“You look like you stumbled over a porn site.”
Oh, he had no idea. I quickly glanced around and pulled my bowl over to lean my phone against it. “You look so hot in your suit.”
“Thank you. You look cute in your PJs.”
Damn. Yes, I hadn’t dressed yet and was still wearing my favorite PJs. I had to laugh when the difference in our outfits occurred to me, and I could see Caden laughing with me.
“You’re right. This call is certainly porn worthy, me in my suit and you in your PJs.”
I went from horrified to half-hard in record time, and I swear all the blood rushed down to my crotch. I probably moaned because I could see Caden laugh, and then he leaned forward, so his face filled the screen. He wiggled his eyebrows at me and made sure that I could see his lips. “Maybe I’ll show up in a suit since you like it so much.”
Oh, God. My imagination of the perfect Daddy paled in comparison with this reality. This was the hottest thing ever. “Please.”
“Sign, Henry. I want to see your hands, so Daddy can be sure that you’re not touching your special place.”
Who knew that getting out of bed early in the morning would end up being the hottest thing ever. I was rock hard, and the fabric of the diaper wrapped comfortably around my cock. No, not my cock. My special place. With shaking hands, I signed, “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be a good Boy. I’m not touching my special place.”
“No, that’s Daddy’s place to touch.”
The thought of him touching me made me shiver. For a moment, I felt a slice of sorrow. Oh, what I would give to hear Caden’s voice right now and the tone of it. To feel his voice roll over me as he told me things and whispered in my ear. But I shook that sadness away because I liked the way he talked to me. Always making sure that I could see his lips or his hands and making sure that he pronounced his words so that I could read them easily. His eyes following to check if I got what he’d said. Like now. He waited until I was looking at him before he spoke.
“Is that ok, Henry?”
I bobbed my head while I signed at the same time, “Yes. Yes. More than ok.”
“Tap your nose for me.”
“What? Why?”
“Because if I were there, I would kiss it right now.”
Without even thinking about it, I bopped my nose with my finger, then laughed. I felt silly, but I felt that Caden cared about me.
“That’s my good Boy.” I could see him sit up, then I saw his lips moving, but he wasn’t talking to me. Then Caden was looking at me again. “I’m sorry, Little Boy. But I have to go.”
“Ok. I didn’t want to disturb you. I’m sorry if I did.”
“You didn’t. I had just gotten out of a meeting when I got your message.” Caden leaned forward and smiled again. “Remember what I told you last night?”
Uh, he’d told me a lot of things. I wracked my brain but couldn’t come up with the answer he probably expected.
“I told you that I might not answer immediately, but I will as soon as I see your message. I’m sorry that we got interrupted.”
“You have to work. So do I.”
“But what I said still stands. No touching your special place.”
“What?”
“It’s Daddy’s place to touch, right?”
It was. But that meant that I didn’t get to come until Saturday morning. I was still hard, but then I thought about all the times I took care of it myself. But now there was Caden, my Daddy, who wanted to take care of it. “Yes, Daddy. No touching.”
“That’s my good Boy. Don’t worry about groceries. I’ll bring everything we need.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I smiled at him. I enjoyed that Daddy would take care of everything we might need.
“Ok, sweetie. I have to go. Be a good Boy for me.”
“I will, I promise. Bye, Daddy.” Caden blew me a kiss, then he ended the call, and groaning, I looked at Charlie.
“He’s a mean Daddy.” Now that I wasn’t allowed to touch my special place, I thought about it, and I was sure I would be thinking about it all the time. Groaning, I finished my breakfast and went to work. Maybe editing would distract me from thinking about Daddy touching my special place.
It was late afternoon when my door lights flashed. The flashing disturbed my concentration and Charlie’s nap on my lap. Since Ava was in Europe and I was not expecting any deliveries, it could only be Owen. Until Caden showed up, Owen had been the only man in my life who bossed me around. At least Owen never complained when I played with my special place. Sighing, I placed Charlie on his tree and went to the front door. There, standing at the door looking annoyed at the camera, was Owen. I let him up and went into the kitchen to get the coffee started. Owen’s arrival meant work.
I turned around with a cup the same moment Owen stepped into my apartment.
“How’s my favorite writer doing?”
“I’m your only writer.”
Owen and I met in college. We became friends, and he volunteered to be my first editor. Then when my books got successful, I talked him into being my agent. Until Caden appeared in my life, Owen had been the only person I used my voice with because he never learned sign language.
“I have my hands full with you. I don’t need another one.” Owen grinned, but then he looked warily around before he faced me again. “Where’s the little devil?”
“Hiding from you. As always.”
“Right, yes, he’s planning his next attack.”
“He’s not going to attack you.”
Owen just glared at me. We both
