Page 48 of Dear Daddy, Please Want Me

“I don’t think you get to decide that, do you? I’m tucking you into bed.”

Awww… Any disappointment he felt disappeared into a wash of warm pleasure. Because he wanted to fuck and touch and come, but even more, he wanted Daddy to tell him that he couldn’t do all of that and then snuggle him down into sleep.

So he dutifully brushed his teeth and did all of his nighttime things. Daddy seemed to be wandering around his living room, checking out his books and things.

That was nice. He wanted Daddy to know about him. He wanted Daddy to know everything.

He thought about coming out to the living room naked, which really was how he slept in the summer. But in the winter his apartment got a bit drafty with all of the damp cold and he usually wore a t-shirt and pajama pants.

He decided on honesty. Because if Daddy wanted to tuck him into bed, he wanted to be all snuggly and warm. There was something more intimate about Daddy seeing him in his favorite threadbare checkered pants and worn t-shirt than decked out for the club.

He wandered out to find Daddy checking out the Jewish section of his bookshelf.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Daddy’s eyes were soft.

Levi just ate up all of these nicknames. He’d never dated anyone who used them so much.

“Hey Daddy.” He leaned down for a kiss.

“You’re really into all this, aren’t you?” Daddy indicated the shelf.

“Yep. I mean… it’s kind of fascinating to me.”

“What would you recommend I read? Er, nothing too complicated or obscure, but I’m kind of curious since it’s that important to you.”

Levi was just going to die of happiness. He didn’t really care if he dated someone Jewish. And he definitely didn’t care if his Daddy was a Talmud nerd like he was. But it was nice to have someone who wanted to read what he read.

“Hmmm… I’d probably start with this book of Herschel’s essays. His writing is just beautiful, like he immerses himself in the moment but also makes you think. And… if you’re looking for something short, maybe this book of Jewish folktales and midrash. Each one’s only a page or two.”

“Moral Grandeur and Spiritual Audacity,” Saul read. “And Three Times Chai: 54 Rabbis Tell their Favorite Stories.” He pronounced chai, the word for life, properly with that throat-clearing sound on the ch. He still looked at the cover with confusion. “Ah, because chai is 18, so three of them is 54.”

“Yep.”

Saul hadn’t forgotten as much as he thought he had. Each Hebrew word could be read as a number, since the same symbols were used for both. Since chai had the numerical value of 18, it was considered to be a number of luck and good fortune. Three of them was just triply full of vitality and wellbeing.

“Thank you, babe. I’ll look these up.”

“No, borrow them.” He wanted Daddy reading his books, thumbing through the same pages.

Daddy put them on the table. “Thank you. Now, let’s get you into bed.”

Levi led him into his room, hoping that he liked what he saw. Daddy wasn’t looking around, though. He drew back the covers and Levi felt all melty inside.

Levi climbed in and stuck his feet under the blankets, pampered and delighted. “Cuddles, Daddy? Goodnight kiss?” He loved asking, just because he could. Even though Saul was still wearing shoes, he was sure he would get some of the doting attention that he couldn’t get enough of.

“Not yet, baby boy.” Daddy pulled up the desk chair to the side of the bed. “I believe I heard about something that makes you very tired.”

It took a minute for him to connect all of the dots. Daddy looked down at him, all sexy and commanding in his shirt and tie, while Levi was stretched out in front of him. His heart began to beat faster.

“Take out your cock.”

Oh, God. This was what he needed.

He’d known that Daddy was a Dom. He’d hoped that Daddy would want to take care of him. But nothing could have prepared him for this exquisite blend of adoration and control. He craved it.

With eager hands, he pulled his PJs down just far enough to reach his dick. There was something both dirty and tender about being asked to play with himself while Daddy “tucked him into bed.”

He was already half-hard from the phone scene this morning and all of the teasing at Swish. Even brushing his teeth had barely decreased his arousal when he sparkled with the knowledge that Daddy was in his apartment.