After a busy week in which Baxter was working hard on writing papers and Hagen spent long hours correcting papers, they both looked forward to spending a lazy weekend together. Hagen woke up early as usual, his internal clock never allowing him to sleep in, but he didn't jump out of bed as he usually would have. Instead, he allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of his boy plastered all over him.

Baxter was a snuggler, especially in bed. No matter how they were positioned when they fell asleep, sometime during the night, Baxter would seek him out and drape himself all over Hagen. And Hagen, who had always valued his personal space in bed, absolutely loved it. The one adjustment he'd made was to switch his winter comforter for his summer one, as snuggling up with Baxter made him way too hot. But once he'd made that switch, he’d loved every second of it.

Right now, he was on his back, with Baxter's head on his shoulder, the boy’s arm draped over Hagen's stomach and his leg clutching Hagen's. Hagen wondered if there was a psychological reason behind Baxter's urge to hold on to him as he slept. It was easy to see the traumatic effect it had had on him, the way his boyfriend had left him. Hagen could relate, what with having almost the same experience with Jake. It did something to you, being left. Hagen couldn't deny it was his biggest fear, Baxter leaving him, and it was easy to imagine Baxter would feel the same. In that sense, they were a perfect match, two wounded souls finding comfort with each other.

Baxter took so beautifully to their dynamic and Hagen had never been happier. How had he not realized this was what he wanted all this time? He'd been so limited by his own understanding and interpretation of what it meant to be a Dom that he'd never allowed himself to be this sweet and tender. But it was what he wanted more than anything, and as chance would have it, it was also what Baxter needed.

When he met him, even after they'd had a few conversations. Hagen could've never imagined how well they would fit together. Baxter didn't display the same vulnerability that Jake had, for instance, or that classic submissiveness that CJ had had. Not until Baxter was with Hagen, and even then, he loved to push back. He wasn't being a brat on purpose, didn't do it to get a rise out of Hagen, and Hagen loved his strong character. It made his submission even more precious when he did give it. And how he submitted to Hagen, fully surrendering himself to whatever Hagen wanted to shower him with.

Yesterday, after a long and stressful day for both of them, he had edged him for close to an hour, reducing Baxter to a whimpering, blubbering mess before he'd allowed him to come. It had been glorious, and Baxter had thanked him at least ten times afterward.

No, on the surface, Baxter didn't look like the type of boy who needed a Daddy, but did he ever. And Hagen damn well knew he needed him just as much. It was a little scary at times, how much of his happiness was tied to Baxter now. That, of course, brought him full circle back to his biggest fear, Baxter leaving him.

No, he didn't want to think about that now, not when Baxter was sleeping peacefully in his arms. He couldn't wait for him to wake up so they could start their day together. Well, maybe he wouldn't have to wait. He smiled.

He reached underneath Baxter, the boy only stirring slightly, then held onto him as he rolled him on his back, positioning himself on top of him. God, he was so beautiful. Even more beautiful than he had been before, when his body had shown the effects of being denied proper food and rest. He'd gained weight, his skin radiating with a healthy glow now, his eyes sharper and his smile coming so easily.

Oh, those lips. Those perfect, plump lips. Hagen brought their mouths close, then traced Baxter's lips with his tongue. He gave him the sweetest of kisses, all light and feathery, and Baxter responded by smacking his lips, then licking them, which Hagen immediately took as an opportunity to lick him right back, then steal into his mouth.

The groan Baxter let out in his sleep was so sweet, so pure, and Hagen deepened the kiss. They slept naked, Hagen enjoying the beauty of Baxter's body too much to cover it up, even at night, and Hagen's dick was already insisting on a continuation. He leaned on his forearms, careful not to put his full weight on Baxter, but making sure their groins were nicely lined up, rubbing together. Baxter's morning wood met Hagen's, and wasn't that the nicest way to start the day?

Then Baxter's eyes flew open, startled, and Hagen gave him a few seconds to adjust and consent. "Daddy," Baxter sighed, and the word shot straight to Hagen's heart, piercing it with a fierce need.

Baxter offered his mouth and Hagen took it with greed, wanting everything Baxter gave him and then some. He kissed him until Baxter was panting underneath him, rutting against Hagen. He was never more beautiful as when he was so desperate for more.

Hagen made a hot, wet path from Baxter's mouth to his ear, tormenting him with little licks and nibbles there until he was squirming, then made his way down to his nipples. He sucked and teased them, Baxter's hands fisting his hair with the perfect amount of pain. The boy was writhing on the bed now, jerking his hips to seek friction, which Hagen denied him. He had plans for that gorgeous cock, and they didn't include Baxter coming so soon.

He finally deserted Baxter's nipples, leaving them swollen and little red from his gentle bites, then slid lower on the bed. Before Baxter realized what was happening, Hagen found his cock and swallowed it whole. There were times when he wanted to tease Baxter into what was coming, driving him crazy with anticipation. But today was not that day. Today he wanted to devour him, drive him insane with need.

God, he tasted so good, his dick iron hard and throbbing in Hagen's mouth. Baxter bucked, ramming his cock deeper into Hagen's throat, but he didn't care, not even when his eyes watered a little. He wanted to give him this, wanted his boy to take his pleasure from his Daddy. He pushed on Baxter's legs, signaling he should pull them up, and the boy obeyed immediately.

It was the prettiest buffet Hagen had ever seen, Baxter's fat, dripping cock, the head glistening from Hagen's mouth. His balls, full and heavy, so smooth to his tongue. They fit perfectly into his mouth, and he circled his tongue around them as Baxter's moans rose to a level where Hagen was happy he didn't have neighbors close by. He'd already discovered Baxter loved the pinch of pain when he was this aroused, so he scraped his teeth over his balls, causing Baxter to shudder.

And then there was that pretty pink hole. Hagen gave it a quick lick, curious to see how Baxter would respond. He wasn't disappointed. Baxter's hands gripped his hair so hard, Hagen would not be surprised if he ripped whole chunks out of it, but it was perfect. And when he circled that little hole with his tongue, lapping and nibbling as if it was the most delicious treat in the world—which it was—Baxter's hands kept pushing his head down, as if he never wanted Hagen to leave.

Well, Hagen had no intention to. He softened Baxter's pucker with his tongue until it was pliant and let him in, then dug in. His left hand found Baxter's nipples to play with and his right was wrapped around the boy’s cock, while his tongue waged war on his hole. It was a multi-assault, and Baxter was losing it. The endless stream of grunts and moans falling from his lips was beautiful, spurring Hagen on even more.

He dribbled some saliva on his fingers, then switched his mouth back to Baxter's dick while he pressed a finger inside him, aiming straight for his prostate. Baxter howled as he hit the back of Hagen's throat, and Hagen would've smiled if he could have. He pinched Baxter's left nipple, hard, rammed his finger in at the perfect angle at the same time, and sucked hard.

He was rewarded with Baxter's cum shooting down his throat, the boy’s whole body shaking, as he cried out, "Daddy!"

Now that, Hagen thought as he dropped Baxter's dick on his stomach and crawled over him to kiss him, feeding him the last bit of his own cum, was how he liked to start the day.

Baxter was still floating from the way Daddy had woken him up that morning when they were sitting down for lunch. It amused him, the formal way Daddy wanted to have meals at the dining table, the two of them sitting across from each other. Baxter had always been more of a plate on his lap while watching TV kind of guy, and so had his parents, but Daddy insisted they sit down for meals. Baxter loved him for it, if only because he valued the conversations they had during mealtimes.

"I booked our tickets to California," Daddy told him. "We’re leaving the thirteenth."

Baxter's stomach rolled a little. "What will it be like?" he asked. "I mean, when you first hired me, you talked about it a little, but we haven't discussed it since. What do I need to do? I don't want to embarrass you."

Daddy's eyes were kind as he answered. "I doubt you could ever embarrass me," he said, and it sounded like he meant it, not some kind of polite, empty statement. "But you’re right that my expectations have changed, I guess."

Baxter cocked his head. "But a Daddy is still a Dom, right?" he asked, trying to understand the difference.

"That depends on your definition. I think there are a lot of couples who engage in a form of a Daddy-boy relationship where the Daddy isn't a Dom or doesn't consider himself one. And that is just as valid, just to be clear. In my case, I didn't start out as a Daddy, but as a Dom. I've had training in the club we’ll be going to. So to me, being a Dom came first, and it wasn't until I met you that it fully clicked what type of Dom I wanted to be."

Baxter swallowed the bite of his tuna sandwich. "What does that look like, training?"

"It differs per club, but The Basement has always been strict about training their members well. Doms have to train for at least six months before they're allowed to work without supervision. They can’t police what people do at home, obviously, but it's an honor code that has worked well. And training means you work with another Dom, first as a sub to learn that part of the dynamic, and then alongside another Dom."

Baxter's eyes widened as he took that in. "Wait, seriously? You had to be a submissive?"

Daddy nodded, smiling. "You're trying to picture that in your mind right now, aren't you?"

Baxter giggled, not even feeling guilty. "Totally, but I'm having a hard time picturing you on your knees."

Daddy's eyes darkened. "That's not what you told me when I sucked you off yesterday morning."

Baxter put down his sandwich, convinced he shouldn't be eating during a conversation like this. "Touché. But it's still hard for me to imagine you submitting. Even when you're on your knees with me, you're still very much in charge."

Daddy's smile widened. "I'm glad you understand that part of our dynamic, boy. And yes, it was hard for me to submit, but I had a wonderful mentor and he did a great job teaching me what I needed to know."

"So, they taught you things like spanking and flogging or something?" Baxter had done research into it, but he'd been so focused on catching up on his studies that he hadn't had too much time to spend on it. Besides, Daddy kept him busy as well, not that he was complaining about that.

"Among others," Daddy said. "You can learn as much as you want to, but it really depends on your interests. I discovered pretty quickly that I had a limited range of activities I was interested in. Even then, I was never hard-core, and I was okay with that. I watched most of it, tried a few things myself to see if I would like it, but settled on a number of things I was taking pleasure from."

"Like spanking," Baxter said, not sure why he brought that up again.

Daddy smiled with that devious grin he had at times. "You seem awfully interested in that one," he said, proving once again there was little that escaped his attention. "Is there something you want to say to me?"

Oh boy, he'd dug a hole for himself now, hadn't he? He'd loved the things they had done together. Not just the sex stuff, though that had been spectacular, but mostly Daddy taking care of him. They showered together whenever they could, Daddy washing him and patting him dry with that luxurious fluffy towel. Daddy cooking for him, preparing his every meal and insisting he eat all of it. The way Daddy made sure Baxter slept well, ate well, studied well, lived well, it was beyond amazing.

And yes, the sex stuff was spectacular. Baxter had never been as sexually satisfied as he was now, and every time he thought he couldn't soar higher, Daddy found a new way to prove him wrong. But he would be lying if he said he didn't think back often on that experience in Daddy's office, of that strong hand coming down on his ass, the way he had felt. So lost in something so profound, he still lacked the words to describe it.

Baxter was aware he was keeping Daddy waiting, but he tried to figure out what to say, if to say something. He didn't want it to sound like he wasn't happy or satisfied with what Daddy gave him. But on the other hand, Daddy had said open communication was key, and that Baxter should never feel any hesitation to bring up something he thought or felt.

"I really liked it," he said, then mentally slapped himself for the sheer inadequacy of that statement. "I love being with you and everything you do for me. It's been the most amazing time of my life, and I've never been happier or felt better."

He struggled with the words, so scared he would offend Daddy and make him feel like what he was already giving Baxter was not enough. That was the last thing he wanted to say, but how could he strike that balance?

"Come sit with me," Daddy said, and Baxter practically jumped up with relief. These types of conversations were best held on Daddy's lap. He settled down, already feeling his heart rate drop when Daddy's strong arms circled around him.

"I have the feeling you're trying to tell me something, baby boy, and it's okay. Whatever you want to tell me, I promise you I won't get upset or angry. Can you tell me what you're thinking or feeling?"

And with his body surrounded by Daddy’s strength, his smell enveloping him, Baxter felt safe enough to speak from his heart. "I would really love to do that again. You spanking me, I mean. Not as a punishment, but because of how it made me feel."

He held his breath, hoping he'd gotten it right, and luckily, he didn't have to wait long. "Oh baby boy, it makes me so happy to hear you say that. Yes, we absolutely can. Can you try to tell me why you liked it so much?"

Baxter closed his eyes, breathing out a sigh of relief. "It makes me feel dirty and naughty, and yet so safe and special. It doesn't make any sense, but there are all these conflicting emotions inside me. Mostly, it makes me feel peaceful. I've had so much going on in my head that it's been stressful and busy, but when you did that, everything melted away. I didn't have to do anything or think of anything. I could just be, and that was so perfect."

When he opened his eyes again, he caught the way Daddy looked at him, and his heart jumped a few beats. Daddy's eyes were so full of love, so intense, that Baxter knew on the deepest level that whatever he would ask of Daddy right now, Daddy would give him. His heart filled with wonder and joy and gratitude that he was so lucky to have met this man.

Daddy opened his mouth, then closed it again, and Baxter realized he had just as much trouble articulating himself as Baxter had. "God, Baxter, the things I want to do with you," Daddy finally said, his voice thick with emotion. "You have no idea what it does to me to hear you say that."

"You can do anything to me," Baxter said, and he meant it. He couldn't imagine Daddy ever coming up with something that he wouldn't end up loving, even if he hated him a little for it at first.

"That's a dangerous thing to say to Dom," Daddy warned him.

Baxter shrugged. "I trust you. I know you would never do anything to hurt me."

"I wouldn't," Daddy said, and it sounded like a solemn vow. "But it's still a dangerous thing to say. My need for you is fierce, baby boy, and for you to give me such a blank approval, that's more arousing than you could ever imagine."

Baxter swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. "What would you like to do to me?"

"I think I would like to see how pretty you would look when you're tied up. I'd love to tie you to my bed and have my way with you, without you being able to do a damn thing to stop me. I could drive you to the brink of insanity by edging you and not letting you come."

Baxter had to swallow again. "You could," he whispered.

"Or I could make you wear a little vibrating plug in your ass all day, turning it on whenever I felt like it. That sounds like it would be fun, doesn't it?"

Oh god, he had unleashed a beast. Still, there was only one good answer. "Yes, Daddy."

"Nipple clamps is something else I think you would enjoy. Or at least, I would. Your nipples are so wonderfully sensitive that I think I could drive you mad with a little more pressure there."

By now, Baxter could only nod, his body racing with heat.

"And some weekend, I will lock your pretty cock in a cock cage and stuff your beautiful hole with a plug. And then every time I feel like it, I will fuck you and fill you with my cum, then plug you again. And you will be dripping with my cum, unable to come until I let you."

"Daddy," Baxter whimpered, squirming on Daddy's lap, Daddy’s rock-hard cock underneath his ass. Baxter felt his cheeks burn with…with what? Arousal, mixed in with a delicious shame over the filthy things coming from his Daddy's mouth. Daddy was always so proper in his speech, and to hear him say such perfectly filthy things was the best thing ever. And god, the images it put in his mind.

"What do you say, baby boy, are you still sure you want to give me permission to do whatever I want to you?" Daddy asked, his voice hoarse with that desire.

Baxter didn't know if he wanted to laugh, cry, or shout, all his emotions mixed up inside. All he knew was that what Daddy had described was perfection. "Yes, Daddy," he whispered. "Please."

Their eyes met, electricity sizzling between them, then Daddy rose from his chair, holding Baxter up and putting him on his feet. "Strip."

Baxter didn't need to be told twice, ripping his shirt over his head and dropping faster out of his pants and underwear than humanly possible. He moaned with happiness when he saw Daddy did the same, revealing that glorious, strong body of his. He didn't know what Daddy had in mind, but he knew that it would be perfect.

Daddy lowered himself back on his chair, then reached for Baxter's wrist and with one good pull, yanked him down. Strong hands grabbed him and positioned him over Daddy's lap, and Baxter could cry, because now he knew what was coming.

"You are my perfect boy, baby boy, and I want nothing more than to make you happy," Daddy said, and his voice sounded dangerously close to breaking.

Baxter wanted to say something, but couldn't figure out what, since nothing seemed to encompass his feelings inside. They were so big, so powerful, and he didn't know how to let them out. Then Daddy's hand came down, slapping his left cheek hard, and Baxter stopped trying. He surrendered fully to the sensation of that big hand making contact with his skin.

The slaps came fast, so fast Baxter couldn't have counted them if he had to. His skin heated up, first in protest, then in embracement of the pain. It was pain, but it was pleasure too, every slap increasing that wave of arousal that barreled through him. It started in his dick, his balls, then spread out to his limbs, only to roll right back to where it had started.

He found himself crying, unable to stop, then sobbing as the slaps continued, so perfect, so peaceful. And then he rose even higher, something happening in his brain to make it explode in endorphins, creating a rush stronger than anything he'd ever felt before. It was like riding a roller coaster, having an orgasm, kissing, and falling in love all at the same time, only bigger. It was fear and pain and pleasure and excitement and peace. It was his brain and his body disconnecting, and then his heart soaring above it all. It was perfection. And then he came, so hard and violent that it broke him, and then he couldn’t think at all.

He hadn't passed out, was still dimly aware of his surroundings, Daddy lifting him up and cradling him. But Baxter soared, so peaceful that he never wanted it to end. He wrapped his arms around Daddy, put his cheek against Daddy’s hairy chest, and just was. At some point, Daddy moved them to the living room, to the couch where he put soft blankets around them to keep warm.

It took a long time before Baxter descended back to reality, and when he did, Daddy was holding him and cuddling with him, whispering what a perfect, sweet boy he was. Maybe it was the adrenaline or endorphin rush, maybe it was the depth of that experience, maybe it was the thrill of flying that high, but Baxter knew in the very depths of his soul that he was completely, irrevocably in love with his Daddy.