Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“Come here, cutie.” Several blinks later, he nodded and obeyed as he realized what I’d said. “That’s right. Good boy.”
I was impressed when he settled over my lap without coming, but I’d been careful and had given his cock space between my thighs where it hopefully wouldn’t rub too much. I wanted to play with him and make a memory he wouldn’t forget, but I didn’t want to torture him this time.
That could be fun for another night when we had his Daddy home. He’d be a wonderfully appreciative audience and torture should always be a family activity.
As I daydreamed about all the fun things we would do when Bishop came home, Ian took a moment to settle in. He finally relaxed against the bed and closed his eyes as I ran my hand slowly over his back. When he was taking long, deep breaths and it looked like he wasn’t ready to come from the first tap, I shifted my touch so I was stroking over his ass as well.
“That’s my good boy. I just want you to relax and think about how important you are.” As I brought my hand down on his ass for the first time, he sucked in a breath and pressed his face into the bed.
Spanking the other cheek had his head coming up and his words came out in a rush. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was worried.”
The honesty in his voice said he’d finally understood hiding wouldn’t help…and it wouldn’t deepen our relationship on any level.
As I continued to pepper his bottom, I made a soothing sound and nodded. “I know, cutie. You’re going to remember this next time and be my good boy. You’re going to tell me when there’s a problem.”
I was glad he’d talked to Bishop, but what if he hadn’t?
No, I wanted him to remember that I was here for him without reservation.
I slowed down to space out the spanks as his cheeks turned a beautiful pink, and my feelings for him welled up in my chest as he took a deep breath and rushed through his words again. “And I’m going to remember I’m special to you and Daddy. I won’t forget.”
Aww.
He was going to kill me with sweetness like that.
“I’m so glad. You’re a sweet, funny, wonderful sub and boyfriend, and I see all those good qualities every time I look at you.” I wasn’t sure he’d realized that, and I knew I was going to make more of an effort to connect with him on a romantic level, not just an Uncle Cohen level.
He gave a soft whine, spreading his legs in an obvious bid for attention before shaking his head like he’d just remembered he wasn’t supposed to be begging me to play with his ass. “I’ll remember. I promise.”
As I slowed my hand, now rubbing the beautifully pink ass that he was offering up to me, I leaned over and kissed his head. “I know you will, cutie. I know you’re going to talk to me and let me help you when you’re worried and sad.”
That had him sucking in a breath and holding it.
Just as I thought he was going to deny it, he let out a hiccupping cry. “I’m sad, Uncle Cohen. I shouldn’t be. I’m sorry.”
Oh, my poor cutie.
Stopping his spanking, I gathered him up in my arms until he was cradled in my lap and hiding his face against my chest. “It’s alright to be sad, cutie. Are you sad that your Daddy is away?”
I wasn’t surprised when he nodded, but given where he worked, I wasn’t going to assume his emotional distress couldn’t have come from a thousand other places.
“I think you’ve been telling yourself it’s silly to get upset because he’s coming back soon and you haven’t known him that long, right?” He sighed, nodding against me, but that was all I got, so I wasn’t sure if he was completely big or not.
Continuing carefully, I left his cock alone as I stroked his legs and held him tight. “It’s not silly. Those are perfectly logical thoughts. But if we’re calling them illogical, then I’m not logical either. I want you both around all the time and I have to keep reminding myself you both need space.”
I must’ve sounded a bit frustrated at that idea because he giggled, his stress fading as he rubbed his face against my chest. “I don’t think either of us needs a lot of space, Uncle Cohen. Daddy really doesn’t need it either. He likes being with us.”
Now it was my turn to chuckle. “He loves bouncing between our places and really hated being in his apartment alone.”
Ian giggled again, a happy sound that was so light it seemed like a weight had been lifted off him. “I think that’s why he forgot he couldn’t live in an empty apartment.”