If not for his hand tightening around my cock, I would have come all over him.

  “You have to wait for Daddy,” he chided.

  Nodding, I mewled in pleasure as he started all over. The sound of Daddy’s moans and mine mingling together was too much. His groans and grunts were so low and masculine and triggered every one of my buttons.

  “Please, Daddy,” I begged, needing him to let me come. “Please.”

  He grunted low and I felt the wet, heat of his cum against the head of my cock.

  “Daddy, please.” The wet sound of his hand spreading his cum over my dick was filthy and I loved it.

  “Come for Daddy, baby,” he said in a low voice as he continued to cover my shaft with his cum, branding me as his.

  His permission was all I needed. I hunched over as my balls drew up tight to my body, my hand clenching in the fabric of his shirt.

  “Daddy,” I groaned as I came all over his hand and all over his lap.

  I collapsed against him. I was happy and content and never wanted to leave… until the cum started cooling between us.

  I leaned back and giggled at the mess between us. “Daddy, we’re yucky.”

  He looked down and laughed at the sight of our cocks out and cum everywhere. “What do you say to a shower with Daddy?”

  “Yes!”

  “Word of warning, I’m going to be claiming another one of my kisses.”

  Chapter Ten

  Nate

  I was running around my apartment like a chicken with its head cut off. I hated being late. I checked my watch again and cursed. I’d promised Red I’d be at his house at four and even if I left immediately, I’d be pushing it.

  Did I mention I hated being late?

  “Shoes, shoes, shoes.” I looked around my bedroom, but I didn’t see them anywhere. Entering the living room, I searched the area and found them behind the couch. “How did they get there?” I asked myself.

  I must have kicked them off when I’d stumbled in the night before.

  Sighing, I scooped them up off the floor and sat on the couch. Stuffing my feet into my boots, I scoured the room for my keys. Grabbing them from the coffee table, I checked my pockets for my wallet and phone. Stopping in front of the door, I looked down and went through my mental checklist one more time to ensure I wasn’t forgetting anything.

  I wasn’t naked and I had all my stuff—date night was a go.

  When I’d looked up romantic things to do around town, I’d been pleasantly surprised to find there was an old-timey drive-in theater not that far away. Red was going to love it.

  “If we get there in time!” I said, rushing out the door. I was almost to my truck when I realized I’d forgotten to lock my door.

  Spinning around, I ran back upstairs, flipped through my keys, cursed as I fumbled them in my hands. Finally managing to lock the door, I turned back around to leave. I jumped and cursed, ignoring Samir’s laughter as I regained my composure. I glared at him as he bent over and braced himself with his hands on his knees.

  Red was waiting for me.

  “I don’t have time for this,” I yelled as I raced past him and down the stairs.

  “You know, this is the second time in as many weeks that you’ve run out of here like your ass is on fire. I’m starting to think you’re avoiding me!” he called out from the top of the landing.

  I laughed as I circled my truck. “Got myself a third date! No, maybe fourth?”

  Had last night counted as a date? I mean, we’d both came, had taken a shower together with some more fondling, I’d borrowed some of his clothes, and then we’d cuddled on the couch while watching trashy reality shows until I’d left around midnight. Sounded like a date to me.

  “Definitely fourth!”

  “Well, damn, Nate, when am I gonna meet this guy? He must be something special to make you act all crazy like this!”

  “Soon, maybe?!” I said, pausing as I was about to climb into my truck. I thought about Red and how he made me feel. How I felt when I was with him. “And he is special, I’ve never had this… connection with someone else like I do with him,” I said, plainly and honestly.

  “Does he have any friends?” Samir yelled as he leaned over the railing. “I’m kind of in a slump?”

  I shook my head and laughed when his words reached me. He was just like Dave. Were all my friends hard up for dates?

  Without answering Samir, I climbed into my truck, slammed to the door closed, and started it. As I backed out of my parking spot, I waved at Samir where he stood, shaking his head at me from the top of the stairs.

  Fortunately for me, the drive to Red’s house was without incident and I’d hit every green light on the way. Parking in his driveway, I stepped out and was on my way to his front door when it burst open and a bouncing Red came out.

  “Where are we going?”

  I waited until he was close to me to reach out and pull him in, dropping a quick hello kiss to his lips. Sighing in mock disappointment, I shook my head with a playful scowl. “You’re so impatient. It’s a surprise.”

  “Fine,” he said, trying to rein in his smile as he turned around to lock his door. “You play your little games.”

  Like with our first date, I helped Red up into my truck and buckled him into the middle seat next to me. “I’ll give you a hint.”

  Red bounced in the seat as I pulled away from his house. “Yes, hints are good. I need lots of hints.”

  “Hints? Plural? I said a hint,” I teased just to see his pout and there it was.

  “But what if I need more?”

  I shrugged. “I guess you’re just going to have to wait then.”

  He leaned against my side and rested his face on my shoulder. “Waiting isn’t fun.”

  “Do you want the hint or not?” I wanted to cave just looking down at his cute face. It wasn’t fair.

  He pulled back, giving me a bit of a glare. “I’ll that the hint, please,” he said, lifting his chin and acting all prim and proper.

  I thought about teasing him a little more but gave in. “Okay, here it goes. I used to be silver and some people still call me that, I can fit in the palm of your hand or span several stories, and usually you have to go inside to see me but this time you can stay in the truck. What am I?”

  Red pouted. “That’s not a hint! That’s a riddle! I suck at riddles.”

  I laughed as he scowled at me. “I’d say I gave you several hints… in the form of a riddle.”

  “Fine,” he said, rolling his eyes.

  I expected him to sit back up, but he stayed against my side. I loved how he wanted to be next to me, to touch me even if it was innocent. He lifted his hand and tapped it against his cheek. “What’s silver? Silverware! Are we going to a restaurant?”

  “Nope.” I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped at the idea of a giant fork. “I’ve never seen a spoon or fork that’s several stories tall,” I said, reminding him of the rest of the riddle.

  “But they do exist,” he insisted. “If there are statues of giant balls of yarn and ice cream cones, then there has to be one of a fork or spoon somewhere.” He looked so smug as if making something fit to the riddle meant it had to be right.

  “So, you want to go to a restaurant, get some food, and then eat it in the truck?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe you have some romantic destination in mind. Like a picnic!”

  Red sounded really excited at the thought. “Would you like to go on a picnic?”

  “Yes!” He bounced in his seat and wiggled against me. “So, I was right, right? We’re going on a picnic?”

  “Nope,” I said cheerfully as I took the exit that would take us out of town.

  He pouted for a second before getting back into the game. “Silver, silver, silver, what’s made of silver? Or at least, used to be made of silver. Hmm, did I mention I suck at riddles?”

  “Once or twice,” I said without an ounce of regret. It was fun messing with him.

  “Tea!” he said, snapping his finger and pointing at me.

  “Not even close.”

  “Teapots can be made of silver,” he said quietly against his chest.

  “Still not right.”

  “Ugh.” He collapsed back against the seat. “Coins?” he asked, turning to me with a hopeful expression on his face.

  I could tell he just wanted to be right at this point, not necessarily… go see someone’s coin collection? I didn’t dignify that guess with a response, only shook my head negatively.

  “Jewelry?”

  “You’re just guessing now!”

  “No, I’m not,” he protested.

  “Giant jewelry?” I turned and gave him a suspicious look. “Really?”

  He lifted his chin. “It’s the same premise as the giant fork or teapot,” he said as if emphasizing the words would make them true. “Fine, I give up. Where are we going?”

  If we hadn’t been a few minutes out, I would have put him out of his misery, but we were so close and I wanted to see his face when he worked out where we were going. So, I stayed tight-lipped about it. “That’s not how this works. If you can guess, then you’ll have to wait and see.”

  “Nateeeeeeeee,” he whined. “Please?”

  “We’re almost there.”

  “No, I want to figure it out before we get there,” he said, giving me his best puppy-dog eyes. “Please?”

  “Okay, I’ll give you one more hint.”

  He narrowed his eyes on me. “An actual hint or a riddle hint?”

  “An actual hint,” I promised, although what would Red consider an actual hint? In the distance, I noticed a large, brightly colored sign advertising the drive-in theater and decided to take it easy on him.

  “Okay, here’s your hint. You need tickets to get in but the popcorn is optional.”

  “Ooooooh,” he said as he pushed against me with his shoulder, a silly smile taking up much of his face. “The silver screen! Are we going to the movies?”

  “Kind of,” I said, loving the pleasure on his face. “Look,” I added, pointing to the sign proclaiming the Bright Star Drive-In Theater was two miles ahead on the right side of the highway.

  “A drive-in. I’ve never been to a drive-in before.” Red wrapped his good arm around me in the semblance of an awkward hug. “This is so cool!”

  “Well, I’ve never been either, but the reviews online said this place was amazing.”

  I’d made sure to arrive early so we could pick the best spot to park. My ideal spot was one that was close enough to the screen to get a good view but far enough back that we could make-out in secret. A date at the drive-in wasn’t complete without some old-fashioned necking.

  I turned in, got in line behind the few cars that had made it before us, and settled in to wait for our turn at the ticket booth.

  “Do they have a concession stand?” Red asked, his body rocking side to side as he attempted to see around the cars in front of us and past the tall fence surrounding the property. “Can I get popcorn? Ohh, I wonder if they have a slushie machine, too.”

  It was a little strange how normal it was to hear Red asking me for permission for things. Sometimes, I wondered if he was aware he was doing it, looking to me to take the decision out of his hands. He made it seem so instinctual.

  My last boyfriend would have died before asking me permission for something he wanted. If he were feeling generous, Jack would have asked me if I wanted some as well. If not, he would have informed me he was getting himself popcorn and if I wanted any, I could tag along.

  “Popcorn sounds delicious. Besides, a trip to the movies wouldn’t be complete without some popcorn. How do you like it?” I asked, pulling forward in line.

  “With lots of butter,” he said as he closed his eye and moaned, already picturing his buttery and salty snack.

  “Just the way I like it, too,” I replied, pleased we had something so mundane in common.

  Red leaned forward and squinted as he studied the movies showing that night. In turn, I studied him.

  I’d known coming into this relationship with Red that I’d had a few preconceived notions about BDSM and dominant/submissive relationships. The internet had helped to get rid of most of them and being around Red was dispelling the rest.

  For one, I’d always assumed that all dominant and submissive interactions were sexual in nature. Having Red ask me if he could have popcorn wasn’t sexual in the least, but it warmed the newly exposed parts of me that liked having him yield to my desires, that bit of darkness that liked having power over him.

  Moreover, in some parts of my brain, there had been a voice telling me that submission meant weakness. Yet, Red didn’t see his need to bend to my will as making him weak. For that matter, he didn’t see his need to touch me or show me affection as being clingy. He didn’t see the time and attention he required as being high maintenance. He didn’t see his need to ask me for things as a sign of being weak-willed. And since he didn’t see himself that way, neither did I.

  In fact, when I started looking up stuff online, I’d come across the idea of there being strength in submission. I hadn’t understood. At the time, those two words—strength and submission—were two completely different concepts to me. Now, I could see them both in Red.

  It took real strength to show me his true self, the one society would call powerless and deviant. He let me see the real him. He’d trusted me enough that let me see him at his most vulnerable and exposed. It was breathtaking and a little frightening.

  I wasn’t sure I had the same strength. While I was willing to show him the real me—the me that was beginning to crave his submission and the dirty things he wanted me to do to him—I knew I couldn’t do what he did.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  His question pulled me out of my thoughts. “What did you say?”

  “You were staring at me with this odd expression on your face. What were you thinking about?” he repeated.

  I was about to brush off his question but knew there was no reason to. I was still in that mindset that when someone asked what you were thinking, they didn’t actually want to know but with Red, it was different. He was curious and I had the feeling he was checking in on me, asking if I was still in it with him. “I was thinking about you and me, about dominance and submission in general.”

  He chuckled. “And? What about you and me?”

  I pulled up when I noticed the car in front of us moving. “I was thinking about how many misconceptions I had about this kind of relationship and how you’re breaking all of them.”

  “You make me sound like some kind of kinky superhero,” he said, giggling so hard he snorted, which led to even more giggling. “What misconceptions did you have?” he asked as soon as he got himself under control.

  I shrugged. “The internet cleared up a lot of them like that abusers used BDSM as a justification to abuse their victims with their consent. That it was all about pain and violence and humiliation. That it was always sexual.”

  He shuffled a little closer to me and laid his head on my shoulder. “That’s a pretty dark way of looking at it.”

  “I know and I don’t really understand how I came to those conclusions.” I frowned and tried to think back but nothing solid came up. “I assume it was from television and movies.”

  Red nodded. “It’s usually hit or miss if something portrays BDSM well.” He perked up, swinging toward me in his excitement. “Do you want to know who my favorite fictional, kinky couple is?”

  “Who?”

  “Morticia and Gomez Addams,” he said with a smug grin.

  “The Addams Family?” I asked, just to clarify.

  “Yep, we should watch the movies together. You’ll see.” He laughed. “At the very beginning of the first one, Morticia tells Gomez that he was like a wild demon the night before and he frightened her. Do you know what she tells him next?”

  “What?” I asked, knowing it had to be good for Red to get so giddy.

  “Do it again,” he said, his eyebrows waggling as he leered at me. “Promise you’ll watch it with me?”

  “How can I deny that face?” I asked, gripping his chin and pulling him in for a kiss.

  The car in front of us moved and I noticed we were up next. I pointed toward the list of movies showing that night as I turned to Red. “What do you want to see?”

  I realized I’d made a mistake as soon as he got that panicky, oh-shit look in his eyes.

  “Umm…” He looked at the sign and twisted his hand in the fabric of his shirt, anxiety written all over his face. “What about that one?” He looked at me then back to the sign.

  I looked over to see which movie he had indicated. It was a political thriller; not exactly something I would have expected Red to pick. I looked right below it to the new superhero movie, the one I’d expected Red to choose and the belief I’d messed up intensified.

  Red looked at me, his hand still working on his shirt. “Is that okay? I remember you saying you wanted to see it. Remember? When we were watching TV and the trailer came on?”

  Oh, I thought as understanding dawned. He was trying to please me. He was more worried about my happiness than he was his own. He wanted me to have a good time, even if the choice of entertainment wasn’t something he would particularly enjoy.

  I reached out and cupped his chin, my thumb brushing softly against his cheek. “I did say that, but I’m kind of in the mood for something else. What do you think about that one?” I asked, pointing to the superhero movie.

  He looked back at the sign and I could see the giddiness taking over his face. “Oh?” He turned back to me. “Are you sure you want to see that one?”

  I studied the light in his eyes and the pleasure slowly making its way across his face. “Without a doubt."

  When it was our turn, I pulled up to the ticket booth and bought two tickets while Red bounced in the seat beside me. Entering the lot, we circled the place until we found our screen and parked. With a trip to the concession stand, we returned with a huge bag of butter-smothered popcorn, a cherry slushie for Red, and a coke for me.

 

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