A Daddy for Christmas: Daniel, page 10
“What’s your kitten’s name?” Daniel asked.
“Fluffy. And don’t mention Fluffy to Baranov. We’re not allowed pets in here.”
“No problem. What we say here stays here,” Daniel said.
Archie turned on the tree lights, and a warm and festive glow filled the room. The lights were assorted colors: red, green, blue, yellow, and white, and they twinkled like stars in the night sky. The lights wrapped around the branches of the tree, highlighting the ornaments adorning it. Daniel smiled as he admired their handiwork, feeling excited about the holidays with his new roommates.
“You guys really know how to do Christmas,” Daniel said.
Chapter 16 Daddy Baranov
On Monday, Andrei Baranov spent hours in his office at the club, mostly on the phone talking to builders and getting quotes. He sat back in his chair and imagined having Daniel and giving him what he wanted and was patiently waiting for. He took a sip of iced lemon water from his large glass. He planned to pick up Daniel at seven.
Andrei’s personal phone on his desk rang. It was his mother.
“Hello, Mom.”
“I wish you would’ve stayed for dinner. I was very disappointed you left.”
“I don’t like being around Garsha and you know that.”
“Next time do what you do best, ignore him like you do the rest of us.”
“Sorry, Mom. It’s not you. I just can’t do family.”
“I’m trying to get hold of Chadek. He’s not answering his phone. Do you know where he is?”
“Chadek isn’t working for me anymore. My Long Island club burned down this weekend. I’m trying to rebuild it.”
“Fire? It burned down? Who did that?”
“I don’t know. I thought you would have seen it on the news.”
“No. Your father hasn’t mentioned it either. I guess I’ll tell him about it. What’s going on with Chadek?”
“I hate to break this to you, but Chadek is gay.”
“Oh, I knew that years ago. I thought he would have told you.”
“He called me and told me he was going on vacation.”
“On vacation? When he doesn’t have a job? What’s wrong with him?”
“I don’t know, but if I hear from him, I’ll call you.”
“How’s Kira doing? She’s always too busy to talk.”
“She is seeing someone. They go away on the weekends.”
“Who is she seeing?”
“She’s dating a fireman. I met him and he’s a good man. I like him a lot.”
“He won’t be able to keep her in the lifestyle she grew up with.”
“Mom, she’s happy. Let’s enjoy that for now, until she finds something wrong with him. She’s safe with him.”
“I’m sorry about your club. I know you must be upset.”
“It was arson. The police are investigating who might have done it.”
“The family has enemies, and I heard your father mentioning the Chechens. Once he gets on that subject, there’s no talking to him. I hope it was some punks, not any Chechen.”
“I do too.”
“It was good talking to you. I love you, and you’d better make Christmas Eve.”
“I’ll try. Love you too.” Andrei had no plans to go to Montauk for Christmas.
He got up to stretch and the phone rang again. It was his father. What the hell did he want?
“What do you want?” Andrei lit a cigar and paced the room.
“Your mother told me the Seaside Bliss burned to the ground. Is this true?”
“Why do you care?” Andrei wondered if he was going to play this game. He fucking did it. He was sure of it.
“I need to know if an enemy did this.”
“I don’t have enemies.”
“But you do. Your mother said it was arson.”
“I have no idea. I was in the city when it happened.”
“Where is Chadek?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t seen or talked to him.”
“I see. Did you warn him there was a hit on him and that fucking Chechen?”
“Warn him? He’s not around. Is there a purpose to your phone call or is it just to harass me when I’m working?”
“There is a purpose. I don’t waste time on bullshit. You’re the smartest son I have, and you work the hardest. It’s a shame you’ve discarded your family like trash. Garsha will get every single Baranov murdered. He’s too damn stupid and lazy to run the family business. The Baranov family needs your leadership. I need you. The blood of every Baranov family member will be on you if you deny us.” Fredrik ended the call in his usual abrupt fashion.
What the hell am I supposed to do? His father was right, and he had to think more about it. The last thing he wanted was to be involved with enemies and armies. So, what is happening now with the burning of my club? Was it a Baranov enemy? Do I need to link to the family for protection or was it some punk? He still couldn’t get it out of his head his father was responsible.
His stomach was full of acid from the stress and decisions he had to make. He was going to shut his mind down and focus on Daniel, the one person who made him feel like he cared about him for him, not for who he was. He hoped his day with Adam at school went well. He wanted to take him out and treat him the way he deserved.
Andrei called the limo and asked to be picked up at his penthouse then to pick up Daniel at six.
Andrei: Be outside at 6 PM. Taking the limo tonight.
Daniel: I can’t wait to see you.
Andrei: I missed you. Remember we’re going to talk about your Daddy needs.
Daniel: I won’t, Daddy Baranov.
As soon as Andrei got home, he showered and dressed for his dinner date with Daniel, then stepped outside and met the limo. He reminded the driver, Viktor, to pick up Daniel at the Bleeker Street address and settled in for the ride.
Daniel was standing outside looking handsome with his leather jacket wide open. Andrei noticed his stunning dark gray shirt with a light gray tie, looking perfect in his sexy black dress slacks. He was gorgeous in every way Andrei could think of.
Viktor opened the door for him, and he climbed inside and sat beside Andrei.
“I missed you, Daddy Baranov.” He leaned over and kissed Andrei on the lips.
“You taste so good and smell good too. Is your eye healed?”
“It’s turning some ugly colors now. Bengy fixed me up with make-up to cover it.”
“Yes, Bengy knows his make-up that’s for sure.”
“I like all the dancers. Adam showed me the complete Christmas dance routine and I learned about a fourth of it in between classes today.”
“Adam is truly brilliant. He could be anything he wants.”
“He has a double major. He’s also studying engineering.”
“Do you have any other major besides dance?”
“Secondary English is my other major, for teaching high school.”
“That’s good. You never know what life may bring you so it’s good to be prepared. My mother teaches dance to little kids.”
“Does your sister dance?”
“Yes, she does, but not for a living.” Andrei smiled thinking of Kira.
Again, Daniel doesn’t offer any information about his parents. Why is he so reluctant to talk about them? They can’t be any worse than mine, or can they?
The limo stopped in front of a charming bistro on a quiet corner in Greenwich Village. Andrie had been lucky to get a reservation on short notice, but the owner owed him a favor for helping his son out of some trouble. At the time, Andrei had made a few phone calls to handle the situation. Viktor opened the door and let them out. They walked inside Le Petit Chateau, a cozy restaurant with a Belle Epoque style bar. The decor was all various shades of purple, from the velvet curtains to the fresh flowers on the tables. Andrei felt like they had stepped back in time into a Parisian scene.
The server seated them at once since Andrei had made reservations that afternoon.
“Have you been here before?” Daniel asked, looking around with curiosity.
“No, but I heard it’s one of the best French restaurants in the city. The food smells good, doesn’t it?” Andrei replied, inhaling the aroma of garlic, butter, and herbs.
The young woman brought them their menus. “Bonjour, messieurs. Welcome to Le Petit Chateau. Can I start you off with some drinks?” she asked in a heavy French accent.
Andrei turned to Daniel. “Do you like Cabernet Sauvignon?”
“Yes. I love it.”
“We’d like a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, top label.” He turned to Daniel. “Do you know what you want to eat?”
“I can’t read French and I’ve never had French food. Would you order for me?”
Andrei ordered them coq au vin, a classic dish of chicken braised in red wine with mushrooms and bacon. Andrei was happy he’d ordered the Cabernet Sauvignon, a full-bodied red wine that would pair well with their meal.
The server returned and opened the bottle of wine, poured a little into Andrei’s crystal glass and waited for him to smell, then taste it. He nodded, then she filled his glass and Daniel’s.
Andrei picked up his wine glass and made a toast. “Let’s drink to agreeing on what type of Daddy I’m going to be to you.” He clinked Daniel’s glass.
“To Daddy Baranov!”
“Did you hate being tied up with my scarfs?” Andrei asked.
“I loved it. No one ever did that to me.”
“Aside from being marked up, what other things do you hate about having a Daddy Dom?”
“I’m never going to wear a collar. I want a daddy to emotionally support me and approve of my life choices, especially dancing. I don’t want him picking out who my friends should be or ordering me to stay home.”
“You don’t have to wear a collar but let me explain something to you about collars. The reason you wear one to a gay bar is to let others in the bar know you’re taken. No one should come on to you because you belong to another. How do you feel about that?”
“I guess if you have a jealous lover the collar would stop any problems when you’re in a gay bar.”
“I’m a jealous lover when I care about someone. I care about you, so I don’t want anyone touching you.”
“I’m not wearing one now and you seem okay.”
“This is a restaurant, Daniel, not a gay bar. Do you see the difference?” Andrei was seeing Daniel’s bratty side which could use a bit of checking.
“Sorry, I do.”
“So, if we went to a gay BDSM club, would you wear a collar?”
“I don’t even know about going to a BDSM club in the first place. I haven’t been to one.”
“What if I asked you to go with me to see what goes on, would you go with me and wear my collar?”
“Damn! If it were that important to you, I’d wear your collar to a BDSM club. I don’t think I want to go there often. It seems like a place of pain.”
“Would you allow me to give you rules, and would you accept punishment if you broke any of the rules?”
“I would if we went over the rules and we both agreed to them.”
“How about this one? Would you agree to allow me to make the final decision on everything?”
“That’s a tough one. If you told me to quit going to school, I couldn’t let you make that decision for me.”
“I would never interfere with your dancing or school. And whatever we do together or not won’t affect your job status. After dinner, I want to take you to my home. I’ll bring you back later because you have school with Adam tomorrow. Would you like that?”
“I always want that.” Daniel emptied his glass of wine. “As for you having the final decision, I need you to have some boundaries, areas where you don’t have input.”
“Are you sure you want a daddy, or do you want to be a daddy?”
“I don’t want to be a daddy. I want a daddy.”
“Give me some examples of what you want in a daddy.”
“He is into me and only me. He helps me make wise decisions when I’m confused. We share things and do things together when we’re not working. He says hot things to me, so I know he is happy with me sexually.”
“Your last sentence will happen every day. You’re the only one I want in bed beside me.”
When the server interrupted their conversation as she set their dinners on the table, Andrei took in the delicious smell of coq au vin. He could see the tender pieces of chicken coated in a rich sauce, garnished with pearl onions and parsley. He cut a bite and savored the flavor.
Daniel tasted his and moaned. “So good. This is amazing. You have great taste, Andrei.”
Andrei smiled and raised his glass. “Cheers to that.”
Chapter 17 Daniel
When they left the restaurant, the limo was there with Viktor opening the door for them. Once they were inside, they sat side by side and kissed.
“I’m having a great time with you. You really outdid yourself picking that restaurant.”
“I wanted to do something special for you since I’ve been so busy with the fire. Is everything working out with all the roommates?”
“Yes, I like them all. I don’t see us having any issues. And Adam is great to be around. I’m glad we’re sharing a room.”
“I figured you would like them. And I think Adam is the best match for you to share a room with. The others are nice, but I think you two have shared goals.”
At Andrei’s place, they took the elevator to the penthouse. They went to the living room and sat on the couch overlooking the city skyline.
“Do you want to play Daddy Dom with me?” Andrei put his arm around Daniel and kissed the top of his head.
“Do I get a safeword?”
“Yes, what is your safeword?”
“Money.”
“Money? Okay, I’ll stop when you say money. I’m not going to hurt you. Just play, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy Baranov.”
“I want you to remove all your clothes and get on all fours in my bed. Make sure you pull the comforter down.”
Daniel’s cock stirred inside his slacks. Damn, that was a hot order from Daddy Baranov. Daniel stood and turned to leave without speaking.
“Daniel, when we’re playing Daddy Dom in the bedroom, I want you to acknowledge an order by saying Yes, Daddy Baranov or Yes, Sir.”
Daniel stopped dead in his tracks and said, “Yes, Daddy Baranov.” He continued to the bedroom. He pulled down the comforter as he glanced through the window at the city. He got a certain turn-on thinking he was going to strip in front of the uncovered window. Though no one could see him, he could pretend. He sat down, removed his shoes and socks, and set them beside the padded chair. Then he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks. He shoved them to his ankles then stepped out of them. He folded them over the back of the chair. Daniel loosened the knot in his tie, pulled out the short end, then the long end until he could remove it over his head. He unbuttoned his shirt and rested shirt and tie over his slacks on the chair.
Daniel climbed on the bed and got on all fours. His balls swayed as he got into position, then his cock enlarged to a full-on erection. He waited patiently for Daddy Baranov, unable to believe he’d consented to play with a Daddy Dom. He believed he wouldn’t mark his body and make him hurt, and the man made everything hot, he had to try his little Dom/sub play. Thoughts and anticipation of what Daddy Baranov planned to do to him in this position made him hard. Well, just fucking would be nice since Daddy Baranov hadn’t done that yet.
When Daniel heard Daddy Baranov enter the bedroom, he was beyond excited, a warm flood of energy ignited him with a sense of arousal and a breathless longing. All his blood was rushing south.
“I want to blindfold you, is that okay?”
“Yes, Daddy Baranov. Please.”
“I love to hear you begging.” Daddy Baranov walked around the bed, so Daniel could see he was naked with a million-dollar erection. When he bent over and opened the drawer beside the bed, his balls swung back and forth as he pulled out a bottle of lube, a condom, a blindfold, and a butt plug.
“Spread those legs apart more,” he ordered in mob-boss-mode.
Daniel was staring at Daddy Baranov’s cock, so big and hard. So delicious to suck.
Daddy Baranov slapped his ass. “I said move your legs apart.”
“Yes, Daddy Baranov.” Daniel widened his legs as Daddy Baranov crawled behind him. He poured some lube on his fingers, then lubed Daniel’s hole generously. Daniel lowered his head with a slight turn to watch what he was doing behind him.
Daddy Baranov lubed his finger and pushed it into Daniel’s ass. He pressed in and out, then added a second one. “You’re very tight.”
“There’s a reason for that, Daddy Baranov.”
“Why is that?”
“I do exercises to tighten my ass muscles, but there’s another reason, too.” Daniel squeezed his ass muscles around Daddy Baranov’s fingers.
“And what is the other reason?”
“No one has fucked me in a while.”
“I hope that isn’t because you think you’re a top?”
“Not at all. I’ve topped before, but I like bottoming more.”
“That’s what I want to hear from my boy.” He took the blindfold, wrapped it around Daniel’s eyes and tied it too tightly.
“It’s a little too tight, Sir.”
Daddy Baranov loosened the knot so it wouldn’t hurt the back of his head.
“Okay?”
“Perfect, Sir.”
“If you need me to stop, remember to use your safeword. I bet you think I’m going to fuck you.”
“Why else would I be in this position?” Daniel worried about what he had in mind. Why won’t he fuck me?
Daddy Baranov carefully penetrated him and it took Daniel a few seconds to notice his finger had been replaced with a butt plug. Daddy Baranov pushed it in and out like he was fucking him with it. Daniel had been feeding on the pleasure and waiting for the pain. He enjoyed it. It was making him feel drunk. He panted, trying to get as much air into his lungs as possible.
“How does it feel now?” He stopped moving the plug.
“It’s making me want to come, Sir.”
