A Daddy for Benito by Joe Satoria

7. BENITO

Harry didn’t stick around or cuddle at the table after he came. He tapped my ass a little, and then walked off. I waited, exhausted, splayed out across the dining table. Perhaps he was going to come back, I was too tired from all the travel to do anything other than wait.

I heard the shower in the quiet. A gentle patter.

His dick left me feeling like I had a hole inside me. And I did. His dick was so thick, I recalled the last time we fucked. I remember throwing his card away, but only because he didn’t cuddle. He got to fuck and see me dressed like this. The least he could do was cuddle me.

My cum had made a small pool on the wood floor. I liked the way the clothes felt. It made me feel the way my Sailor Moon clothes made me feel, the cosplay element, mixed in with the sexualisation. I really liked that. It was also my favourite thing to dress in while I watched whatever I could find of the series online. It was my all-time favourite.

On the train ride up, being able to watch whatever I wanted without the gnawing I don’t know what I’m going to do with the rest of my life seemed to lighten from the back of my mind. It wasn’t there anymore, there wasn’t anything telling me I was going to be alone forever. If I could get Harry to want to cuddle me, and not want to clean himself off after getting his dick wet a little, then maybe this could work.

I liked him. I liked his dick a lot too, he was playful. He had a quiet power and ballsy energy.

Feeling the residue of lube on my hole was an odd sensation. But I was annoyed.

I settled on the hard sofa. It felt like it hadn’t been broken into or sat on before. I grabbed the remote form the coffee table. The flowers were there too. Annoyed he bought me flowers, but couldn’t cuddle. While Harry was doing whatever he wanted, I was going to do what I came here to do, and that was watch Sailor Moon and have someone look after me.

“Making yourself comfortable,” Harry said, appearing from the bedroom. I hadn’t even noticed; I was too focused on working the smart TV. “Good.” Glancing at him briefly, he hadn’t washed himself fully, only his cock. His pubic hair and hairy legs were wet with water.

“Do you ever watch TV?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Not really. I’m usually busy.”

I looked at him, immediately locking eyes with him. He had a small towel, drying at himself. “How will you have time for me then?”

He smiled. “I’ll make time for you.”

“Will you? Because you just left me in there without saying anything.”

“Oh.” His brows rose up his face as his eye appeared to droop. He looked like a puppy for a moment. Quickly, he returned to inhaling and puffing out his chest. “Tell me what you want, you can have terms too.”

Sitting upright against the stiff couch, I tucked my legs beneath each other. “I want cuddles,” I said. “After sex. And I want gifts. I also want to be able to watch my favourite anime. And I want money, so I can do whatever I want during the day while you’re at work.”

Harry cracked a smile. “You’re feeling a bit bossy.” He approached, kneeling on the floor. He placed a hand on my foot from the edge of the couch. “How about—” He stroked a hand up my foot and ankle. “You follow the rules, and you make sure you’re always nice and clean, and you’ll get rewards.”

“What kind of—”

“Deal or no deal?” he asked, extending a hand.

I wanted to know what kind of rewards I would get, and whether or not he wanted me to shower before and after every time we were going to have sex. “Deal.”

Standing, his cock attached to the inside of his thigh. He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “So, you should unpack. If you tell me what you like to eat, I’ll go to the supermarket now and be back with treats. I think I remember reading something you liked on the forum.”

“Never had someone admit they were a stalker before.”

He kissed my forehead again. Pulling away once again, he was giving me the affection I wanted with the cuddle. His hand stroked beneath my chin. “Call it research, it’s what I do best.” He stood and paused. “And please close the drawers once you’ve finishing snooping.” He winked.

“As far as food goes, I’m not fussy,” I said. “Also, what’s the Wi-Fi? I ran out of data on my phone.”

He nodded. “You can have it after you unpack.”

My brows immediately winced. He was still trying to get me to do things. I knew what he was doing, and he knew what he was doing too. “I’m going to unpack anyway,” I told him. “You might as well just give me it, or I could refuse.”

“And if you refuse, you don’t get any surprises from the supermarket,” he said. “I know you like surprises.”

I loved gifts. “I’ll do it,” I said, “but then I want Sailor Moon, gifts, Wi-Fi password, and food.” I listed on a hand, my other hand clutching at the pink satin wrapped around my waist with the outfit.

He nodded. “And you have to be a good boy for all of that.”

Everything seemed so together, it was hard for me to believe he would have wanted me to have all my things litter the place. It didn’t seem like something he would ever want. He was clean, and he liked everything to be clean. He didn’t even have a junk drawer. Maybe that’s something I was going to change while being here, that would have been an achievement to hold. He was going to be taming me, that’s what all the Doms wanted to do when they came across a brat. I broke more fake Doms than had ever even tamed an inch of me.

I nodded back at him. “I’ll do it.”

“And do you like the first gift?” he nodded, gesturing to the clothes I was in.

It was nice, it didn’t feel like any of the edges were frayed and the fabric didn’t itch or scratch at my skin. It was expensive, probably. “Who gave you my measurements?” I asked, wondering how he knew it was going to fit like a glove.

“Your basic measurements are on your profile,” he noted.

My cheeks rouged a little, trying to think about all the gifts men had asked and tried to send over the years. The measurements were essential. I liked gifts, and I had a wish list online where men could buy them for me.

There was little wiggle room in both the clothes and my current situation. I had to unpack, but that meant all of this was going ahead, and I wasn’t sure how much of me was agreeing with that decision. I couldn’t go back to London, and staying here was going to be exhilarating, but I was scared of the potential commitment.

He dressed in a pair of blue jeans with the ankles of them rolled. He paired it with a loose light blue T-shirt. He looked very casual compared to the way he looked when we’d first met. He was in a shirt, he had a pair of tight trousers on, and he smelled like expensive cologne. The musky vanilla.

I sat on the edge of the bed watching him, my suitcases flat on the floor, both of them spread open. I didn’t know where to begin.

“I’ll be back in an hour,” he said. He kissed me on the cheek. “Take as much space as you want. While you’re here, I want you to be comfortable.”

“My favourite food, since you asked,” I started, catching myself in wonder at what my favourite food actually was, and maybe what he wanted to hear my favourite food was. “I like yoghurt best. Strawberry and raspberry.” It’s what I mostly lived off, they had everything I needed in a diet.

“Just yoghurts?”

“And chocolate.”

He nodded. “Anything else?”

“Pink lemonade.” I was just trying to be difficult now. “Thank you.”