Tallis hums in disapproval. “No need to apologize. This was an opportunity to learn something and for all of us to communicate better. And you didn’t require much encouragement to tell us how you were really feeling. So I think we can chalk this moment up to experience.”
The boy nods and relaxes a fraction. “Thank you, Master. But, um, can I maybe have a punishment tomorrow anyway?”
I can’t help but laugh in delight and look at Tallis, who raises his eyebrows before touching his thumb and finger to our boy’s chin. “So you like a little pain, after all?”
The boy squirms in his seat, his cheeks blossoming with an adorable blush. “If it’s like the wax, then yeah, maybe. I loved that. It was like touching lighting, but it felt safe.”
I feel Tallis practically glowing beside me. “I told you, little treat. You willalwaysbe safe with us. If you want to explore this kink further, it doesn’t have to be as a punishment. I would be happy to accommodate you.”
It makes me so happy to see the two of them interacting like this. But it’s even better knowing that I haven’t been able to help Tallis that much with his more sadist side. It’s almost as if this perfect boy was sent to us so he could fulfill the fantasieswe haven’t been able to balance between us, bringing us closer together.
Like a puzzle piece we didn’t even know we were missing.
“Thank you, Master,” the boy says eagerly. “But only if that’s what Daddy wants. This weekend is about him.”
My heart melts. There he goes again, being kind and thoughtful without any hesitation.
“It’s about all of us,” I insist. “And I know I’ll enjoy watching you let my husband play with you like that very much, just like we did with the wax this evening.”
The little treat beams at me. “Okay, Daddy.”
“Now,” Tallis says slightly impatiently. “Can we agree that it’s your bedtime?”
“Yes, Master,” the boy says, peeking up through his long, golden lashes with such beautiful submission it steals my breath for a second.
Our bedroom is all set up with the corner of the duvet turned down and just one lamp on to illuminate the way as we usher our treat into the super king-sized bed. There are three sets of pillows rather than our regular two, and once we’ve removed his robe, we settle him in the middle, naked like we’ll be when we join him later.
We have to be ready for anything at any time, of course. Only after he’s had some sleep.
“Master?” the boy says as we tuck him in. My husband pauses and gives him his full attention. “Would you like me to call you that for the whole weekend? Or can I call you Tallis when we’re not in a scene?”
Tallis regards him fondly as he rubs the boy’s leg through the bed sheets. “So long as you give me my proper title when we’re playing, I’m happy for you to call me either around the house, sweetheart.”
The boy nods, then looks at me. “Can I still call you Daddy, though? Or would you prefer to be August?”
My heart swells. A lot of the subs we’ve had over in the past wanted to distinguish kink from real life and never even brought up calling me Daddy outside of the scenes. I had noticed that he’d been using my title since we finished playing. But I like that he’s asked for an official stance on the matter.
I lean down and kiss the top of his head. “I’d love to be your Daddy for as long as you’d like. And how about you, little treat? What shall I call you?”
He smiles up at me, but now that he’s snuggled in bed, his eyelids are drooping again. “I’m Oliver, Daddy. I like all the names you and Tallis have been calling me, but that’s my real name. I’m your special little birthday treat.”
“Yes, you are,” I agree, but he’s already drifting off.
Oliver.
Now I know one more thing about him.
I can’t wait to discover more. I just hope we have enough time. Because right now, it doesn’t feel like it.
CHAPTER 7
Oliver
I can’t rememberthe last time I slept this well. That’s not just because I’m still barely conscious, so can hardly even remember what happened last night to send me off so well. As awareness slowly creeps back to me, I feel rested to my bones. No worries about graduating keeping me up until the small hours of the morning, I suppose.
Then it hits me whatdidtire me out so thoroughly. It’s difficult to stop everything rushing back to me when I realize I’m not simply having a nice, naughty dream.
Someone is sucking my cock and pushing thick, slippery fingers against my slightly tender hole.