A Daddy for Benito by Joe Satoria

5. BENITO

I wouldn’t say I used people, but I would say I knew how to get what I wanted from people, even people who did like to be called Daddy. I thought he was going to have a much sterner hand, and I thought he might have even put up a bit more of a fight. He thought he had all the control when he told me to get on my knees.

In the kitchen-dining area, I noticed a letter on the counter. Finally, figuring out that the H in Daddy H stood for Harry. It had been too long of a time since I’d been with Warren to remember any of his friends—even the I cheated with. It was a time in my life when I wasn’t exactly sure of myself and my role, so naturally, I gave in and thought my role was just to antagonise and make my partner angry, so they’d feel more dominant in bed.

Like I said, I didn’t know anything about my role back then. I knew it still hurt Warren, and I was sad about it—I was over it, but I was sad that it was now affecting the friendship I once had with Alexi.

Throwing myself on the bed to rate the firmness for fucking, I laid with my head on the pillow. There was the musk and vanilla I’d smelled on those hotel sheets. I was right, I did remember him from his smell.

I grabbed my phone to visit the forum.

BrattyBoy69: Hi, Alexi. I’m in Manchester now! Let me know if you want to meet up, we can talk about everything.

It was the second message I’d sent him today. He hadn’t replied to the message from yesterday, and I didn’t blame him. I suppose when he started messaging me again he would be happy I wanted to move. The last reply was from three days ago when he sent me a picture of the kitten he had. He had everything I wanted. I was a little envious, but he was different to me, and I’d been there and done that with Warren. I didn’t need another go-around on something that didn’t work the first time.

“Are you unpacking?” Harry spoke from behind me. “I put those flowers in a vase.”

I was stretched out on my belly across the comfy bed. I pressed on my hips to arch my back. It probably wasn’t even visible in the oversized T-shirt, but it was a feeling. And I felt good in this position. Sexual.

“Obviously not,” I said, turning my head to him. He stood in the doorway of the bedroom. Nearly naked, he wore loose boxers. He’d been commando earlier when I pulled his trouser down. “Oh.” He was shorter than me, but he fairly muscular. Thick in the waist. His shoulders broad. A thick block line tattoo around his forearm. I put my phone against the pillow.

“You’re making the room look untidy,” he said, a sort of seriousness in his eyes.

He was a clean freak. I noticed it in the car, but the way everything was in place. It looked like a show home. “Well.”

“Well what?”

Turning over in the bed, I sat upright. “Where can I put them?”

He smirked. “Good boy for asking.” He approached the double doors of the wardrobe.

Did he really just call me that? A tingle travelled up my neck and down my back. I liked it. I massaged the feeling flush on my skin. “But I’ll put my clothes wherever I want,” I said, “because I have so much of it, you might not have anywhere to put your clothes.”

“That’s fine,” he said.

“And we might need to change a couple things.”

“Whatever you want.”

Squinting, I looked at him. “You’re being nice,” I grumbled. “Why?”

“I’m rewarding you,” he said. “You did what I told you, you got down on your knees and sucked a seed that’s been building in me for a week.” He looked smug. I couldn’t have that; I definitely couldn’t have it from a Dom.

“It was a thank you,” I said, “I wasn’t following your instruction. If you think I was, then try again.”

Harry stretched out his arms, revealing the bushy armpits. He reached up until a light pop sounded. “If you say so.”

The prickling heat and fluster continued to travel through me. “Yeah, that’s what I’m saying.”

He nodded. “Sure. So, unpack, but make sure you have everything you need on hangers. And then later, I want to see you wear something really nice.”

“Have you bought me something really nice?”

He chuckled. “I’m going to shower, but I expect you to have started when I come out.”

“Ok.”

“Ok, what?”

“Ok, Sir.”

He smirked. “That works.” He approached, hooking a hand behind my neck. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “We also need to talk about the schedule later.”

“Schedule?”

He nodded. “I work Monday to Friday, and I worry about you staying home alone with nothing to do.”

“I do work,” I told him.

“Housework?” he asked. “Or a job. Because the last thing I want is for you to be struggling for work when I can provide for you.”

A smile touched my cheeks, caressing, and crashing against the heat. “Seriously?”

He stroked a hand beneath my chin, tilting it up. “It all depends on what you want to do,” he said, “I’ve been waiting ages to have you alone, and I don’t know what to do with you first.”

My tongue prodded at my bottom lip. “Well, you’ve already fed my lunch. And told me I had a list of terms to follow—and break. So, are you telling me not to get a job so I will get one?”

Harry smirked. He was intelligent. His confidence came with a cunning look. “Your first job is unpacking. A good boy will unpack and be rewarded.”

“But a—”

“A bad boy will be punished.”

Oh. He knew what he was signing up for, and he knew so much about me. I needed to dig around a little bit. Standing from the bed, taller than him. “You go shower, I’ll—” I gestured a hand to the suitcases he’d brought through to the bedroom. “Do something.”

I had all the time to have done my research on him. I hadn’t known his name, but it probably wouldn’t have been hard to figure out.

Harry left the bathroom door open, and once the shower began to rain down and echo, I went back into the living room. Harry had given me the grand tour, but I was sure all of that was for show. He had skeletons, and I wanted to know what they were. I was too curious not to know, and if it turned out he didn’t have anything to hide, then maybe he was boring—and I couldn’t have someone who was boring telling me what to do in life. If a man doesn’t have even the slightest bit of a flare, then what type of man is he—not the man or Daddy for me.

I knew the one place, every person had in their home, and that was a junk drawer, that’s where everything was going to be shoved from the light of day—just like secrets. I wanted to know his secrets.

The cupboards and drawers were neat and tidy. The plates matched the bowls, and they matched the cups. Everything was in order and organised. He was a clean freak alright. He’d even taken the rest of his clothes off after I blew him. And—

It made sense.

He didn’t sleep over or stay the night because it wasn’t his bed.

I let out a gentle chuckle. It was either giving in and giving it up to him, but there was no fun in falling on my back and letting him win. I had the ammunition to play.

Stepping away. I sucked in a deep breath. The realisation I was going down a path that excited me with thrilling throbs in my underwear. I’d done this before, several times already, thinking this was what someone wanted, and then it all crumbled and fell flat. Perhaps I needed to see these terms for myself to know exactly what I was up for. It was all fun and games until someone got hurt.

And I never got hurt.

In the bedroom, Harry stood on a towel on the floor. His cock lick a thick salami sausage dangling in place. He cocked a hand on his hip, staring at me. “You haven’t started unpacking.”

“I—I was going to,” I said, “but I’m feeling rebellious. I hope Daddy isn’t mad.”

He snapped his fingers. “Go take a shower.” He commanded with a stern voice. I almost saw his cock flinch.