Page 19 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Rowan

He walks his fingers up my costume and plays with the cravat. “Tell me what you want from me, Daddy.”

“It’s my job to keep you warm. Not yours to please me.”

“Can’t we do both? Keep each other warm? Please each other?”

I slide my hands to cup his arse and pull him hard against me. “It’s impossible not to want you.”

He licks his lips seductively. “Then have me, Daddy, however you want me.”

An image of him riding my cock, while kissing me and staring into my eyes, floods my mind. Followed by a sinking realisation.

“Fuck.”

“Yes, please.”

I shake my head. “That’s not what I mean. Well, yes, it is, but we can’t.”

He pouts. “Why not?”

“I don’t have supplies.”

“You might not, but I do. Some, anyway.”

“You have lube and condoms?”

He gives me an apologetic smile. “Lube, yes. Condoms? No. I always have lube in my wash bag when I’m away overnight for work. Hotel rooms can be lonely, you know.”

Now I’m imagining him in a dark hotel room, stroking himself off until he comes. I bet he has a beautiful orgasm face. Does he smile as he comes?

He leans close and whispers into my ear. “I always have a toy, too.”

My cock twitches. “What toy?”

“A dildo. I put my staff discount to good use. I hope it’s one of the toys you designed.” He nibbles my earlobe and sucks on it, while I slowly self-combust with need.

I have a new fantasy: watching him play with his toy. No. Not just watching. Telling him what to do. How to use it. How to pleasure himself. Controlling when and how hard he orgasms, all without touching him. Or me using it on him. Having him sprawled out on a bed, perhaps tied up, while I slide the dildoin and out of him. Which one is it? Elevated has so many, from realistic ones to fantasy ones, in every imaginable size to suit every arse.

Not having a bed isn’t the only thing standing between me and my fantasies.

“Your overnight bag is in the front of the car, boy.”

And we can’t lower the privacy screen so he can grab it, which means one of us would have to get out of the car to fetch it.

“Damn,” he mumbles. “I didn’t think that through.”

“Did you know we’d end up like this?”

“I hoped we would. Although I wasn’t sure you’d let your guard down enough to kiss me, let alone anything else.”

“I’m your boss.”

“Only sort of. Besides, who’s going to fire you? You?”

“I’m not going to fire myself.”

“Are you going to fire me?”

“No.”