As I cleared the kitchen island, he stepped right into my space, like the very first time he’d come onto me. This time, I didn’t flinch. I stood there, with my hands resting on the edge of the counter as he pressed his front against my side. Like magnets clicking together.
“Punish me, Daddy.”
The way he breathed out those words intensified my anger—if that was even possible. But if I let loose, I’d yell at him for being a stupid kid, and I didn’t want to go there. I needed to control my emotions. I was supposed to be the adult. So, I pulled back, sorting the dishes into what could go into the dishwasher and what couldn’t.
Then Carter knelt.
“What are you doing? Stand up,” I gritted out, fingers tensing. I had not told him to kneel. Without my cue, Carter had never done this before. With his hands on his thighs, he gazed up at me. Obedience glinted in his eyes, but I knew it was false.
Oh, boy, he was trouble.
“Punish me, Daddy,” he repeated.
I huffed, then tore my gaze away from him. The pot I’d used for the sauce clattered in the sink. I washed my hands, then dried them off on a nearby towel before I walked in front of him. Head tilted back, he stayed at my feet.
Snatching a fistful of the back of his hair, I loomed over him. His eyes squeezed shut for a moment.
“You were a very bad boy tonight,” I growled, the warning vibrated through my chest. “You better run home before Daddy loses his mind.” I tightened my grip at the back of his head. “You hear me, boy? Leave.”
“B-But I want my punishment.” Slivers of brown revealed the moment he opened his eyes. How could I ever deny him? By now, his hands had flown to my thighs, fingers digging into the denim of my jeans.
“You want to be punished, huh? Is this what you came here for?”
Carter nodded as much as he could with my hand holding him in place. It hurt. I could tell because he grimaced when my arm flexed to keep him from moving. “You think this is how it works? You come to Daddy, make him uncomfortable and then get what you want?”
Carter released a soft breath, a whimper slipping from his lips. Those hands gripped me harder until I straightened. Carter gasped as I pulled him up by his hair, pinning him with a stare.
“That’s not how it works. You don’t fucking play me, you hear?”
In the most pathetic way, he tried to nod, his hands finding a new home on my shoulders. I shook them off and then tilted his head so his throat was exposed, and I could watch his Adam’s apple bob.
Although I tried to deny it, my body betrayed me. His very presence had me rock-hard. Even before, under the table, when he’d brushed his foot against me, I’d tried to fight it. He was forbidden fruit, and I shouldn’t take a bite.
“Please,” Carter begged, tears in his eyes. Desperate, that’s what he was. The schedules I’d given him worked most of the time. But he needed the physical contact.
I released his hair and cupped his jaw, fingers digging into his cheeks. “You crossed a line, boy. Now go sit on the couch and think about what you’ve done before I do something I’ll regret.”
There it was again, that daring glimmer in his eyes. His hands almost touched the thick bulge I sported, but he knew better. He receded, never breaking eye contact while I nodded and praised him, “Good boy.”
It took another fifteen minutes to clean up the kitchen and cool down. I felt sick thinking about what had just happened. Our kinky connection almost exposed because Carter loved to play with fire. He wasn’t an ordinary submissive. Not like the ones I’d read about online. He was cheeky as fuck. But there he sat, with his head bent and his hands resting on his thighs, waiting for me to come over.
“I am sorry, Daddy,” he whispered when I rounded the couch and stood in front of him.
“Look at me.”
Staring up at me from the couch, he worried his bottom lip, chewing the right side of it until it was raw and swollen. I hated that habit.
“Stop biting your lip,” I ordered and brushed my thumb over it. The moment we connected, Carter’s eyes slid closed, and the tension seemed to flow from him. It’s what he needed, my touch, my affection.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured when I dipped my thumb into his mouth, pulling his lower lip down.
“You gonna make it up to Daddy?” Arousal was beating rage into submission, shutting off my brain. I needed to punish him as much as he needed me to do it. He’d won.
I made him undo my jeans. Which he did with such enthusiasm, I almost forgot the way he’d behaved. Next, he pulled down my briefs, letting my pulsing erection jut free. He tried to catch it with his mouth, but first it slid over his cheek, a string of precum landing there. I’d never seen anything sexier.
I moaned at the way he worked me into his mouth. That tight and warm heat. That goddamn tongue teasing me. I placed my hands on the back of his head, helping him to take in more. I’d never had someone suck my cock like they fucking loved it. Until Carter did exactly that. He slurped and moaned, his hands at the back of my thighs pulling me in deeper. He was going wild, bobbing and pumping and making my knees shake. I freed my balls while he went at it, blinking up with those big brown eyes, glazed with lust.
“You’re doing so good,” I rasped, “make it up to Daddy.”
His nose nuzzled my pubes, and my balls drew up tight, the tension spiking to new heights, ready to burst. But I didn’t let him finish me. Instead, I yanked him off, eliciting a surprised cry when I spun him around on the couch so his body splayed out on top of it. Carter scrambled, waving his ass at me as though it were my prize. Which it was. But he had to learn he couldn’t risk what we had. Not like that.
Without even undoing his loose-hanging jeans, I tore them down his legs. Another yelp. His underwear and pants pooled around his knees. Gazing over his shoulder with his bare ass on display, I straddled him, my wet cock bouncing with the movement, hanging out of my undone jeans. Carter tried to prop up onto his elbows, but I pinned him down, one hand slamming between his shoulder blades.
“Stay, boy!” I hissed and rubbed my free hand over the globes of his perfect ass. I’d never seen an ass like that, so round and taut and just...yeah, perfect.
Then, the spanking began.
half my age,
my son’s friend,
and he calls me Daddy.
I brought him to his knees until he did the same to me.
“He was like a greedy little puppy, trying to please me. And goddamn, I needed him to need me.”
A May/December Romance with a sprinkle of Daddy Kink. After their first encounter in “Take it All”, Lost and Found explores how Dave and Carter’s relationship took root and blossomed.
As a standalone novella, Lost and Found features explicit adult m/m content, Daddy Kink, age gap as well as romantic elements. The book ends...well, let’s see how it ends, shall we?