August definitely has that.
He has a soft looking beard and a more rounded tummy, like he’d make a great mall Santa in twenty or thirty years’ time. But where Tallis has piercing, intense dark eyes, August’s are lighter and they positively danced in the candlelight. He’d looked at me like I was an all-you-can-eat buffet and he was starving.Considering Tallis had his hands on my throat and cock at the same time, I’ve never felt more like the center of attention in the best possible way.
When we hear the water shut off, Tallis nudges me. “Time to turn you over, little treat,” he says with a touch of amusement. “We want to make sure you bake evenly now, don’t we?”
“Yes, Master,” I say with a giggle.
He helps me get on my knees between his legs and leans me forward so my hands are on his chest with my ass sticking up as he kisses me leisurely. When he breaks it off, he licks the middle of my lips once more then places a quick kiss on the tip on my nose before looking over my shoulder.
“Your birthday cake is ready for you, my sweet,” he rumbles in a low voice.