Page 115 of Love Lessons: Expanded Edition

Chapter 22

Landon

Landon woke up to a soft flutter across his cheek. He turned into it, feeling warm and cozy, and was rewarded by another caress along his jaw.

He blinked up sleepily into Dustin’s adoring face and slowly let the memories settle in. They were reinforced by the ache across his butt, the soft pajama pants tangled around his legs, and the throb in his cock that was still half hard.

Because Daddy was giving him what he needed and not what he wanted.

No wonder he had slept so well.

Not that it had been easy falling asleep. Daddy said he didn’t get to come, but he’d tried rubbing against Daddy anyway. It hadn’t worked, but he’d gotten something much better.

Daddy had trapped Landon’s legs with one thigh and just held his covered cock with a gentle, motionless hand. Then he’d curled up next to Landon’s shoulder and dropped off to sleep while Landon was lying there, feeling horny and defiant and so, so adored.

Time to get up, sleepy head.

Landon shook his head. He didn’t want to get up. And he, maybe a little bit, wanted to see what Daddy would do.

Just to make sure.

Five more minutes, then we have to start our day.

Landon pouted, but inside he couldn’t have been more pleased. Especially when Daddy played with his hair and stroked his ribs, making him feel tingly and horny and cherished.

After some interminable amount of time, which he trusted was exactly five minutes, Daddy said, Time to get up now.

Landon shut his eyes and shook his head. It was the opposite of what he’d been doing for the past two months. The opposite of what he’d been doing his entire life.

He wasn’t just saying no to getting up, but to taking responsibility and dealing with everyone’s problems including his own. He just didn’t want to do it.

And he wanted, no needed, to know that Daddy would step in. The differences between want and need were becoming increasingly clear to him.

Daddy yanked the blankets from the bed. You have ten minutes to get ready for the day, get dressed, and be in the kitchen ready for our run.

What?Landon expressed his displeasure with a broad sign. But inside his joy simmered.

If you’re able to be respectful and finish all of your chores and homework today, I have something special planned for you.

He tried not to look too interested, though he suspected that his joy was bubbling outside, too. What is it?

Daddy gave an infuriatingly calm shrug and left the room. Dammit. Whatever it was, he wanted it. And had his ten minutes already started or did it start now?

He hurried through his morning ablutions, even though peeing was difficult with his burgeoning erection. He added an extra pair of tight underwear under his shorts, feeling constricted and irritable and happy, all at once.

He was pretty sure he made it to the kitchen on time because he wasn’t reprimanded.

Daddy, he now noticed, was also wearing running shorts and his calves and thighs looked delicious. But even that couldn’t compete with his smile. Thank you for being responsible this morning. Please get yourself some breakfast and we’ll be leaving when you finish.

It’s OK. I’m not hungry. He often didn’t eat before he ran.

You didn’t eat last night, and I won’t have you running without protein and something to keep your blood sugar up. And you’ve told me that you get headaches sometimes when you don’t eat. So choose either cereal, yogurt, or toast and peanut butter.

Landon huffed, but inside he was beaming. Daddy wasn’t taking away his independence, but he was taking care of him and keeping him on a short leash. He grabbed a yogurt, because it was fastest, and Daddy gave him a kiss on the forehead.

He was doing well, and he could definitely earn his prize.

They ran about six miles, taking the route that Landon usually took through the park and chatting a bit as they ran. It was relaxing and Daddy had an easiness about him that he hadn’t had before.