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Ryker

My heart fucking breaks as I watch Ollie go to make his own bottle. Then I watch him deflate when he changes his mind.

I don’t move a muscle as he makes his way to his bean bag, wiping his face. He then lays himself down. Gets his own toy. Covers himself up. And sticks his thumb in his mouth.

Pulling out my phone, I shoot a very angry text to Steel.

“Why the fuck is there no Domme in here to take care of Ollie? He was going to make himself a fucking bottle and then seemed to lose interest. What the fuck, Steel? He comes here to relax and fall into Baby headspace, but he can’t do that because there isn’t any fucking one here to fucking help him.”

I’m so angry I could spit fire.

“There is a Domme there. She has long black hair. Wears glasses. Tall. She fucking better be in there.”

I look around the room until I spot her. She’s in a chair in the far corner of the room, looking at her fucking phone with a smile on her face. Holding my phone up, I take a picture and send it.

“Is this your Domme? Because if it is, she isn’t doing her fucking job. She’s nothing more than a shitty babysitter.”

I send the message and just watch the woman for several moments. Not once does she look up.

“I’m not paying her to fucking babysit. Damnit. How often does she neglect them? Mother fucking son of a bitch. Who else is there without a Daddy or Mommy?”

Glancing around, everyone apart from Ollie and Knox seems to be cuddled against a Dom.

“Just Knox. But he seems perfectly content in front of the TV.”

I take a picture and send it to Taylor.

“Your Little boy sure does love this movie.”

Walking over, I lean down and whisper in his ear.

“Back up, Little boy. You’re going to get a headache sitting that close.”

Knox looks up and smiles.

“I has a hard head,” he whispers back. “Papa tells me that all the time.”

“I’m sure he does,” I chuckle. “But scoot back anyway.”

Sighing, he does as I say. The fact that this room has about seven Daddys, Three Mommys, and one Domme currently here, and not one of them told him to scoot back floors me.

“Scoot his ass back some. There isn’t anything wrong with his vision.”

“Already did. However, out of the ten Doms/Dommes in this room, not one of them has told him to do so. I think some of these asshats need to be re-vetted.”

“Agreed. Steel is fucking livid right now. I’m glad you caught what you did. Even if it is heartbreaking. Ollie needs a strong Daddy to take care of him. Know anyone who might be interested? I could probably talk to a couple of friends and see if they are.”

“Fuck you.”

He doesn’t respond, but I just know the fucker is laughing.

I look back at Ollie, and he’s staring at me with wide eyes. Gasping, he removes his thumb and tucks it under the blanket. Is he afraid of getting in trouble?

My poor Baby.

Walking over, I smile down at him.

“Would it be alright if I watched this movie with you?”

Please, don’t say no. I hold my breath and wait for him to work through his thoughts.

Then he nods. Thank fuck.

I want to crawl on the big-ass bean bag chair and pull him close, but I won’t push it. I sit down on the floor and lean against the side of it.

“Thank you, Little one,” I whisper. “I love your duckie jammies. They’re very cute.”

He smiles.

“I haven’t seen this one yet,” I whisper, pointing to the movie. “Is it any good?”

Moving his thumb back up to his lip, he rubs it back and forth before nodding.

I adjust myself to where it looks like I’m watching the movie, but I can still see Ollie’s face. It takes a few minutes before he fully relaxes. He slides his thumb close to his lips several times before pulling away.

He’s licked his lips twice and keeps swallowing.

He needs water.

An idea comes to me, but it’s risky.

“I’ll be right back, alright,” I say. “I’m just going over to the kitchenette.”

His eyes widen, and sadness flows over his features.

“I’ll be right back, baby boy,” I say. “I promise.”

He nods, but I can tell he doesn’t believe me. How many people have abandoned this boy?

Taking a chance, I lean in and kiss his forehead.

“Just a few minutes,” I promise.

“Be quiet. We’re supposed to be watching a movie.”

Ollie’s eyes lose light, and he digs himself further into the chair. I send my most pissed-off glare toward the voice, the fucking Domme, but she doesn’t even look up. She’s still smiling down at her phone.

I’ve never hit a woman, but I am damn close to it right now.

Fucking bitch.

Smiling down at Ollie, I jump up and head to the kitchenette. I grab the large baby bottle and fill it with water. Then I grab some soft cheese puffs and some wipes.

Time to show this Baby how he’s supposed to be treated. Before heading back, I send another text to Steel.

“If I kill this bitch, can one of your buddies get rid of the body?”

“Don’t fucking talk like that over the phone. And yes. But no killing in the Little room. It would be a bitch to get blood off those colorful walls.”

Shaking my head, I walk back to Ollie. I place the bottle and snacks on the floor next to me, and Ollie’s eyes widen.

“Alright, baby boy,” I whisper. “I know you don’t know me, and I know you’re scared, but would it be alright if I took care of you for a while? You don’t have to say yes, Little one. I will still lie beside you and watch the movie. But, if you do say yes, I promise to be very good. And I’ll have you know that I’m a champion at cuddles. What do you say?”

He’s reluctant. He’s scared.

“Will you gets mad if I don’t talk?” he asks so quietly that I almost missed it.

Right now, he sounds like a Little. I wonder if he drops to Little Headspace when he’s too scared to go deeper.

“Not even a little, baby,” I say. “As long as you don’t get mad if I talk too much.”

Giggling, he shakes his head.

“Shhhh.”

This time, I catch her fucking eyes as she looks our way. Fear clouds her face, and she knows she messed the fuck up. I hold her stare until she looks away.

I’ll deal with her later.

“Can I pick you up?” I ask as I return my attention to Ollie.

Again, it takes him several moments before he nods.

He starts to move, but I shake my head.

“Babies can’t stand, silly,” I remind him as I lift him into my arms and flop us both down on the bean bag chair, him sitting sideways on my lap. “Let me take care of you, Ollie. You fall as deep as you need.”

Adjusting us so we can both see the TV, I grab the bottle and press it to his lips.

“Drink your water, baby,” I say. “Drink the whole bottle, and you can have a cheesy snack.”

Ollie hesitantly opens his mouth and reaches for the bottle.

“No,” I say. “Let me, sweetheart. You just settle in my arms and watch the movie. Everything is going to be alright. I’ve got you now.”

Lowering his hands, I place the nipple in his mouth and relax back.

“Such a good boy,” I praise, kissing his forehead. “Such a very good boy.”

For Daddy. But I haven’t earned that title just yet.

Nothing has ever felt so… Fucking… Right.

When the bottle is empty, I set it aside and grab a puff.

“Open up, Little one.”

He does, and I gift him with a cheesy puff. Even in the dark, I can see his blush. Hell, I can feel it.

My body reacts to his closeness. He’s so sexy as a man and so fucking adorable as a Baby.

After his snack is gone, he rubs his bottom lip with his thumb, and I smile.

Using the wipe to clean my hands, I gently shove his away from his lips.

Time for a little test. I’ve always dreamed of a Baby boy who would let me control absolutely everything while they’re in Baby headspace. Let’s see if he would even be willing.

“Your skin is much too delicate for you to be sucking on it for a long time,” I whisper against his head. “Use mine, baby. Use my thumb.”

Glancing up at me, I smile and nod.

Use me, baby boy. Fucking use me. I’ll take care of you in all ways. I’ll take care of your Baby, and I’ll take care of your Big.

I don’t say that to him, but I sure as fuck plan to.

I cup his face with my left hand and rub my thumb against his bottom lip the same way he did. I press gently, not forcing the issue but asking for entry.

I can tell he’s nervous.

“Open for me, Ollie,” I beg. “Let me inside.”

I mean that in more ways than one. Let me inside your heart. Let me inside your mind.

Finally, he opens. I slide into his mouth and can’t help it as my cock hardens. I would never do naughty shit while he’s in Baby headspace, but my cock doesn’t seem to care.

Bastard.

Ollie’s lips close around my thumb, and his eyes flutter shut as he takes a tentative suck. My heart squeezes in my chest. He’s trying so hard to let go, to trust me.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, stroking his cheek with my fingers. “Good boy. You’re such a good boy for me.”

His shoulders relax slightly, and I can feel the tension melting away as he leans into my touch. I stay completely still, letting him set the pace. His lips form a seal around my thumb, his soft sucking slow and hesitant at first, then growing steadier.

I don’t move. I don’t rush. I just stay present for him, watching the way his body shifts, the way his breathing evens out.

“You’re safe with me, Ollie,” I say softly. “Always safe.”

He peeks up at me through his lashes, and there’s something raw in his gaze. Something fragile but also hopeful. It’s like he’s testing me, seeing if I’ll hold steady or crumble under the weight of his need.

“I’ve got you, baby boy,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “All of you. Anytime, anywhere.”

He sucks a little harder on my thumb, and I feel his hand clutching the edge of my shirt. It’s a small movement, but it’s everything.

“Do you want to lay down?” I ask after a few minutes, my voice low and soothing. “I can hold you while you rest.”

He hesitates for a moment, then nods, his grip on my shirt tightening.

Gently, careful not to remove my thumb, I roll us onto our side, his head resting on my arm. He curls into me like he belongs there, and my arms instinctively tighten around him.

I can’t see the TV, but I don’t fucking care. Ollie can, and I can see him. That’s all that matters.

“You’re doing so good, Ollie,” I murmur against his hair. “Just relax. I’ve got you.”

He hums softly, and for the first time tonight, I feel him completely let go.

Big Ollie is gone, and I have an armful of Baby.

My Baby.

The movie eventually ends, and everyone moves around to go potty. Ollie is fast asleep, and I have half the mind to wake him up. If he’s in Baby Headspace, he might accidentally pee himself. Carefully, I reach down and stroke his ass. The crinkle sound makes me smile.

I don’t know if it’s a good diaper, but it doesn’t matter. If my Baby wets himself, I’ll just clean him up.

So, I let him sleep.

Once everyone returns, snacks and drinks are grabbed, and a second movie starts. Knox glances down at Ollie on his way back, and tears fill his eyes.

“Thank you,” he says.

That wasn’t Little Knox talking to me. That was Knox crying for his friend.

I nod, and he heads back to his spot right in front of the TV.

“Knox,” I say, trying not to wake Ollie. “Back it up.”

Sighing, he scoots, but I catch the small smile before he turns back around.

Halfway through the second movie, Blaze and Steel sneak into the room and head straight towards me. This is the same spot Ollie was sitting in when I first saw him. Maybe it’s his favorite spot, seeing as how these two knew exactly where we were.

They both sit on the floor but don’t say a word. They simply look at their little friend in my arms, my thumb in his mouth. He’s no longer sucking, but occasionally, he’ll latch back on. So, I keep it where it’s at.

“Fuck, brother,” Steel says. “I’ve never seen him look so at peace.”

“If he wasn’t in your arms, I would kiss you right now,” Blaze says. “Holy fuck, man. He needs a man like you.”

“No,” I glare. “He doesn’t need a man like me. He just needs me .”

“Last warning, and you’ll have to leave.”

“I’m going to shoot her,” I tell the men. “Right in the fucking face.”

I look over and beg the bitch to look this way. Just a small glance.

“I love this movie,” Blaze says out loud. Ollie jumps a bit but latches onto my thumb and falls back to sleep. I’d be pissed if I didn’t know what he was doing.

“Alright, out.”

The woman stands and waltzes right over to us. Not once looking up from her phone. When she gets to the bean bag, she sighs and looks right at me.

I smile when she notices her bosses sitting on the floor, looking massively pissed.

“I’m so sorry, sirs,” she stammers. “I didn’t realize it was you.”

Ollie stirs and I hush him and slightly rock until he’s back to sleep.

“Why are you touching that boy?” she asks as if she’s only just noticing Ollie. “He’s to be left alone at all times. Right, bosses?”

“By left alone, do you mean not taken care of?” Steel asks quietly but no less angry. “Our office. Now.”

Steel stands and ushers her forward, but Blaze takes another look at Ollie.

“You’ll take care of him?” he asks. “You’ll love him like he deserves?”

“On my honor, Blaze,” I answer. “He’ll never again be afraid to be himself.”

He spends a few moments searching my eyes. Finding his answer, he nods and walks away.

Holding Ollie a little tighter, I chuckle when he latches back onto my thumb. When I have my Baby in my home, I plan to fall asleep just like this for the rest of our lives. My Baby doesn’t need a paci. He can fall asleep sucking on my thumb.

Or my cock. Yeah, if he wants to use my cock as a paci, I’d be okay with that too. Not in a sexual way. But in a Daddy/Baby way. I wouldn’t expect him to suck me off, just for comfort.

Well, his comfort. Fucking torture for me.

I can’t wait. I hope it’s something he wants.

When the second movie ends, all the Little’s get up and stretch. The lights come back on, and the chatter picks up. A few couples leave, but it’s still loud enough that Ollie wakes with a start.

I glance down at him and smile, but I don’t remove my thumb. He’s latched on, and I’m trying to figure out which Ollie I’m dealing with.

“Do you want to go play?” I ask.

He nods but doesn’t say a word.

“Do you want to try and go potty first?” I ask. “I know that you’re wearing a diaper, and it’s okay to use that instead.”

Fear fills his eyes, and I want to kick my ass. Steel told me that one of those so-called Daddies punished him for using a diaper.

“Don’t be scared, baby boy,” I say. “Whatever you’re comfortable with. Do you want to go potty?”

He nods, and I gently remove my thumb.

“Such a good baby boy,” I praise.

His eyes light up. Something I’ve noticed happens when he’s told he’s good.

My Baby has a praise kink, does he? That’s okay. So do I.

Standing, I lift him in my arms and carry him to the bathroom.

Hmm, how am I going to do this? He can’t stand right now.

“I need to lay you down on the changing table and remove your pants and diaper, alright?”

He’s scared again. But that’s okay. I can work around it. I want that Daddy title so badly I can taste it. I’ll give him the sun if that’s what it takes.

Laying Ollie down on the changing table, I cover his ears and yell.

“Knox.”

“Yeah?” he says, rushing into the room. “Did he has an accident? Please, don’t be mad. He’s a good Baby.”

Fury.

I wonder if Steel killed the man who hurt him for using his diaper. I’ve never actually killed someone, but if he was standing here right now, I’d put a bullet between his eyes.

“He is a good Baby,” I say. “I just need to get him out of his pants and diaper so he can go potty. But he’s a bit scared. Would you hold his hand for me?”

Nodding, he walks to Ollie’s head and holds his hand.

Some of the fear leaves my Baby’s face. Good.

Making quick work, I remove his pants and diaper.

“Up you go, baby.” Lifting him, I place him down on the toilet. “You go potty and Da… And I’ll wait for you right here.

Nothing happens, and I catch him glancing at Knox. Is this too intimate to do with his friend?

“Knox, can you go get some toys ready for us to play with?” I ask.

“Can it be Legos?” he asks excitedly.

“Ollie is too small for Legos,” I smile. “Maybe blocks. But, as long as we’re careful to keep them out of reach, I’ll play Legos with you and blocks with Ollie. Sound good?”

“Is that okay, Ollie? Can your…uhm… Can Ryker play with both of us?”

Ollie gives his friend a look that says, what a silly question before nodding.

“Yes,” Knox cheers as he leaves the room.

“Go potty, baby boy,” I chuckle.

Almost immediately, he pees a sigh of relief.

“You were holding that for a while, huh?” I chuckle. “Alright, back on the table. I’m going to clean you up real quick and put your diaper and pants back on. Do you want me to get Knox for you first?”

Thinking it through, he shakes his head.

Good boy.

Once he’s on the changing table, I take a wipe to his penis and balls, making sure all the urine is cleaned off so it doesn’t dry on his skin. Then, I grab one of the diapers stored below the changing table and quickly secure him back up.

With his pants back on, I lift him and carry him back to the play area.

“It’s midnight, so I’m thinking we play for an hour, and then you need to go home and get some rest.”

His eyes tear over, and I want to scream.

“You’re tired, baby,” I explain. “You need to eat a big dinner and sleep a good sleep. But first, let’s play.”

I spend the next hour playing with both Knox and Ollie. Tonight is the most relaxed I’ve been in a very long time.

“Let’s go, Pup,” Taylor says around one in the morning. “You’re going into the office and sleeping. If I let you stay in here, you’ll play the whole time.”

“Oh, man,” he whines. “Wait, what if Big Knox wakes up? Can’t he stay awake longer?”

“I don’t care if you’re Big, Little, or suddenly become Baby Knox,” Taylor says. “You’re going to sleep. Have a good night, Ollie. Call us if you need anything. Be sure he eats before he leaves.”

“I’ve got him,” I say.

Knox quickly picks up his Lego mess before following his Papa.

“Is it alright if I take you home?” I ask Ollie. “I want to make sure you’re safe.”

Sighing, he rotates his shoulders and cracks his neck. It’s almost as if he’s shaking off the Baby.

I don’t like it. But I also can’t let him go home alone when he’s fully regressed.

“Hey there, baby,” I smile when I see the man before me. It’s in his eyes. I can just tell he’s not my Baby right now. He stands, and for the first time, I can see how massively different we are in size. He really is my little Baby. “I don’t believe we’ve actually met.”

Blushing, Ollie accepts the hand I hold out.

“I’m Ryker Cross,” I say.

“Is that your real name?” he asks. His voice is still soft but much clearer than I’ve heard so far.

“Yes, it is. And what’s your name?”

“Ollie Anderson,” he says shyly.

“And is Ollie Anderson your real name?” I tease.

“No,” he giggles. “It’s actually Oliver Keith Anderson. But I like Ollie better.”

“I think I like Ollie, too,” I say. “Let’s go eat, and then I’ll take you home.”

“Here you go,” Knox says, bursting through the door and handing me a takeout bag. “Papa ordered burgers. Bye, Ollie. By Ollie’s… uhm… Ryker.”

“Bye,” Ollie waves.

“Yum,” I say, guiding Ollie to a table. “I hope there’s onions on mine.”

Ollie makes a face and shakes his head. He rubs his thumb against his lips.

I fucking hate what I’m about to do.

“You can’t regress again, baby,” I tell him as I pull out his burger. I’m not helping, considering I’m checking his food to make sure he doesn’t choke on something. “I can’t allow you to go home alone while you’re regressed.”

Sighing, he drops his hand.

“I know,” he says softly. “I hate being Big.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I tease as I hand him his food. “Being Big has its advantages.”

“Name one,” he says.

“Easy. I get to hear your voice. While I loved playing with your Baby, I’m just as happy to get to know you. I can’t do that without your voice. Shall I name another?”

A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he nods.

“When you’re Big, you can stand up,” I say. “Which means you can dance with me. Another?”

His face turns a beautiful red, and he nods.

“Big Ollie can eat things like burgers and fries,” I say. “Baby Ollie most definitely can’t. Another?”

Giggling, he nods.

“Baby Ollie is my baby,” I say. “I’ll play with him, take care of him, and make him feel cherished and safe. And while I’ll do the same thing to Big Ollie, there’s one huge advantage.”

“What?” he asks.

I lean in, letting my voice drop, slow and smooth. My lips are so close to his ear that I feel him shiver.

“Big Ollie can handle things Baby Ollie can’t.” I move my hand across the table, brushing against his, and I see the way his breathing hitches.

“Like what?” he whispers, his voice barely audible.

“Like the way I’d kiss you,” I murmur. “Deep and slow, tasting every part of your mouth until you’re trembling against me.”

His cheeks flush a deeper red, and his eyes dart down to his burger, but I don’t stop.

“When you’re Big, I can press you against a wall,” I continue, my voice just above a whisper, “pin your wrists above your head and claim you in ways that’ll leave you breathless.”

I slide my hand over his, holding it gently but firmly, my thumb brushing slow circles against his skin.

“I’ll take my time, Ollie. I’ll explore every inch of you. Your body, your thoughts, your desires. I’ll learn how to make you moan, how to make you beg.”

He swallows hard, and I catch the way his thighs shift like he’s trying to steady himself.

“And when I make love to you, I’ll give you everything. I’ll worship you, Big Ollie. I’ll make you feel so damn loved that nothing else in the world will matter but us.”

He finally looks up at me, his lips parted, his pupils blown wide.

“Still hate being Big?” I ask, smirking slightly.

He blinks at me, utterly speechless, and I reach out to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Think about it, baby,” I murmur. “Because when you’re ready, I’ll be right here.”

And with that, I lean back and take a bite of my fry, acting as if I didn’t just set his whole world on fire.

“Eat your burger, baby. I need to get you home.”

He nods, picking up his burger and taking a bite. I watch him closely, telling myself it’s for his safety. But that’s a lie. A bold-faced one. I’m mesmerized by the way his jaw moves when he chews, the soft curve of his lips against the bun.

“You’re so damn sexy, Ollie,” I say, grabbing my burger to distract myself. “Stop messing with me, boy. I’m starving.”

Laughing, he throws a fry at me.

“You’re something else,” he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. “But you should probably know something about me.”

“I want to know everything about you,” I say, leaning in slightly.

“I’m scared of you,” he admits softly.

“I know, baby.” My voice gentles as I offer him a warm smile. “But it won’t take long for you to realize that all I want is to make you happy. I’m drawn to you in ways I can’t even put into words. I want to hold you, protect you, love you. I want to be your Daddy, to chase away every fear you have. Do you think you can be brave enough to give me a chance?”

“I’m a Baby,” he says, his voice quiet but firm. “I’m clingy. I don’t talk much. And I hate being alone. Those are just a few reasons people have left me in the past.”

“Well, I’m a Daddy,” I say, my tone steady. “I’m easily jealous. I talk way too much. And I’d want you attached to my hip all day long. Literally. You’re small enough that I can just carry you everywhere. Sounds like the perfect match to me.”

He looks at me, something unreadable in his expression. “I had a Daddy once,” he says finally. “But he died.”

“I know, baby. I’m sorry you lost someone you cared about.”

Jealousy flares for a moment, but it fades quickly. Someone else had him first. I’ll just have to make damn sure I’m his last.

“I didn’t love him like that,” Ollie says, shaking his head. “I mean, I loved him, but we weren’t in love. We were just friends. He was my caregiver. We were comfortable, but that’s it. We never kissed, never even snuggled.”

Relief washes over me, though my heart still aches for him.

“Do you think he would’ve liked me?” I ask, testing the waters.

A small smile tugs at his lips. “Mmmhmm. I think I like you, too.”

“Is that so?” I tease, leaning forward. “Does that mean you’re going to give me a chance?”

“Yeah,” he whispers, looking down at his food.

“To be your man and your Daddy?” I ask, needing to hear it again.

“Yeah,” he says, barely audible.

“Thank you, baby.” I reach out, gripping his chin gently and tilting his face up until his eyes meet mine. “I’m going to earn both of those titles. I hope you’re ready for me, Ollie. I’m not easy, and I sure as hell don’t plan to go slow. But I promise to be careful with you. Trust me?”

His lips part, his voice almost a whisper. “I don’t even know you... but yeah, I do.”

A slow smile spreads across my face as I lean in, savoring the moment. Finally, fucking finally, I get to taste him.

I pull back from the kiss just enough to look into his eyes. He’s breathless, his cheeks flushed, and I know I need to stop before I devour him right here. But damn, he makes it hard.

“You’re making this impossible,” I say, voice low and rough as I sit back. “I’m starving, baby, and not just for food. But I need to eat if I’m going to have the energy to keep up with you.”

He giggles softly, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. “I didn’t mean to distract you.”

“Yeah? Well, you’re too damn good at it,” I say, reaching for my burger with a pointed glare at him. “Now eat, or I’ll have to feed you myself.”

He picks up a fry and nibbles on it, still watching me like he’s not sure what’s happening between us. Hell, I barely know either. All I know is that I want him in every way.

When we finish, I glance at him, my resolve tightening. “Let’s get you home.”

“Okay,” he says, his voice soft, almost hesitant. “I uh. I don’t drive. I’ll need to get to the bus stop.”

“Yeah, that’s not happening, baby,” I growl. “Just give me your address, and I’ll take you home.”

I watch the uncertainty in his eyes and kick myself.

“Text Steel and Blaze and tell them I’m taking you home,” I tell him. “They know everything about me. They’ll be ready to kick my ass until you call them when you get home and tell them you’re safe.”

Exhaling, he picks up his phone and does just that.

“Steel says I have to call as soon as I get home,” he smiles. “You were right.”

“Let’s go, baby,” I chuckle.

I walk him to my truck, and we drive in comfortable silence. The city lights blur around us, but all I see is him curled up in my passenger seat, stealing glances my way when he thinks I’m not looking.

When we pull up to his place, I turn the engine off and shift in my seat to face him.

“Listen to me, Ollie.” My voice is firm, but my hand is gentle as it cups his cheek. “This is the only time I’m letting you go home by yourself.”

His eyes widen, and he opens his mouth, but I press a finger to his lips.

“I’m giving you a couple of days to think this through,” I say. “I need you to be sure about us. Not because you’re afraid of me. We’ll work through that. But I don’t want you to feel pressured simply because you’re a submissive. If you’re still in, still willing to try after those two days, then I’m going all in. Hard. No holding back. No going slow. Do you understand?”

He nods, his gaze locked on mine.

“This isn’t a game for me,” I continue. “I want you, Ollie. All of you. But I need to know you’re ready for what that means. For who I am. I’m not just a man. I’m a Daddy. And when I take care of someone, it’s for real. No half-measures. My Baby needs to be with me always so I can take care of him. You’ll move in with me. Or I’ll move in here. I honestly don’t give a fuck. Just as long as I’m with you to keep you safe.”

His lips tremble, and he whispers, “I think I’m ready.”

“Good,” I say, brushing my thumb over his bottom lip. “Take these next couple of days to be sure. Because once I have you, baby boy, I’m not letting go. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he says so softly I almost miss it.

And just like that, my heart is his.

“Go inside,” I say, my voice rough. “Before I change my mind and steal you away.”

He blushes, fumbling with the door handle before stepping out. As he reaches his front steps, he glances back at me.

“I’ll call you,” he says.

“In two days. Not a minute before,” I reply, watching him until he disappears inside.

As I drive away, my mind spins with thoughts of him. Two days. That’s all he gets. Then he’s mine.

I have forty-eight hours to get my house Baby ready. Because even if he decides he’s not ready for me, I’ll simply wait until he is.