Page 27 of Dear Daddy, Please Want Me

Maybe Saul didn’t want a boy. That was probably it. Levi knew that he was a Dom from the casual way these things were mentioned around the office when one worked for a kinky app, but he’d never mentioned being a Daddy Dom.

Or maybe he just didn’t want Levi.

That would suck. Levi blew out a breath as he clicked through another combination of attributes and watched the outputs. Click on one, PerfectDaddy was there. Click on another, poof. He was gone.

Story of his life.

Something flickered in the background and he listlessly switched windows.

It was a chat window, which bubbled up with a message: “Have you been naughty or nice?”

He knew that was the auto-response for the Santa letters. But it was from PerfectDaddy. Written to his JewBoy1 account. How could that…?

It took him a moment to understand what was happening, and then his brain went around in little circles chanting OMG! OMG! OMG! Because Saul was writing to him.

He looked up and found Saul looking stunned and maybe a little wary. His eyebrows knit, but broody Daddy was one of his favorites, too.

Levi smirked. He couldn’t help it. Saul was going to be his Daddy. He could feel it.

There were two buttons for “Naughty” and “Nice,” but he ignored them. He typed quickly in the chat box.

Hi Daddy!

I’ve been very nice. The best boy ever.

He looked up eagerly. Saul was looking all serious and sexy while he read.

Levi started to get nervous when he didn’t respond. Surely he’d read the reply at least a dozen times.

Slowly, Saul’s hands lifted to the keys. He typed something and there was an answering flash on Levi’s computer.

No, I think you’ve been very naughty.

Oh, yes please! But wait. Was that good naughty or bad naughty? Levi’s heart felt like it would beat out of his chest.

He watched Saul, but his face revealed only an intense concentration. What the hell did that mean?

He took a gamble and tapped out a reply. Go big or go home, he supposed.

Maybe I deserve spankings.

He held his breath as he sent it off and waited for Saul to respond. And waited. And waited.

Finally Saul looked up and met his eyes. Whatever he’d been thinking about solidified into something fiery and sure.

“Then I guess you’d better get over here. Shouldn’t you, boy?” His low alto voice cracked on the last word and Levi had never heard anything sweeter.

He practically tripped over his chair in his rush to get out of it.

Saul, completely composed, took a few long strides across the room and sank down on the middle of the couch. It only took the slightest nod for Levi to dive over his lap.

The stuff in both of their pockets was digging into his thighs and belly, and the leather-y stuff in the couch smelled funny when he pressed his face to it.

But it was perfect because it was real. So much better than anything he could have imagined.

Saul was going to spank him in his office. Saul was running soothing hands over his limbs, straightened him out from his awkward dive and putting him right where he wanted him.

“You want this?” Saul asked, voice husky.