Liam
He woke to the smell of fresh coffee; stretching and rubbing his eyes, he realized he was no longer covered by the duvet, and Cash was gone. He turned to look around the room and smiled wide when he saw Daddy sitting on the chair, sipping coffee, a very serious expression on his face. He sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, legs dangling, waiting for Daddy to speak.
While Cash didn’t look angry or stern, he did look serious, and Liam knew it was time for him to listen, not talk. Cash continued to drink his coffee, his expression unchanged. His legs were crossed but after a few more, long, drawn out seconds, he uncrossed them and spread them wide. Liam caught his breath when he saw Cash’s cock nearly peeking out from the leg of his loose-fitting boxers. He couldn’t quite tear his gaze away, but when he finally did, Cash’s expression told him he knew exactly what he’d been looking at.
He licked his lips and tried to keep his gaze on Daddy’s, but it slipped down to that mouthwatering dick of his again. He bit his lip and looked up, and his eyes popped open when he saw Cash’s eyes had narrowed at his audacity. “Rule number one?”
“Daddy knows best.”
“Rule number two?”
“Always greet you on my knees.”
“Rule number three?”
“Always be naked unless told otherwise.”
“Rule number four?”
“Take my punishments like a good boy.
“Rule number five?”
“Remember I belong to Daddy.”
Cash nodded. “You do. Every square inch of you. Rule number six?”
“Don’t walk when I can crawl.”
“Which of those rules could you be following right now?”
Liam’s cock was already dripping precum. He swallowed and answered, “All of them, Daddy.”
He got off the bed and down onto his hands and knees, crawled between Daddy’s legs, and sat back on his heels. “Good morning, Daddy.”
Cash leaned forward and chucked him under the chin, his expression intense. “Good morning, baby boy. What’s rule number seven?”
“Show my love and devotion for Daddy with my mouth.”
Cash simply tilted his head to gaze at Liam. His throat grew dry at the thought of pleasing Cash with his lips, teeth, and tongue. “May I take off your boxers, Daddy?”
Cash’s gaze moved over his face, and Liam watched as Daddy set his coffee down on the side table and lifted his hips. Liam’s breath caught as he slid Cash’s boxers off and watched, transfixed, as Daddy spread his legs wide.
Cash’s semi-erect cock, laying heavy on his thigh, it’s thick veins prominent, had Liam’s previously dry mouth salivating with want. He scooted forward and licked up Cash’s large, muscular inner thighs, giving wet kisses on his way up. When he got closer to his goal, he inhaled deep and, unable to help himself, buried his nose in the crease between Cash’s thigh and groin to take in more of Cash’s essence.
He hummed and licked that crease, doing the same to the other side. He lifted Cash’s heavy cock and balls and held them up as he leaned in to lick and tease Daddy’s taint. He whimpered, unable to reach more of him, and looked up into Daddy’s eyes imploringly. Cash must have understood because he slid his ass to the very edge of the chair and leaned back.
Liam groaned and dove back in, laving at Cash’s taint again then wedging his shoulders between Daddy’s thighs as he tried to get deeper, lower. He still couldn’t reach what he wanted, so he grabbed Daddy’s thighs and pushed them back towards his chest, exposing his Daddy’s beautiful pucker. He moaned when his tongue tasted the tangy flavor of Daddy. He couldn’t get enough and lapped at the wrinkled skin until he couldn’t take anymore and needed inside.
He looked up at his Daddy’s heavy-lidded eyes, the question written all over his face. He sucked in a breath when Daddy nodded his permission. He placed his mouth to Cash’s hole and speared his tongue slowly inside until he couldn’t go any further. He looked up at Daddy again and saw he’d fisted his cock and was jacking it while his boy gave him a tongue thrashing.
Liam continued to lave and tongue fuck his Daddy until his tongue couldn’t take it anymore. Knowing he needed to give it a break and that his throat muscles could use a workout, he lowered Daddy’s thighs and dove for his cock, taking him in an inch at a time until he was gagging on it and saliva was dripping down Daddy’s cock onto his balls.
When he thought he couldn’t take anymore, Daddy helped, holding his head in place and fucking his throat, growling, “Take Daddy’s cock, boy. That’s it. Deeper, baby.”
He choked and didn’t think he could take anymore. Cash let up and pulled out of him so he could catch his breath, but seconds later, was shoving himself in deeper still until Liam’s nose was in his Daddy’s trimmed pubes. He swallowed convulsively once, twice, three times as Daddy held him there, grinding his hips against Liam’s face until he thought he’d black out from it.
“Oh fuck, baby boy. That’s it. So good.” He pulled out and jacked his cock as Liam sucked in a much-needed breath and coughed. When he finally gained control again, Cash grabbed his chin, panting in exertion. “Rule number eight?”
Liam met his intense gaze, licked and bit his bottom lip before answering in a breathy, sultry voice, “Swallow every drop of Daddy’s cum.”
“That’s right. Jesus fucking Christ, you’re my pretty, little siren aren’t you? Yeah, you are. Now, open up. There you go. Stick out your tongue.” Liam obeyed, sticking his tongue out as far as he could, leaning in, and closing his eyes, knowing what was coming and reveling in it.
Daddy grunted, “Uhn, fuck. Fuckfuckfuck,” and aimed his cock at Liam’s face, coating nearly every inch of it with rope after rope of his viscous, hot cum. Liam swallowed the load that landed in his mouth. When Cash was fully drained, having squeezed his dick from base to tip, pushing out every last drop, he held out his hand, and Liam licked his salty seed from the webbing between Cash’s finger and thumb.
Daddy scooted up on the edge of the chair, leaned over and grabbed the back of Liam’s head in one hand and his throat just under the chin with the other, tilting his head up. He leaned in and licked Liam’s left cheek free of cum and kissed him deeply, sharing his seed with his boy. He continued on, licking every drop of his seed off of Liam’s skin and feeding it to him with his tongue.
When Cash was done, he collapsed back in the chair, and Liam sat back on his heels. They stared at each other for several long drawn out seconds before Cash finally said, “Are you ready for your first, proper morning spanking?”
Liam nodded eagerly. “Yes, Daddy.”
Cash nodded, sat up, and clasped Liam’s chin again. “This morning, as a reward for giving Daddy exactly what he needed, you will be allowed to come. Going forward, I’ll be caging your cock in the evenings before your nighttime spanking and will remove it after your morning spanking, unless you’ve earned some special touches with good behavior. Is that understood?”
“Mmm, yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy. Up you go.” Cash patted his lap, and Liam draped himself over those strong thighs, feeling giddy knowing he’d be allowed to come.
“Rule number nine?”
As the blood rushed to his downturned head, Liam whispered, “When gifted a spanking, count.”
“I’m so proud of you for remembering all of your rules, baby. Let’s begin.”
As Cash delivered a series of spanks, barely waiting for Liam’s counting to end before continuing on to the next, Liam felt like he was floating. By the time Daddy was nearing twenty, Liam’s whole body was shaking with need. “Seventeen, please. Please, Daddy. Eighteen, nineteen. Oh, fuck, please!”
“Rule number ten.”
Finally! Liam whimpered and cried out, “Ask permission to come.” He moaned. “Please, Daddy, can I come?”
Cash murmured, “Come, baby boy,” and laid down a beautifully painful smack in the middle of his ass cheeks.
Liam screamed, “Twenty,” and came, his whole body convulsing.
His cum spurted out before he could even snake his hand under him to help it along, Daddy’s last smack enough to tip him over the edge. Cash continued to rub and grip and squeeze his sore and reddened ass, and he came for what felt like forever. When he was fully drained of his seed, Cash pulled him up, cuddled him, and he lay limp and satiated in Daddy’s arms.
They cuddled like that for a few minutes, neither of them wanting to interrupt the tender silence between them. Cash squeezed his ass gently, and Liam moaned and snuggled into Cash’s neck, gently kissing him there and sighing in contentment.
Cash finally patted him affectionately on his hip. “Hop up and let’s shower. I want to clean you up and rub some cream on your ass. After that, we’ll go down and have some breakfast.”
The concerned gaze he pinned Cash with brought on a chuckle. “Ask me, boy.”
“Do you want me to crawl everywhere, all the time?”
Cash laughed and squeezed him. “No, boy. I want you to crawl when we’re in a scene, and if it feels appropriate. You can make that call unless I tell you otherwise.”
Liam bit his lip, and Cash quirked a brow, a slight grin on his face. “I kind of run cold, can we—”
Cash stood with him in his arms and set him down, kissing him on the head. “I’ve already turned the heat up in the house. It’s warmer than it usually is, and if that’s not warm enough, we’ll make it warmer. All of the hard flooring in the house is heated, so walking around in bare feet shouldn’t make them cold.”
Liam’s smile was huge, and he couldn’t help but show Daddy affection for taking care of his boy. He grabbed Daddy’s face in his hands and kissed him softly, taking several nips of his lips before he scampered off to start the shower. When he went to wash Daddy, he merely shook his head and proceeded to wash Liam from head to toe. When he stood up from washing Liam’s feet, he leaned in and whispered, “Daddy takes care of his baby boy. Remember that.”
Liam’s breath caught, and he nodded. He stood watching Daddy make quick work of washing himself and drying them both. Cash put some arnica cream on Liam’s still red, slightly bruised ass, and Liam was loving Daddy’s strong hands on him. When that was done, he stood and asked, “May I help you dress, Daddy?”
Cash only nodded and murmured, “Mmhmm.”
He got out some of his favorite ratty jeans of Daddy’s and a pair of royal blue briefs Cash sometimes wore. There was a split just below the seat of the jeans and Liam wanted to be able to look at Cash’s round ass in the tight blue briefs and his thick, muscular thigh. He pulled out a plain white tee that he knew was fitted, and by the time he got Daddy dressed, he was salivating, and Daddy was wearing a sexy smirk, knowing exactly what his boy was up to.
They chatted on their way down the stairs, and Cash made him sit on his sore behind at the bar while he made them both an enormous breakfast. The stern look appeared on Daddy’s face again, and he pointed the spatula he’d been using at him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you’d lost all the weight you’d put on since you moved to Boston, plus what I’m guessing is an extra five pounds. I’ll be feeding you enough to ensure you put it all back on, plus an additional five. Understood, boy?”
Liam couldn’t help but grin at the happiness Daddy’s words brought him, and he nodded quickly, doing his best to stifle a giggle. “Duly noted, Daddy. ‘Operation Fatten Liam Up’ commencing.”
Cash raised a brow and smirked at him. “You getting cheeky with me, boy?”
Liam gave Daddy a serious look and shook his head. “No, Sir. I wouldn’t dream of it. I can’t wait to dig into the breakfast of champions you’re making us. I’m hungry as a horse.”
He could tell Cash was having a hard time keeping a straight face as he narrowed his eyes at Liam. “Mmhmm. And you’re gonna eat everything I give you, right, boy?”
Liam opened his eyes comically wide and nodded, all innocence and light. “Oh, yes, Sir. I’ll relish anything I’m lucky enough for you to put in my mouth.”
They both stared at each other, a silent battle of wills to keep a straight face ensuing until Cash’s lips twitched, and Liam couldn’t keep his giggles in check another second. He caught Cash’s eye again, and their laughter turned to guffaws.
Finally, the spatula in Daddy’s hand was being pointed at him again. “You’re looking for a punishment, aren’t you, baby?”
He leaned forward and bit his lip. “Well, I mean, Daddy, if that’s what your little boy deserves…”
“I’m sure I’ll think of something appropriate.”
Liam nodded. “I sure hope so, Sir.”
Daddy snickered and shook his head, a smirk on his face as he got back to work. Liam leaned on the counter, squeaking at the feeling of the cold, granite countertops on his skin reminding him he was naked. Truth be told, he was feeling rather ridiculous walking around the house like that, but it was warm enough for him, and the admiring glances he was getting from Daddy made it all worthwhile.
He leaned his chin on his palm and watched Cash’s movements, unable to keep himself from thinking about how much he wanted the man to be deep inside him, filling him up with his seed. He wanted that more than anything else he could think of. But sadly, he’d have to wait because breakfast was finally ready. They both made their way to the table together, Daddy at the head of the table, Liam beside him.
After eating, Cash pushed the contracts in front of them again and said, “For now, I believe we will need the contract. Perhaps later, when some time has passed and we’re both feeling comfortable with everything, we’ll forego it, but for now let’s go over it again and make sure we don’t need to add anything to it. I’ll be removing the caveat that you’ll be sleeping alone in a separate bedroom and wing of the house and stipulate that you’ll be sleeping with me every night. Is there anything you’d like to add?”
Liam flipped a few pages, remembering what they’d gone over months ago and shaking his head. “No, Sir. I think it’s fine.”
Cash nodded and made the adjustments for their sleeping arrangements. “The contract spells out how strict I can be, but I never enforced much of any of my harder rules before because I thought I would ease you into it. I don’t think that was working for us too well, was it?”
Liam was solemn, remembering the painful time in the not so distant past and shook his head. “No, Daddy.”
“I’m glad you agree. I think what you need fully explained to you, and correct me if you feel I’m wrong in my assessment, are my expectations regarding your behavior. You need a firmer hand. I knew you needed this before, but I wasn’t ready at the time. I’m ready now. Is this something you’d like to negotiate?”
Liam bit his lip and ran his finger over some of the words on the contract that were nothing but a blur. When all he did was nod his head, avoiding eye contact, Daddy growled, “Look at me, boy.”
Liam whipped his head up in surprise at Daddy’s tone. “When I ask you a question, you’ll answer it immediately. If you don’t want that type of relationship with strict rules and regimented schedules with punishments for misbehavior, you need to tell me.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I do want all the stuff you talked about. I just… I’m trying to figure out how to say what I’m thinking.” Biting his lip again, he glanced back up into Cash’s eyes. “You kept me at a distance, and I got used to that distance and never said anything because you’re the man of the house, and as my Daddy, I didn’t think I should speak up, but, Sir…I just…” He sighed and shook his head in frustration with himself.
Cash stood and clasped his hand, tugging him in his wake. “You’ll come back and do the dishes when we’re done talking.”
“Yes, Sir.”
They sat on the comfortable couch they both loved, but Daddy pulled him onto his lap and cuddled him. He began to relax and rested his head on Daddy’s shoulder. “Tell Daddy what you need, baby.”
Liam sighed and nodded. “I want to be your boy twenty-four seven. I need you to take me in hand. I want… I need strict rules regarding my behavior when I’m with you and when I’m not. When I’m at work, out with friends, or when I’m alone, I want to know what you expect of me, every moment of every day. I’ve been feeling so lost and so out of control for so many years, forced to mature faster than was good for me, and even before that, I never had a regular childhood.”
Cash squeezed him tight and said, “I need and want to know more about your childhood, and what made you become the man you are today. I understand what you’re saying, and it’s exactly what I want as well.”
“I’m glad. I want us to both get our needs met. You never really pushed me about any of the rules Tommy had me memorize, so I took that to mean you didn’t care enough to demand obedience.”
Cash rubbed a hand over his face. “Jesus, I really fucked everything up, didn’t I? It’s no excuse, but your desire to please me and follow the rules is apparent in everything you do. I forgot a lot of that along the way because you were always so well behaved I didn’t feel like I had to address much.”
Liam smiled. “Was Tommy a brat?”
Cash chuckled. “He could be, on occasion. He liked to push boundaries, that was for sure. But in the past, I would have to curtail everything from my past boys’ cussing habits to their cleaning habits to their behavior out in public. You are more mature than most of the boys I’ve been with even though you’re by far the youngest. So I found myself being lax with the rules. I promise, going forward, we’ll structure everything to meet both of our needs.”
“Thank you, Daddy. I know you’re not fully to blame for everything. I should have talked to you about the things that were bothering me. I’m sorry I wasn’t giving you what you needed, either.”
“No, baby, don’t do that. I wasn’t getting what I needed from you, you weren’t getting what you needed from me, and both of those things are entirely my fault. You aren’t responsible for that. I’m your Daddy, that’s my job, not yours. Is that understood?”
He nodded into Daddy’s neck. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. I’ll make sure that changes immediately, but that also means I will be much stricter with you. You will have a curfew, you will have very strict rules regarding what you can and cannot do when you are not with me. It sounds like that’s exactly what you need, and I’m glad because it’s exactly what I need from you, as well.”
Liam sighed, feeling more content and confident with the direction they were heading the more they spoke. They spent the next hour ironing out the contract; adjusting what they’d had and adding more. He was feeling better, and he told Cash as much.
“I’ve always craved order and structure and have never had that at home, or at least not that I can ever remember. So, the more we add to my rules, the more structure we put in place, the better I feel. I don’t see the restrictions as a burden, I see them as an advantage.”
He was still sitting on Daddy’s lap and enjoying every second of it. He’d settled his back against the arm of the sofa and had cuddled in as close as he could get to Cash. He held the contract for them both to see and made the adjustments to it as they talked. All the while, Daddy was touching him, petting him, caressing him, massaging him, and he was nearly blissed out from the amount of attention he was getting.
Cash looked at him and smiled. “You sound like you’re feeling more confident. I hope that’s the case.”
He smiled back and nodded. “Yeah. I am. I guess it feels like a security blanket. I feel more confident in us, but also in how I’ll cope with everything from meeting new people to how I’ll handle stress at work.” He leaned in and kissed Cash. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, baby.”
He looked up at Cash, suddenly shy. “Speaking of which, when can I call you Daddy?”
“Anytime you want.”
“But…”
Cash cradled Liam’s face in his hands and shook his head. “But, nothing. If you want to call me Daddy when I meet your boss, you call me Daddy. If you want to call me Daddy when we’re at a restaurant, you call me Daddy. If you want to call me Daddy when you meet my staff, you call me Daddy. That’s who I am to you, and you can bet your ass I’ll be calling you baby and boy whenever I feel like it. I don’t give a fuck what society thinks about us, and how we live our lives. All I care about is you feeling comfortable and confident with it, with us. You are my concern. Understood?”
He reached his hands up and scratched his fingers through Daddy’s beard, giving it a tug and drawing his face closer, knowing Cash loved when he did that. The smile on Daddy’s face before Liam kissed him gave Liam butterflies. God, he loved this man.
“Understood, Daddy.” He gave Cash a very serious look and asked, “If I ever run again, will you chase me?”
Cash gripped his chin, not so much that it would hurt, but hard enough to get his point across. “To the ends of the earth, baby. I’ll never let you go. But you better not run, boy. You won’t like the punishment you’ll get if you do.”
Liam’s heart squeezed at that, and he smiled, kissing Cash before giving him a devilish look and whispering, “In order to punish me, you’d have to catch me. So, you better run fast, old man!”
He hopped up and ran out of the room, looking behind him as he reached door, the gobsmacked look on Daddy’s face was priceless. He giggled, feeling completely carefree, and ran off again as Daddy growled and got up to make chase.
As he rounded the huge dining table for a second time, his lungs already on fire from running back and forth through the labyrinth of rooms, he realized he hadn’t really thought the chase out first. He’d just run, hell for leather, away from Daddy, first going upstairs and then across the balcony to the other wing and back down through the kitchen to the dining room. Daddy hot on his heels.
He’d laughed more during the chase than he’d laughed in years, and he’d squeaked and squealed like a little kid when he was almost caught several times, which he’d deny if Cash dared poke fun. They were at a stalemate at opposite ends of the table, both of them nearly out of breath, chests heaving and looney grins on their faces. “I’ll understand if you want to call a truce. You’re old and frail. I’m sure this is taking its toll on you.”
Cash’s eyes narrowed, just like he assumed they would, and just as he was about to reply with a smart-ass remark, Liam ran as fast as he could out of the dining room, across the foyer, and behind the second staircase leading upstairs then he headed down the hall past the library towards the basement stairs. He heard Daddy’s growl and pounding feet behind him. He put on a burst of speed and was down the curved staircase in seconds, running towards the pool before he realized he didn’t hear Cash close behind him.
In fact, he didn’t hear Cash at all. He got to the poolside and stopped, listening for the thump, thump, thump of Cash’s footsteps but heard nothing. His heart was beating like a drum, and his breath was heaving. Wondering what the hell was taking Cash so long, he took a couple steps back the way he’d come to glance down the hallway towards the stairs when suddenly he found himself gripped tightly in Cash’s arms, sailing into the air, and flying into the deep end of the pool.
Well, shit. He’d forgotten about the elevator. . .
He definitely didn’t that let out a startled, high-pitched scream when Cash grabbed hold of him. Nope.