“So you had fun?” I whisper back to him. I saw it with my own eyes, but I want to hear his thoughts as well.
For a second, he worries me when his brow creases and he bites his lower lip. But once he releases it from his teeth, he grins bashfully. “Fun doesn’t quite cover it, Daddy. It was…transcendent. I never imagined a feeling like that, so I’m stillprocessing it. But I’m mostly just so honored that you and Daddy Tallis would make such a fuss for me. It…it means a lot.”
My heart flips in my chest. Not just because of what he’s telling me. But at hearing him call Tallis ‘Daddy’ in this instance instead of Master or just by his name. It warms a part of my heart I didn’t even know existed.
I never wanted Tallis to be my Daddy. He’s always been my Master and that’s perfect.I’mDaddy. And he’s one thousand million percent not my boy. For the longest time, I truly believed I was content to be a once-in-a-while Daddy for a night or even just a few hours.
Oliver has shown me that I want to be his Daddy twenty-four seven. But never in my wildest dreams did I think that this special boy would also bring out something new in my husband as well. That Tallis would also enjoy being Daddy for the softer moments.
Not that he’d ever admit to being soft.
I nuzzle my nose against Oliver’s and am rewarded with a sweet kiss on the lips. “You’re worth making a fuss over, baby boy,” I tell him, our faces still close to one another.
“I think I’m really starting to believe that,” he says, sounding almost incredulous at himself.
My insides feel like they might burst from happiness. “Good,” I say, booping the tips of our noses together.
“Well, isn’t this a beautiful sight?”
We turn to see Tallis leaning in the doorway, dressed in only a pair of black sweatpants that cling to his hips. Now that the party has dispersed and he can relax, I’m not surprised to see that he’s holding a glass of red wine. He keeps his warm gaze on us as he takes a sip.
“My Augie Pie and my Ollie Pop,” he says proudly.
I feel Oliver tense against me in surprise. I can’t blame him. I don’t know when he came up with that nickname, but I love it.From the way he then melts against me and stares at Tallis in awe, I think Oliver loves it, too.
“I’m Ollie Pop?” he asks sweetly.
Tallis grins. “Yes, little treat.MyOllie Pop, cuddling withmyAugie Pie. It’s a very delicious sight.”
For a moment, the two of us bask under our Master’s gaze. Then Oliver squirms against me, grinning shyly.
“There’s room for one more,” he says cheekily, patting the sofa beside him.
I adore seeing him be playful. It shows that he’s not intimidated by Tallis’s authority. My husband likes a bit of a challenge, after all. It wouldn’t be fun if Oliver cowered in his presence.
But Tallis does like being right very much, and I can tell from his smug grin that he’s extremely pleased that Oliver responded the way he did to our scene tonight. He saunters over to us, carefully placing his glass on a coaster on the table before settling himself on Oliver’s other side so our boy is sandwiched between us. He touches his thumb and finger to Oliver’s chin, looking him in the eye.
“You were magnificent this evening, little treat,” he murmurs.
“He was just telling me how much he enjoyed it,” I tell my husband fondly.
Tallis arches an eyebrow. “Of course he did. Otherwise, he would have used his safeword. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” He lets Oliver’s chin go.
“Yes, Master,” Oliver replies earnestly. “I promise if I ever need to safeword out of a scene, I will. You can trust me.”
I watch as Tallis’s gaze flicks over Oliver’s face, something going on behind his eyes. If he’s feeling anything like me, he’s probably marveling at how just a few weeks ago, our boy hadonly ever been vanilla. But now, he gets that with kink, we need to trust him as much as we want him to trust us.
“Good boy,” Tallis murmurs.
He shifts his position, leaning back on the sofa and opening his arms out to welcome Oliver in. Our boy snuggles against Tallis’s chest, and I cuddle against Oliver’s side, breathing in the scent of both men.
“Thank you…Daddy,” Oliver says, looking up to see Tallis’s reaction. Almost as if he’d asked a question.
Tallis smiles, his eyes sparkling. “Who knew there was a boy out there who could turn me into a lifestyle Daddy?” he remarks.
Oliver grins and glances back at me before answering. “I think you knew, Daddy Tallis. You know everything.”
Tallis laughs and kisses the top of Oliver’s head. “This is very true.”