Page 24 of B is for Baby Me (Classes in Kink #1)

Chapter twenty-three

Mind Games

Fletcher

I admit it. Our matchmaking skills are a bit rusty. What do you expect from a couple of confirmed bachelors like Simon and me? Perhaps Leah will have better luck introducing a domme to Bennett Senior. We’ll find out soon enough, I suppose.

But first, coffee.

When JR had suggested meeting at WLL a few days after the holiday rum ball party, I’d jumped at the chance. We’re meeting with his father and Simon before the Bennetts head to the airport. The Golden Gladiators are in the playoff semifinal at the Orange Bowl in Florida, which is remarkably inconvenient. I didn’t realize that football would take up so much of my protégé‘s spare time.

At least we have a few minutes alone to exchange gifts privately.

“It’s not much,” JR says as he passes a present to me across the table.

“Neither is mine,” I tell him as I hand him a similarly shaped gift. I’d tried to ask my sub what he wanted for Christmas, but he’d been a bit cagey with his response. I think he’s hiding something from me. Those spankings keep adding up.

As we tear off the wrapping paper, we roll our eyes and laugh. We’ve given each other the exact same gift.

“Great minds think alike?” JR shakes the bottle of body wash at me. “I know it’s your favorite, and I’ve been using up a lot of yours lately.”

“I like it when you smell like me,” I say, bumping our knees together under the table.

We smile at each other softly, soaking up a last-minute moment alone.

It doesn’t last long. “Well, well—look at the two Christmas turtle doves,” Simon drawls as he saunters over to where we’re seated.

I stand up and greet him with a hug. “Happy Holidays, Si.”

JR’s cheeks turn pink as he stashes our presents away in his backpack. “Have you ever been to this coffee shop, Sigh-Moan?”

“No, but I wouldn’t mind giving that barista a Whole Latte Love.” He gazes at the tattooed man behind the counter and licks his lips. “What are you both drinking?”

“We’re having Sleigh Ride to Heaven lattes,“ the football player tells him. “They taste just like a gingerbread cookie! Can I get you one?”

“Get us both one, Georgey-boy,” SR says as he walks over to our booth. “And a couple of those cinnamon rolls, too, while you’re at it.”

“I’ll get them.” I wink at JR before bumping fists with his father. After all the delicious food Simon and SR have prepared recently, it’s the least that I can do.

Strolling to the front of the coffee house with all of its kitschy holiday decorations, I place an order with the stoned barista before giving him a tip— ‘don’t smoke the mistletoe’ . While I wait for my friends’ caffeine and sugar, I think about the days ahead. The winter break is usually one of my favorite times of the year. No annoying undergrads to teach, time alone in my lab. Extra evenings at The Bent Gent , if I feel the need for some company. None of that sounds appealing. After spending so much time socializing this past semester, the thought of returning to my normal routine leaves me feeling almost… lonely.

When I return to our booth with the goodies, I overhear Simon discussing New Year’s Eve plans. “You’ll be back from your trip in time for my party, right? We simply must ring in the New Year together.”

“We’ll be there, Si,” SR says, “with a Bowl win under our belts.”

I narrow my eyes at JR’s father as I hand him a gingerbread latte. His son just finished taking his finals—he deserves to take a break and relax. Being pressured to win some silly game is the last thing the young man needs. “Don’t worry, Bennett. I’m sure you’ll do fine in Florida.”

JR stares at the table and nods.

“He’s gotta do better than fine ,“ Bennett Senior says. “There’s a lot riding on this game, Tom. A win for the Golden Gladiators means they’ll be headed to the National Championship.”

“Is that a fact?” Simon raises his eyebrows, smiling in thanks as I pass him his drink and snack. “I bet games like that are televised, aren’t they, George? Just imagine—JR on live TV!”

The football player shrinks a few inches in his seat.

“You can count on it, Si.” SR breaks off a piece of a cinnamon roll and pops it into his mouth. “Every football scout in the country will be watching those games. They’ll be analyzing each move my Georgey-boy makes. He can’t afford even a minor slip-up.”

JR’s face turns pale. He wipes a hand across his mouth, then pushes his coffee away.

This is simply unacceptable. Don’t they see how their words are affecting my sub? “Do you need some air, Bennett?” I ask as I rub his back.

SR glances at his son, his eyes widening when he sees his ashen skin. “Sorry, Junior—I wasn’t thinking. You know how I run my mouth sometimes. Don’t worry, it won’t be that bad. You’ll be fine.” His forehead wrinkles as he pats JR’s hand.

Simon gives me an apologetic look. “He’ll be better than fine. Won’t he, Tommy?”

I slide into the seat next to JR, gripping his hand under the table. When he glances up, our eyes lock. “You’ll be great , George Bennett Junior—no matter what challenges you face in life. There’s not a shred of doubt in my mind. I have complete confidence in you, now and always.”

JR swallows thickly, then squeezes my hand. “Thanks, Fletcher.”

Text me when you arrive, Bennett

Just landed! Dad says we’ll bring you back a bucket of sunshine ;)

Good night, Professor. Buddha and I are thinking of you

His Holiness the Dalai Lama sends his greetings

Merry Christmas! [photo: sun tanning in swim trunks by pool]

Merry Christmas to you, Bennett. No tan-lines here [photo: bare lower torso]

A few hours later…

Wish you were here [photo: selfie in mirror showing bare ass and tan-lines]

So do we [photo: dick pic]

Thinking about you, Daddy

I miss you, too, Ben. Your dom would like to get you a special gift for Christmas. Let me, baby boy

About that… there is something I want

Tell me. If I can give it to you, I will

You can say no. You’ll probably say no

Tell me

I was just thinking… that maybe we could stop using condoms?

Only if you want to. We don’t have to

Shit. Forget I said anything, OK?

I’ve never had sex without wearing a condom

With anyone. Ever

Stupid idea, sorry

I’m not saying no, but it is a serious request. I would need to get tested. Technically, you should, too

I already did… I’m good

I see

Are you one hundred percent certain this is what you want?

I want you to be my first again, Daddy. And I guess I can be your first, too

Oh, Ben

We won!

I watched on ESPN. You were magnificent

Did I earn a reward? I sure would like a kiss when I get back

You earned ALL of the kisses, baby boy — and I can hardly wait to give them to you

“Welcome to my humble abode,” Simon greets his guests at the door.

Good lord. This house is as humble as Sigh-Moan himself, which is to say not at all . The man takes hedonism to a whole new level. From the sumptuous furnishings to the fine (though erotic) art on the walls, Simon’s home is a magazine cover come to life. Only on closer inspection might one notice the variety of phallic-shaped objects… How the tie-backs on the lush velvet curtains are made from bondage rope and flogger tassels. There’s even an elaborate leather throne in one corner—the perfect place for a dom to reign over a kneeling submissive or two.

“Wow, your house is amazing!” I hear JR say from the elegant foyer.

“Are ya sure you wanna let in riffraff like us?” SR laughs in his usual booming voice.

Simon scoffs as he ushers them into the living room. “Don’t be silly. You’re the guests of honor!”

The Bennetts are here, at last. Not that I’ve been waiting. I set down my mug of hot buttered rum and rise to greet them. “Welcome back, gentlemen—and congratulations again on a well-played game. Where and when is the National Championship?”

“California in one week, Tom,” SR says as he gives me a side hug. “But don’t worry. I’ll get my boy back to you in time for the first day of class.”

“Florida, and then California?” the host of tonight’s party asks. “You football players certainly know how to do winter sports.”

“I played for Green Bay.” Bennett Senior snorts. “Trust me, most of the time we were freezing our nuts off.”

“Speaking of your nuts…” Simon’s eyes brighten. “Leah is bringing a friend to the party. I hear she’s from Russia! Isn’t that exotic?”

The older man glances warily toward the front door. “She’s not a friend of Gwendolyn’s, is she?”

“You’re safe, George.” I pat him on the back. “Gwendolyn won’t be coming tonight. Yelena is a colleague of Leah’s.”

“Yelena?” JR gives me a sideways glance, his eyebrows pulled together.

The doorbell rings and Simon grins. “That might be her now.” He waltzes toward the entryway, returning with Leah on one elbow and a platinum blonde on the other. Coach Becker trails behind as they make the introductions.

“SR, Yelena is developing an app for my start-up business,” Leah tells him. “You seem interested in apps. Maybe you and she could talk shop.”

George eyes the gorgeous blonde with suspicion—he’s obviously caught on to our match-making scheme. “Uh... Simon already found us a guy.”

The Russian beauty responds in a thick accent, rolling her R’s and pronouncing her W’s with a V-sound. “That’s wonderful, SR, though some projects require a woman’s touch. I take a firm hand with my work—the more challenging the project the better. Eventually, they all submit to my will.” She gives him a penetrating stare through her long, black lashes.

“Uh... would you like something to drink?” He backs toward a punch bowl on the wet bar.

At the same time, Coach Becker nudges JR with an elbow. “I’m surprised you aren’t at the frat party with your teammates, Bennett. I heard Rachel was planning on being there.”

The football player gives a visible shudder. “This is more my scene.”

“Speaking of scenes,” Simon cuts in, “Yelena, did you know that both of the Bennett men are heavily into the football scene? You like impact play—I mean, sports —don’t you?”

“American football is very popular in Russia,” she says, inspecting her sparkling silver manicure.

“You don’t say?” Bennett Senior hands her a Peppermintini from a tray.

Yelena accepts the drink with half-lidded eyes. “Yes, but I find it quite dull. I prefer the thrill of one-on-one strategy games.”

“Like chess?” he asks.

“And other mind games.” She licks the edge of her icy drink. “I enjoy the cat-and-mouse amusement that chess can provide. I like to corner my opponent... play with him for a while before I check my mate .”

SR grabs my arm. “Tom, can you help me for a minute?” He drags me into the hallway, JR following closely behind. When I point him in the direction of Simon’s kitchen, he pulls me toward the spacious room.

Once the door shuts behind us, George whispers, “What’s with the scary blonde? Is this another one of Simon’s set-ups?”

Good lord. It’s not Strike Two already, is it? “Leah thought you might have a few things in common,” I admit.

“Me and the Russian Ice Princess? But she doesn’t even like football!” He gazes at me with wide eyes, shaking his head in bewilderment.

His son bumps against his broad shoulder. “Not everything has to be about football, Dad. Don’t you think it’s time you started dating again?”

“You too, Junior?” SR asks him. “You know your mom was my one and only. That woman was as warm and bright as sunshine. She lit up the whole room when she smiled! How could an Ice Princess ever compare to my sweet Sunny?”

“She would want you to be happy, Dad,” JR whispers.

He gives him a gentle smile. “I am happy, Son.”

I let out a sigh. Strike Two, confirmed. “I’ll distract Yelena until the other party guests arrive,” I tell the Bennetts.

As I’m leaving the kitchen, I hear Bennett Senior say, “What about you, Georgey-boy? Are you happy?”

I stop just outside the door, listening to JR’s response. “Yeah, Dad... I really am.”

Smiling to myself, I stroll back toward the living room.

That makes two of us, Bennett.

Simon’s guests show up in a steady stream, and soon the house is brimming with merry-makers. SR and Coach Becker discuss strategy for the upcoming championship game while Yelena corners a short man wearing a bow tie. Meanwhile, Simon and Leah stand arm-in-arm, gossipping happily with the other guests.

After an acceptable amount of socializing, I tell JR, “I’ll make our excuses while you order an Uber.” Once I signal that the coast is clear, he makes a dash for the front door. Minutes later, we meet in the driveway.

“Simon is distracting your father for us, though it seems unnecessary,” I say. “Apparently, George is fond of hot buttered rum.”

“My dad is fond of hot buttered anything ,“ he laughs as the Uber pulls up.

We spend the brief ride to my house reconnecting after our week apart. As we pull up to my home, I hand the driver a handsome tip and wish him a happy New Year.

“Only forty-seven minutes left of the year, Professor,” JR tells me as we walk up to my front door.

“And I know just how we should spend them, Bennett.” I twine our fingers together. “I seem to recall that I owe you a kiss.”

“I think you owe me all of them, Sir.” He waits while I open the door.

“I guess I’d better pay up then, hadn’t I?” I say as I pull him inside.

We walk hand in hand to my bedroom, where we lazily undress one another. As we fall onto the bed, JR whispers, “I’ve missed you, Daddy.”

“I’ve missed you, too, Ben,” I murmur against his full lips. When I kiss along his jawline, his late-night stubble scratches against my own. “I need to be inside you, baby. Do you still want to forgo condoms?”

“Please,” he softly says.

While I kiss a path down his body, JR surrenders to our wordless love-making. I suck a fresh mark on his inner thigh, and he rolls over, silently asking for the most intimate kiss. I give him all of the kisses, as promised.

It doesn’t take long before he’s squirming, the sweetest moans coming from his throat. I press a slick finger against his hole, twisting it into his tight channel. After a few minutes of thrusting, I’m able to add a second finger.

JR breaks our silence with a quiet plea, “Daddy, I’m ready. I need you.”

“God, I need you, too, Ben.” Pulling out my fingers, I shakily rub lube over my bare cock before pushing it against his entrance. I slide into him inch by inch until my chest is flat against his back, my hard length buried to the hilt.

Nothing in the world compares to our skin-to-skin connection. How have I lived this many years, denying myself this simple yet immense pleasure?

He arches his back to meet my thrusts. “Thank you for my gift, Daddy. You feel so good inside me.”

“And you feel like heaven to me,” I groan. “God, I love fucking you, Ben.”

“I love you, too, Daddy,” he moans. “Oh! I mean—“

“I know what you mean, baby boy.” I kiss the freckle behind his ear as I pump my naked cock in and out of his body. “I love this , too. I love it so much.”

We continue moving together wordlessly, our bodies speaking for us. Neither of us notice when the clock strikes midnight. While the rest of the world commemorates the New Year with fireworks and cheering, we celebrate with gasps and quiet moans. Wrapped in a timeless moment—and in each other’s arms—we enter a new era where nothing comes between us.