Gentle Hand, page 17
part #2 of Perfect Hands Series
Daddy gently bit his earlobe. "I'm gonna take my time with you. Drive you crazy until you'll be begging to come."
Raf swallowed. "If I beg now, can we move things along?"
Daddy pulled out his cock almost entirely, then slid back in with a move that made Raf feel every inch of his length and girth. That would be a no then. Not that he had expected anything else.
Their bodies were pressed so closely together, Daddy's hips rolling and flexing as he drove deep into Raf over and over again, that Raf could feel Daddy's heart beat against his back. He turned his head sideways, and Daddy pressed his own cheek against his. They were linked in every way, two bodies becoming one, two souls merging.
The tightness in Raf’s chest loosened, as well as the tension in his muscles, until he was nothing but a pliant body, willing to do whatever his Daddy asked him to. His mind let go of all the worries, all the sadness and grief, until there was nothing left but this. Nothing but Daddy filling him, loving him, making him climb higher and higher until the flames engulfed him.
And when he finally fell, it was after rising higher than he'd ever thought possible, every cell in his body exploding with his orgasm. This was what love felt like, he thought before crashing into a dead sleep.
19
Things had never been better between him and his boy, and even though Raf's mental state hadn't changed, they were closer than ever. Brendan had carefully brought up the subject of therapy a few times, and when Raf hadn't balked, he'd started inquiring to find a good therapist.
Jacki had recommended someone she'd had good experiences with, and since he trusted her more than anyone else, he’d booked an appointment for Raf in two weeks. Obviously, he would be going with him. No way was he sending his boy off to someone he didn't know and hadn't met personally. Not after what happened to him as a teen.
His work was busy as well, as his team had been busting their asses trying to close a big deal with a company that flipped houses. Just before he left for home, Brendan had heard they'd gotten the contract, and he was in the mood to celebrate.
Raf was already home when he got there, playing games on the Xbox. "Hi Daddy.” The genuine smile on his face every time he saw Brendan did something to him inside.
"Hi baby boy. How was your day?" he asked as he bent to press a kiss on those soft lips.
"I had a really good day at work. Dolores said I was on top of everything this week and didn't forget a single thing. She said she would tell the principal as well."
"That's amazing, baby boy. I'm so proud of you."
"How was your day, Daddy?"
Brendan lowered himself on the couch next to Raf. "I had a really good day as well. We closed on a deal we worked on for weeks, and I'm elated we got the contract. It's a long-term contract for a lot of money, so this means a lot for my company."
Raf's eyes widened. "Congratulations, Daddy. I'm so happy for you. I know how hard you worked on this."
Brendan smiled at him. "I'm in the mood to celebrate. How about we go out for a nice dinner?"
Since Raf had been so tired, they'd stayed inside a lot. They'd hung out at Rhys's house a few times, but other than that, they'd barely gone out. Focusing on his job took most of Raf's energy, and Brendan didn't want to do anything that could risk his performance.
Raf nodded instantly. "That sounds good, Daddy. Do I need to dress up?"
Most of Raf's clothes had found their way into Brendan's closet in the master bedroom. He wasn't sure what the last time was Raf had been in his own apartment, but it had to be weeks ago. They only stopped in once a week to pick up his mail, and that was it. His room only held his furniture now, as most of his personal possessions had already found a spot somewhere in Brendan's house.
"You know what? Let's dress up a little. I'd love to see you in something nice," Brendan decided.
Raf's face lit up. "I'm on it."
Brendan quickly refreshed himself, then put on a nice dress shirt, a pair of dark gray slacks, and his nice shoes. He'd trimmed his beard two days ago, so all he needed to do was work the edges a little to look more then presentable.
Meanwhile, Raf had taken over the guest bedroom, and he heard all kinds of noises coming from that bathroom, which made him smile. When Raf came downstairs, Brendan whistled. "Baby boy, you look amazing. Let me have a good look at you."
Raf immediately spun around for him, showing off the tight, black pants he was wearing that hugged every curve of his body. He'd combined it with a thin, multicolored, shimmery top that sparkled whenever he moved. A pair of what looked to be brand-new Converse in bright pink completed his outfit.
"I put on a little makeup.”
Brendan had no trouble spotting the hesitancy in his voice. He sent him a warm smile. "Let me see."
He'd put something sparkly on his eyelids, and a thin layer of what looked to be eyeliner or something brought out the color of his eyes. His lips were shimmery as well, and Brendan thought he'd never looked more sexy. Or kissable, though that would certainly ruin those gorgeous lips.
"You are gorgeous, baby boy. Absolutely beautiful. I'm proud to have you on my arm tonight."
Raf beamed, and that smile stayed on his face as they got into the car and drove over to the restaurant Brendan had called quickly to make a reservation. There was no wait, and the hostess led them to a lovely table in the back of the restaurant where they had more privacy than Brendan had counted on. It was perfect.
They chatted until their waiter arrived, a college-aged guy who sent them a friendly smile. "Hi, I'm Jason and I'll be taking care of you tonight. Tonight's specials are line-caught, pan-seared tuna with grilled asparagus, wild mushrooms, rice noodles, and a lime-cilantro dressing, or a vegetarian homemade risotto with six different wild mushrooms in a creamy lemon sauce with grilled winter vegetables."
Brendan's mouth watered at the descriptions.
"Can I start you off with something to drink?" Jason asked.
Raf looked at him. "Can I have a glass of wine, Daddy?"
They both froze at that habitual title, but Jason didn't even blink. Brendan cleared his throat. "Of course."
"Can I have a glass of sweet white wine, please?" Raf ordered.
Jason's smile was nothing but friendly and professional. "Sure, but I'd like to see some ID, please."
Once Raf had shown him his driver’s license, Jason scribbled the order down on his little notepad. "And for you, sir?"
"I'll have seltzer with lemon, please. Thank you."
"Absolutely. I'll be right back with your drinks, but please take your time to look over the menu.”
As soon as Jason was gone, Raf snickered. "Sorry, Daddy. It's become such a habit that I didn't even think about it."
Brendan smiled back. "I don't mind. You can call me Daddy whenever you want. The choice is yours. I've told you before, I don't care what people think. So do whatever makes you comfortable."
Raf cocked his head. "The server didn't even look surprised."
"That's because he probably thought you were my son."
Raf's eyes widened. "Really? That's…"
"Well, it's a logical assumption, don't you think? What he sees is an older guy with a young man, and young man who calls him Daddy. Trust me, a Daddy-boy relationship isn't the first thing people think of in a situation like that."
"When you put it like that, it makes sense. And that doesn't bother you either? That people think you're my real dad?"
Brendan leaned forward, leaning with his arms on the table. "The question is if it bothers you."
Raf seemed to consider it, the scrunch at the top of his nose indicating he was thinking. "Maybe a little, but I want to take a page from your book and not be bothered by it."
Pride bloomed in Brendan's heart. "I'm proud of you, baby boy."
They looked over at the menu, and Brendan quickly made up his mind that the tuna special sounded delicious. But it seemed Raf had a much harder time choosing, fidgeting with the menu and flipping back and forth between the two pages.
"Having trouble?" Brendan asked.
Raf's eyes met him over the menu he was still holding. "I can't choose. There's so much that looks good."
He was saying one thing, but the edge in his voice told Brendan there was something else going on as well. There wasn't tension, so much, as a hint of something else. Shame? Embarrassment? But what could Raf possibly be embarrassed about here?
He kept watching him until Raf put down the menu and send him a careful smile. "It's been a while since I had to make a choice like this."
Things clicked for Brendan. "Would you like Daddy to choose for you?"
Relief exploded over Raf's face. “Would you, Daddy? It's hard for me to choose with so many choices, and I know that you’ll choose the perfect thing for me."
God, his heart. His poor, full, exploding heart. It was almost too much to feel, to bear, this heady sensation of loving and being loved this deeply. He reached for Raf's hand, lacing their fingers together. "It would be my pleasure."
When Jason came back with their drinks, his eyes fell to their joined hands, but other than a slight widening of his eyes, he never showed any reaction. Brendan couldn't help but be grateful for this generation of young people who seemed so much more open than many of his age.
"Have you guys come to a decision or would you like a little more time to peruse the menu?" Jason asked.
"I would love to try that tuna special, and for him, I'd like the seasoned pork chops with the broccoli. Can we exchange the fries that come with it for the garlic mashed potatoes? And do you maybe have some applesauce on the side?"
"Absolutely. I'll get that order right in for you."
"Thank you, Daddy," Raf said when Jason had left again. "That sounds delicious."
"I know you love pork chops. And there's no way you're going to eat that broccoli without a little applesauce," Brendan said with a little chuckle. He knew his boy well by now.
Raf's glass of wine was empty within a few minutes, a rosy stain on his cheeks indicating the alcohol was affecting him. "I like this, Daddy. Going out with you, I mean."
"We could go to the club together sometime.” He hadn't been back since he'd met Raf there, but the truth was he hadn't even missed it. How could he, when he had everything he wanted right across the table from him? “I would be proud to show you off as my boy."
At first, Raf smiled, but then his smile faltered. "What if I make a mistake again? I didn't really make a good impression the first time. Or the second and third. I think half the Doms must hate me."
His poor boy, still haunted by his failed experiments. "First of all, I doubt that. Master Ford really liked you, Rhys told me, and he would not tolerate anyone speaking bad of the best friend of his protégé. Secondly, you did nothing wrong. Experimenting is part of our lifestyle. How else can we find out what we connect with?"
That seem to appease Raf, as some of the tension left his face. "How did you discover you liked being a Daddy?"
"I saw a demonstration in a different club. They had what they called an open weekend, where outsiders could visit and attend several demonstrations of a wide variety of kinks. There were the usual suspects, like bondage, mild pain play, and some humiliation play, but there was also a Daddy with his little. It didn't draw a lot of attention, but from the moment I laid eyes on them, I was hooked. The way he took care of his boy, diapering him, then feeding him a bottle—it was everything I never knew I wanted."
"Same. Not the demonstration, but the fact that this is exactly what I wanted. How did you know it would be a good fit for me?"
Brendan leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs under the table. "It was the way you asked Rhys if he would make you a hot cocoa. Your voice changed, from an adult into a boy, and it was clear to me how much you needed that care. Then when we did our little experiment and you fell asleep while sucking my thumb, well, let's just say I knew right there and then."
They were still chatting when the food arrived, and conversation flowed easily throughout the meal. Raf had asked for a second glass of wine, and Brendan had acquiesced, though he wasn't sure if it was a wise idea. He didn't want to get into an argument in front of Jason, however, but when he saw Raf gobble down that second glass as well, he wasn't happy with his decision.
When they got up after finishing and paying, Raf wavered a little, and Brendan's hand shot out to steady him. "You okay, baby boy?"
"Yeah. Just a little tipsy."
Brendan frowned as they walked out, him holding Raf's arm just to be sure. "How can you be tipsy from two glasses of wine? Are you that much of a light weight?"
As soon as he had asked, he knew the answer. Dammit. He grabbed Raf's shoulder to turn him around. "It's your medication, isn't it? It interacts with alcohol."
Raf had never looked more guilty. "Yes," he whispered, pushing his bottom lip out. "It hits me much harder."
Brendan grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. "That's something you should have told me, Raphael.”
Oh, the guilt on Raf's face, it made Brendan realize he had to tread lightly here. "I love you, baby boy, and we’re not going to let this spoil such a lovely evening. We'll talk about this tomorrow, okay?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy. Please don't be angry with me."
It was a difficult position for him to be in. With any other boy, he would've flat-out told him he was angry and disappointed, but those words would cut Raf. On the other hand, he couldn't let something like this slide either. Raf had definitely crossed a line, and he needed to know. Brendan would need time to figure out how best to handle this. But for now, reassuring his boy was more important.
He let go of his chin and pressed a kiss on his forehead. "I'm not angry with you. I love you, you know that. Don't fret over it, okay? We'll talk about it tomorrow."
All during the ride home, Raf kept stealing glances at him, that worried line etched on his forehead. Whenever he caught his stare, Brendan sent him a smile to reassure him. By the time they got home, Raf seemed to have relaxed a bit more.
They settled on the couch, and Brendan picked a movie for them to watch. His guess was that Raf would fall asleep soon, considering his alcohol intake, and he was right. Half an hour into Love, Simon, Raf was asleep, melted against him.
Brendan carried him up the stairs, laying him down on the bed. Raf half awoke when Brendan undressed him, stripping him down to his cute, pink boxers. "I love you, Daddy," he said, blinking. "You're the best Daddy ever. I'm sorry I got drunk."
Brendan smiled as he kissed him. "I love you too. You are the best boy ever. Now, go to sleep. Daddy's got you."
20
Raf plonked himself down on Rhys’s couch and promptly regretted it. He winced as his ass reminded him that it wasn’t a good idea to disobey Daddy Brendan. Even though he was wearing his diaper, it still hurt to sit down that hard.
Rhys lifted an eyebrow. “Sore ass?”
Raf leaned sideways to rub it, keeping his scowl to a minimum because he felt Daddy Brendan’s eyes on him. “Yeah. Daddy spanked me this afternoon.”
Rhys’s month pulled up in a grin. “What did you do to deserve that?”
Raf rolled his eyes at his friend. Of course Rhys would take Daddy’s side. He should’ve known. Though if he were honest, he’d deserved every slap of the spanking Daddy had given him and then some. “I didn’t tell him how alcohol affected me and then got drunk off two glasses of wine yesterday when we went out for dinner.”
Rhys rolled his eyes right back at him. “Dude. You deserved it.”
Raf sent Daddy an apologetic look. “I know. It was stupid. But my ass hurts.”
Rhys didn’t seem impressed. “That should teach you not to keep things from your Daddy.”
“Is it, like, a rule to something that you Doms stick together?” Raf complained, but Rhys merely grinned.
“How’s Cornell doing?” Raf asked, desperately wanting to change the subject.
“I think he’ll be released soon. Maybe even this week.”
“Have you talked to him about staying with you?”
Rhys shifted his eyes. “Not yet.”
“If he’s going home soon, wouldn’t now be, like, the right time for that?” Raf didn’t understand what the problem was. Rhys could ask, right? Where was the harm? The worst thing that could happen was the man would say no.
“It’s not quite that easy,” Rhys mumbled.
“It never is,” Daddy Brendan said, who seemed to understand what the problem was.
“How are you liking age play? Still a fan?” Rhys asked and it was such a dumb question after how much Raf had shared with him that he recognized it for the same tactic he’d used before. Apparently, Rhys didn’t want to talk about Cornell. Raf would respect that. He owed him that much, if not a hell of a lot more.
“I love it. Daddy keeps trying new things with me and I love it all.”
“What’s your favorite?”
Raf shrugged. “That depends on how I feel. If I’m super stressed, I love playtime with the trains or the cars. If my head is busy and won’t quiet down, binkie-lap time with Daddy always helps. But I also love my bubble baths or the bottle or Daddy napping with me. And diapers, I love those too. I’m wearing one now.”
The smile Rhys sent him was genuine. “I already spotted it. I’m so happy for you, for both of you. It took us a while to find out what your thing was, but I’m so glad we did.”
Raf’s insides flooded with gratitude. How lucky was he that he could talk about this with his best friend without him batting an eye or thinking he was deranged for not only wearing a diaper but loving it? “Me too. It’s changed everything for me.”
“I want to show you something,” Rhys said. “Come with me for a sec.”
Raf got up from the couch—moving more carefully this time—and followed Rhys to the big cabinet in the living room, where he pulled open a big drawer. It held a bin, and when Rhys opened it, Raf gasped.
“You have toy cars? Since when?”
Rhys put a soft hand on his shoulder. “Since I know you’re into this. I bought a play rug, too, and some other stuff. I want this house to be a safe space for you, Raf, so if you ever need to calm down or relax and your Daddy isn’t there, you can always come here. Or if you just want to hang out.”
