O L L I E

I can't help but bite my lip, trying to keep the giggles wanting to escape my throat, as daddy did his very, very best to make sure that I feel comfortable and warm in our bed, with the newly-changed crisp and fluffy bedsheet helping soothe my sore bum.

Earlier, he painstakingly washed and cleaned my body after another round of slow and passionate lovemaking, numbing my senses and reducing me into an incoherent mess.

Gentle sex is as good as the way daddy loves my body roughly and fiercely. I had been woken up in the best way possible--my daddy worshipping my body.

I doubt making love to me the second time around was his intention, but I can't help but feel proud and smug knowing how much I can make him lose his self-control just as how his intense gaze twists my stomach into knots and my heart skipping a beat.

Daddy's finally done with what he's doing, seemingly satisfied and sporting a wide grin as he looked at me and the numerous pillows surrounding me and almost taking up all the space in our bed, and me being picked up to gently lay on the pile of soft pillows my bottoms definitely loved.

I gave my kind daddy a wide smile and kissed the tip of his nose, covering my mouth as I giggle softly and him smiling down at me as he embraces me in the most delicate way, massaging my back and peppering kisses all over my face, turning me into a giggling mess.

"My baby smells so good," Stefan whispered and continued to take a whiff of my scent on the crook of my neck. My grip on his shoulder tightened as he took a long lick upwards on the side of my neck and nibbled my earlobe.

"Mmm...daddy...no..." I softly whined as his wandering hands slipped into the hem of his shirt that he lets me wear, saying that I look so good and delicious wearing his clothes. I can't refuse him because I also loved daddy's scent on me. It relaxes me and makes me feel good; like I'm still in the warmth of his embrace.

That's where I'd rather be all day and all night. Being plastered onto him and cling onto his body. Stefan ended his pleasurable assault on my body with a wet and deep kiss that left me panting and flushed.

I beamed at him and he did the same, a flash of guilt crossed his eyes, and that did not sit well with me. "Daddy?"

"Yes, baby boy?" I tapped the space beside me as daddy cleared the pillows on that side and put it near my feet. He then sat down and leaned against the headboard, gripped my waist and sat me on his lap, nodding and grinning in satisfaction. I crossed my arms and did a small eye roll which my daddy noticed, arching his brows at me, while I mirrored his expression just to tease him.

Let me tell you, being cheeky with him did not end well as my lips would remain swollen and red the day after, while my neck down to my collar would be inflicted with numerous hickeys, making Trevor and Devon snicker so subtly while I kept on giving them my trademark 'hamster glare', as my daddy popularized. But hey, I did not know what was going to happen.

I looked straight into Stefan's eyes and the glint that I saw in those orbs briefly disappeared when he noticed my seriousness. He frowned and rubbed my arms as he pulled me closer to him until I feel the hardness of his groin poking my inner thigh.

Any other time I would be grinding and letting daddy have his way with me, but there's something I need to clear with him first. "Baby, what's wrong? Did daddy do something? Did I hurt you?" Stefan's question made me gasp and I shook my head furiously. I enclosed daddy's face in my small hands and kept his eyes trained on me.

"No, daddy. You're perfect. You do everything to make me happy that it's kind of scary because all of this is too good to be true. Sometimes I think all of these are just illusions created by my lonely mind," I confessed with a tremulous smile as Stefan widened his eyes in surprise and disagreed with me.

"No, Ollie. Don't think that. This is all real, baby. I'm real, and I will be here for you, always," Stefan reassured me and his hands went on top of mine and the warmth coming from him got me closing my eyes as I savor the feeling, igniting every nerve in my body, as I gave him a shaky smile and a deep sigh.

S T E F A N

I still have a long way to go to ease my baby's anxieties and insecurities. I understand where he's coming from. There are times when I wake up in the middle of the night just to check if my baby's still with me and I'm not dreaming.

I had to make sure that I wake up before him so I can reassure myself that he exists and not just some kind of hallucination I sometimes get lately. When I told him my share of insecurities, Oliver choked up his sobs and bursts into tears as he tucked his head in the crook of my neck, his hands gripping the back of my shirt as I felt his tears warming me.

I had to swallow the lodge in my throat and exhale audibly as I try to will my tears not to fall. The edges of my eyes burned, my chest rising and falling in a heavy pant while I keep myself in check, both of us becoming so emotional and in need of comfort and affection.

I don't know how long we were in each other's arms, but by the time we finally let go of each other, I noticed how my baby glow and his puffy eyes and reddish nose just added to his cuteness. In my case, I felt ten times lighter as we pour our feelings out, baring our souls for each of us to see.

"Daddy, I love you and everything you do to me. I am certain that you would not dare to hurt me because you are set in keeping your promise--to take care of me and make me happy. And you do it so well." I bit my lip to keep it from trembling as I gather my baby inside my arms, his arms around my upper body.

"H-how did you..." I shakily mumbled as I tuck my face on his smooth neck. Oliver's hand went up and brushed my hair in a calming motion, helping me to ease my emotional turmoil. How does he do that? Pinpoint what my insecurity was and snapping me out of it at the same time?

"Hmm...I just know, daddy." He pushed my face out of his neck and grinned at me. "When it comes to you, I just know. Of course, I know! There's someone who loves you very much here, duh," my baby answered cheekily and rolled his eyes.

I burst into laughter and let myself indulge in the light feeling caused by Oliver. I feel so relieved and free; like a huge burden was taken off my shoulder. Then I remembered something and smirked, causing him to be alarmed.

He subtly moved his body away from me, faking a smile, as he asks, "D-daddy? What's wrong?" Using his innocent voice to try to distract me, he blinked several times and just stared at me curiously, nibbling his bottom lip and playing with the hem of his shirt, a combination attack that had my cock pulsing and instantly hard.

Damn it, my baby's too good at this but two can play that game. I leaned down as he pushed himself backward, letting out a nervous laugh as his eyes frantically looked around, looking for an escape. But I won't let that happen.

My boy needs some punishment. The mental images crossing in my mind is giving me shivers, electrifying my nerves, and had my heart pumping fast, until every single cell in my body is alive and ready to catch our prey.

Oliver gulped hard when he noticed the hunger in my eyes, and immediately crossed his arms over his chest, defending his upper body from my attack. My lips twitched and arched my brows. "Someone has been incredibly cheeky for a while now."

Oliver gasped and widened his eyes, his hand finding his mouth as he gaped at me. "Oh my. Who is it, daddy? Will you punish him?" My baby boy asked innocently, and his eyes turned into saucers when I gave him a nod.

"I plan to give him a slow, sweet, and painful punishment." I licked my lips and imprisoned him inside my arms and began my sweet torture on my baby boy.

*****

January 2020

9:00 am

Private Library, Stefan's Manor

O L L I E

I sat quietly inside the comfort of Stef's private library, and I was absolutely impressed.

The entire room is enormous, with wooden floors and red, plush rugs decorating the center of the room, a set of long couch and two loveseats on each opposite side, a coffee table in the middle, and daddy's desk situated on the left side of the sofa, just a few steps away.

Piles of books are neatly arranged on the second floor of the room, with a u-shaped wooden staircase and a long rug to accentuate the rustic feel of the place. In front of the sofa are a fireplace, a rocking chair, and a soft rug if one wishes to sit down and read as they enjoy the warmth of the fire and the sound of the woods crackling.

When Stef brought me here for a while as he finishes a brief meeting with his colleagues, I bounced and squealed in excitement. Spending my time in a library and drowning myself in the pages and immersing in the characters of the books I read has got to be one of the best feelings.

Reading a book is like taking an adventure to a faraway place where anything is possible, and anything can happen. Letting your imagination run its course is the key.

There were moments where my mom had to bait me my favorite food just to get me out of my favorite place. Then I will find dad's amused and amazed expression as he stared at mom, still wondering why he always fails to just have my foot out the door.

A fond smile broke out of my face as I reminisced all the good times I had with mom and dad, those precious moments I will treasure forever.

I hold onto the book I was reading and pressed it to my chest as I pulled my knees up, my eyes transfixed on the blazing fire moving in a fluid motion, as the crackles and sparks of the burning wood mixed in the calm air, and I completely entranced by the sight.

When Stefan left me earlier, I found myself sitting down on the rug previously arranged by my considerate daddy, a lot of pillows to make me feel comfortable, a small table with some snacks in case I feel hungry, and my phone fully charged and his number on speed dial just in case I need something.

Ever so thoughtful. I managed to stifle myself for a few seconds and finally gave in and laugh as he dragged his feet on his way out, whining that he'd rather snuggle with me than attend a meeting with the board.

I like the idea too, but I know how responsible Stefan is and he just wants to spend more time with me, as if we're not stuck with each other all day. I just shook my head at my daddy's silliness.

"I'm very happy now, mom, dad, wherever you two are. I bet you would be so proud of me if both of you could see me now. I have a Stefan to take care of me and he does it so well mom, you would feel threatened if you're here now." I chuckled as I recalled the times where mom would sulk when she feels that I can take care of myself just fine. She just loves to baby me and I indulge her from time to time.

"God, I love him incredibly so." I let out a short scream when someone engulfed me in a hug, but when I got a whiff of a familiar scent, I sighed and smiled as I relaxed to his hold, my daddy kissing the top of my hair, making me feel all warm and cuddly.

"Daddy? How's your meeting?" Stefan sighed and lifted me up so he can sit me on his lap, my back against his chest. He rested his chin on my shoulder and giving the side of my neck a kiss before answering, sending sparks all over my body.

"So-so. The company is doing well, baby. How about you? How's my beloved baby? Hmm?" Daddy hummed and peppered kisses on my neck while his hands are squeezing my waist, sending delicious tingles that gave me shivers.

"Mmm...I'm good, daddy. I really love it here. You have some collections that we don't have back at our place. I'm so thrilled. Thanks for bringing me here." I excitedly bounced on his lap, not knowing that my daddy was heaving deep breaths behind me, gritting his teeth as he muffled his groans on my neck.

I felt his grip on me tightened and I was alarmed. "Daddy?" I tried to shift and turn to face him but he just hissed and stilled my body. Sooner enough, I gasped and widened my eyes, red filling up my cheeks, my lashes fluttering as I feel my daddy hard as a rock, poking my still tender ass, and him shaking as he tried to control himself.

Stefan exhaled sharply and settled himself in the crook of my neck as he calmed himself. When he finally did, he turned me around and I was floored when he welcomed me beaming, his eyes twinkling, and his aura just exuding happiness as he looked at me with fondness and amazement, just like he always does.

I felt my throat tightening up and my eyes getting misty as all of my insecurities vanished like it never existed. Seriously, how could I ever doubt Stefan's love and intention when I'm the only one he sees?

From the very first time he laid his eyes on me, I'm the only one that matters--my needs, wants, and just about everything concerning me--takes priority in Stef's list.

Honestly, I know deep inside that I still have this fear that my mind is just messing with me as I prepare myself to wake up in a bed so dull and lonely, being scared all alone as I have my guards up, getting ready to defend myself against the minions my relatives sent to break me down.

But I don't care anymore. I don't want to think of all the what ifs.

Cause if this all an expertly woven thread of imagination my mind created, then I'll enjoy it to the fullest and worry later. I don't give a fuck anymore. I will love like crazy, as if my life depended on it. I won't let my insecurities ruin my chances of feeling the love that I prayed the most in those lonely nights.

Because finally, someone is looking at me like I'm a miracle. And I'll be damned if I ever let this man go. "You're my everything, daddy. I won't let you go," I declared, full of determination in my voice.

Stef smiled and nodded as his hand went to caress my cheek, his eyes transfixed on me. "I expect no less, baby boy. Because you would see this face until we both expel our last breath." His voice full of promises got to me and I launched towards him, pouring my heart out while his hands rubbed my back as I come down from my emotional high, Stef being ever so ready to catch me from my fall and doing his best to care for me and love me.

With all that I am, I sent my silent prayers above for all the things He has given me. For giving me the chance to meet Stef and love and be loved by him in return.

When I finally settled on the ground, Stef cupped my cheeks and claimed my lips, giving me the sweetest and passionate kiss that almost melted my bones.

"I love you, Stef."

"You're my life, Ollie." Then we shared another kiss, and some more.