O L L I E

I reached for the olive oil and started drizzling the pan as I seared the scallops in. I didn't notice that I fell asleep in Stefan's arm, the warmth and comfort his embrace provided was very soothing for me, I drifted fast asleep. When I woke up, it was already past two in the afternoon, and we were not able to have our lunch, the excitement and bliss from daddy's presents overshadowed our primal need for sustenance.

I slowly and gingerly lifted my body, careful not to wake my daddy. Even if I wanted to have him lying in our bed in a more comfortable position, his peaceful sleeping face did not allow me to do so. When I was able to successfully climb down the bed, I opened the bedside drawer and looked for a piece of paper, then scribbled a note that I'll just be in the kitchen to whip something for our lunch.

I placed the note on top of the drawer and grabbed some paperweight, then pressed my lips on Stefan's forehead before heading for a change of clothes. I pulled some clothes in the closet, settling for Stefan's white cotton shirt and a snug, cotton boxers he bought for me, the fabric of my clothing so soft and gentle to my skin, I had to express my gratitude to daddy for being so thoughtful about it.

Stefan has done so much for me and I want to be able to show how much I love and appreciate him, so, I will cook for him today. I'm not sure if it will turn out great but I learned from the chefs back at our estate. Mom taught me the basics of cooking, then closed my eyes and sent a silent thanks to my wonderful mother. It turned out that dad was not meant for cooking, and he actually did not mind. He loved my mother's cooking more than anyone.

I saw Trevor and Devon on my way to the kitchen, both of them were so focused on what they were doing, I can't help but get curious. "Trevor, what are you doing?"

Like a deer in the headlights, Trevor froze and slammed his laptop shut, an awkward laugh bubbling out of his throat as he scratched his brow. "Hey, Oliver. Just work. Nothing suspicious." I tilted my head and stared at the both of them, curious at how weird they were acting just now.

Devon cleared his throat and got my attention. "By the way, where are you going?"

My face lit up when I remembered what I was about to do, the thoughts of making my daddy smile got me excited. "Kitchen! I'll cook for Stef." My cheerful answer made them smile as I went out of their way, forgetting their suspicious actions earlier.

I grabbed a clean apron from the drawer and checked the recipe from my phone. I prepared my ingredients for a seared scallop, some vegetable salad, a quick dessert, and some tea-based, fruit-infused drink. I think I'll add some finger snacks as well. I could invite Stefan for a movie night later if he's not busy with work.

I was actually taken by his private cinema-- it has eight seats, cushioned and leather, but Stefan ordered a fluffy sofa for both of us, sitting in the middle of the room; on the side is a huge refrigerator full of snacks and confections, a vending machine solely for the drinks, and a popcorn machine.

The entire floor is covered with red, plush rugs. The walls were splashed with warm colors for a cozy vibe, and overhead lights surrounded the edges of the ceiling. The monitor was huge and with a centralized air conditioning system, and it's like seeing a movie in a public cinema, but a hundred times better and with amazing facilities.

It took me almost an hour to finish my dishes. I bet Stefan is awake by now. I was busy putting the food on the tray when Devon informed me that Stef is at his office right now. I nodded my thanks and picked up the tray. I should have asked for Devon's help. It was a bit heavy but I think I can manage.

I was halfway upstairs when I heard the commotion in Stefan's office. "Could it be?" I quickened my steps, not knowing that the silverwares were on the edge of the tray, threatening to fall. I was grateful that the door was not totally closed so I used my foot to push it but got out of balance and the tableware fell, clinking and echoing throughout the room.

"Ooops. Sorry about that." I picked up the silverware and gingerly put the tray on the coffee table, breathing a sigh of relief when I finally was able to reach Stefan's office without many blunders.

However, that relief was replaced with confusion when I felt a burning stare on my back, only to be met by my daddy's wide eyes full of confusion and relief, a bit stunned as he stared at me like I grew another head. I glanced at Trevor and Devon but they both just shrugged and bid their goodbyes.

What is going on? I slowly walked towards Stef and he stood up and ran towards me, enveloping me in a tight hug. Still confused, my hands automatically wrapped around his shoulders as I hugged him back.

"Daddy, what's wrong? Do you hurt somewhere?" I felt him shook his head and buried his face in the crook of my neck. I let him be as I rubbed his back and ran my fingers through his hair, soothing his fast heartbeat. I pulled his face from my neck and led him to the sofa, sitting him down while I straddle his lap.

When our eyes finally met, I can see how exhausted he is. I gently rubbed the sides of his eyes and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. He closed his eyes, feeling my hands on his hair as I continue to brush it. "Daddy, come on. Please, tell me what's wrong?" He opened his eyes and gave me a tired smile, his hands squeezing my sides.

"I.. you were not there when I woke up and...I thought someone took you from me. I was so scared, Ollie. Scared that someone was hurting you and I was not there to protect you," he was able to voice out, though in a shaky manner. I felt my heart being crushed with each word he said, the tone of his voice laced with pain and fear.

"Daddy...I'm here. I won't leave you ever. Even if you begged me to," I sassily added, and a genuine smile cracked his solemn expression.

"Don't hold your breath, baby boy. As if that would happen." Now it's my turn to beam at his words.

"Oh, that's right! I made you brunch, daddy. Let's eat?" I invited him cheerfully and climbed off his lap, and he smiled so wide as he helped himself with what I prepared, as numerous praises filled my ears. From time to time, he will feed me, to the point where I think I ate most of the food I cooked. Silly daddy.

Stefan cleaned up and put the dishes on a tray, and gave me a tight hug. "That was delicious, baby. Thank you," he kissed my head, lifting me to straddle his lap. He really is so sweet and thoughtful. I have to convey how thankful I am for that by pressing my lips into his and enjoy ourselves in a passionate and longing kiss, the promise of forever being delivered in every movement of our lips and tongue.

Stefan's hands slipped inside my shirt to touch my skin directly, sending sparks all over my skin and giving me tingles. I felt him harden under my bum, the proof of his arousal poking my thin boxers, right into the crack of my ass.

I moaned and tilted my head upwards when his heated tongue trailed its mark on the length of my throat, his hands rubbing the skin on my back. My body jerked when his hands wandered onto my buds, his fingers hovering above my pebbled nipples. "Daddy...more. Touch me more." The need to feel his skillful fingers on my sensitive buds so strong, I felt my cock drip with anticipation and need.

"Baby, moan for me. Say my name," he huskily whispered as he licked and nibbled my earlobe, my hands clutching the shirt on his chest as I arched my back when daddy slowly thrusts on me despite the barriers covering our body.

"Mmm... S-Stef... d-daddy... more." I can feel his swollen tip poking my entrance and I almost lost it when his fingers pinched and flicked my nipples at the same time, the electrifying tingles traveled downwards and pooled in my balls. His assault on my neck, my nipples, and my twitching hole feels extremely good that I came, crying out daddy's name, sagging on his chest with heavy pants and flushed skin.

"My baby boy is so lewd, cumming without me touching him, huh?" Stefan whispered and I softly moaned at his words.

"Daddy... how about you?" I referred to his hard shaft still poking me.

"Shh. I'm alright, baby boy. Just let me hold you for now, okay?" I hesitantly nodded and relaxed in his arms, but the feeling of wanting to make him feel good sat at the back of my mind. My kind and considerate daddy.

"Uh, daddy?"

"Hmm?" He hummed and rubbed my back, while I felt my face heating up for the request I'm about to ask.

"Um... canyouhelpmebathbecauseifeelsticky?" I blurted the words so fast I bet he won't be able to understand it, but Stefan chuckled and tightened his hug on me.

"Of course, my love. Anything for you," he lovingly responded and I had to hide on his neck, the full-blown embarrassment from such a request is beginning to make its presence known, as I went red to the tips. Stefan didn't mind as he carried me with ease back to our room. When we finally entered the bath, he put me on the counter and prepared the tub.

"Bath bombs, baby?"

"Lavender, please?" He smiled and put in the lavender-scented bath bomb and tested the water until the right temperature. After that, he sauntered towards me and I had to keep the blush from appearing again, as I played with my fingers. "Um... thank you, daddy."

"Baby... you don't have to feel shy about it. You felt good, right?" I nodded and freed my bottom lip from my teeth. "Now, should we bath?" I smiled and kissed him on the cheek, thanking him for the offer. My sweet Stefan just smiled and helped me remove my clothes. When his fingers traced the garter of my soiled underwear, I can't help the blush on my cheeks as he carefully slipped the boxers from my legs.

He chuckled and told me to stop being so adorable. I giggled at his words, and he kissed the tip of my nose. My silly daddy. He lifted me up and we both submerged ourselves in the soothing temperature of the bath, the relaxing scent of lavender penetrating in our pores.

I rested my head on Stefan's chest, while his legs encircled me in a protective position, his arms on top of my stomach while my hands rested on top of his arms.

"Baby boy... where did you go earlier?"

*****

S T E F A N

"I went to the kitchen to cook us some lunch. I thought you would be famished when you wake up," my sweet boy answered and understanding dawned into me. "I did leave a note for you, daddy," he added with a small frown.

"A note?"

"Hm. I placed it on the bedside table, so you can see it easily." A note, huh? I guess I wasn't able to notice it because I had gone caveman and lost the ability to think rationally. I leaned into his shoulder tiredly and sighed. A note, huh? Fuck. And he was in the kitchen. How could I not notice? Was that the reason Trevor and Devon were snickering? Fucking friends.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't notice it. If I had, I would have joined you and we could have spent our time together," I mumbled regrettably. Oliver turned and graced me with his warm smile, as he thumbed my cheeks.

"Silly daddy. I kind of figured that it was the case so I rushed upstairs. And I want to cook for you. You gave me so much so I want to be able to do something in return," he answered thoughtfully as he looked at my eyes intently, full of love and fondness.

"But baby, I do things for you because I love you and I want to make you happy." I want him to understand that he should not feel the need to reciprocate. After all, I did all those things without expecting anything in return. Just being able to see him smile and hear his laughter is enough for me.

"I know, daddy," he replied in his gentlest voice, as he looked at me fondly. "That's why I'm doing this. Because it makes me happy seeing you happy. So please, just let me be. Hmm?" My sweet baby requested and I automatically nodded.

"If it makes you happy, then I won't complain." He nodded furiously and lifted his body to sit on my lap, my hard-on poking his tummy. Fuck!

"It makes me happy. So very much, daddy." The tone of his voice took a seductive turn and I knew I'm screwed. "And right now, I want to make you feel good, daddy. Please?" He asked in his most adorable voice, and my body hummed in anticipation. I should've foreseen this kind of development, but I guess being taken care by Oliver doesn't sound so bad.

How can I refuse him when he looks at me with his desperate and determined eyes?

I took a deep breath and smiled, nodding in approval. His eyes brightened and cupped my face, raining soft kisses all over. His soft lips met mine and coaxed me to open my mouth. When I did, he aggressively plunged his tongue inside, earning a choked groan from me as his wonderful tasted exploded in my mouth.

Every movement of his soft tongue and the way he ground on me sent shudders on my spine. The effect he has on me was so great I definitely won't be able to live without him. My hands went to rub his sides, moving downwards to his soft thighs. Before we could go further, I stopped myself.

"Baby, can we continue this on our bed? I don't want you to come down with a cold. Is that okay, my boy?"

"Yes, thank you, daddy." Oliver sweetly obeyed so I rinsed ourselves and wrapped him around my body, as I picked up the towels on the rack. I carried him to the closet to wipe him thoroughly but my baby has other plans.

He asked me to put him down and my mouth watered when I saw his wet form, the water droplets making him even more delectable as those droplets trickled down his flushed skin. His nipples were still red from earlier and some of the hickeys were still there, while the others faded.

I felt my cock tenting the towel around my waist, the inexplicable pleasure we are about to indulge ourselves with is making me burn with desire. The heat didn't subside and Oliver asked me to sit down while he prepares something.

Oliver opened a drawer and pulled out a black, sheer stocking, a skimpy, black, silk panty, and a choker. He then turned and smiled seductively, making me grip the armrest as Oliver teasingly wore the articles, and the finished product almost got me soiling the towel.

My baby is a vixen... a temptress. He looks so sexy and hot I want to rip that fabric out of him and fuck him endlessly. As if that torturous sight was not enough, Oliver pulled another drawer, and in his hand was a bottle of lube and some condoms. But he frowned and ditched the condoms. Oh, how my baby loves to get filled by my juices. That's why we don't use a condom, and I got both of us tested, so no worries about that.

"B-baby..." I groaned when he sat on the long sofa in front of me and squeezed out the lube on his hands, rubbing it in between his palms as he licked his lips, his lustful eyes fixed on mine. His hand slipped inside his panties and the arousing sight got me leaking, as I grit my teeth to control myself from jumping him.

Oliver's lips tugged on the side as he stroked his manhood, while his other hand played with his nipples. Because of the skimpy nature of his underwear, I can see his dripping cock and his twitching hole, inviting me to take a dip and delve into the deliciousness that is my baby boy.

"Ahh... daddy. Feels so good," he moaned deliriously as he spread his legs even wider, his underwear slipping out of him, revealing his delicious prick, so wet and ready to eat. The tip was red, swollen and dripping with his precum.

I felt my nails digging into the armrest when my baby's other hand went down to cup his ball while his other one fastened the strokes on his erection. It seemed like my baby was lost in his own world of pleasure, and that did not sit well with me.

I stood up and growled when his wet fingers attempted to tease his entrance. Only I can do it. Not even his fingers are allowed to touch my sweet haven. Only I can give my baby pleasure. Call it ego and selfishness, but I want to be able to give my baby everything.

Oliver stopped his hands and smiled at me. "Okay, daddy. I'm all yours. You'll make me feel good, won't you?" I crashed my lips into him in response, making sure that every nook and cranny of his mouth remember my taste and my tongue, imprinting myself in every crevice of his body. His hands went around my neck and pulled me even closer to him. He tilted his head upwards as I trailed wet kisses in his neck until I reached his delectable nipples, sucking and nibbling it alternately.

Oliver moaned sweetly when my hands cupped and stroked his erection, while my other hand reached for the lube and squeezed a generous amount on his hole, the smell of citrus wafting in the air infusing with Oliver's arousing scent made me feel dizzy and hornier.

I could do this forever, indulging in Oliver's soft and delicious body, and I won't ever get tired of it. The way he arched his body to my touches, how he moaned for every kiss and bite, how he shudders to my every word... the way his body responds to me is making me buzz with excitement and anticipation, the kind of feeling that just gets stronger whenever he is around.

Oliver cried out when I inserted my middle finger into his tight channel, and I groaned when his wandering hands went to my throbbing erection.

"Baby boy... stop. I won't be able to hold it," I pleaded in a strained voice but my baby smirked.

"Daddy... don't hold back and fill me up. My body still remembers your shape. You'll slip in easily." The dirty words being delivered to my ears flipped a switch in me as I lifted him up, his hand tightening his hold on my shoulders. "D-daddy.. what--"

My baby's words were swallowed when I rammed my cock into his tight heat, groaning loud when the familiar silkiness and heat embraced my aching shaft, his muscles clenching and sucking me in. Oliver's panting became heavier as his half-lidded eyes gazed at me in a look full of lust and desire.

"Daddy... more. Please. I want more," he deliriously panted so I leaned his back against the wall and fucked him like a madman. His cries and moans sounded like music to my ears, driving me to go deeper and faster, the way he clings to me for dear life as he helplessly submitted his entirety to me fed my need for dominance and at the same time, the need to take good care of him.

"Daddy...love you," he mumbled in pants and it warmed my heart.

I leaned in to press my lips into his pillowy ones, "I love you a thousand times more, my love," I managed to whisper as I slammed myself in long, deep thrusts, hitting my baby's pleasure button. Seeing him being consumed by pleasure, bare and raw, just made me realize how exquisite Oliver is.

His entire being is sublime, rather. His tear-stained and flushed face, his red and glistening skin, his parted lips moaning and crying out my name, his prick leaking profusely, and his clenching tightness sucking me even more... his whole self devoid of inhibitions is utterly... gorgeous. It is everything to me. This sight is everything to me.

I grabbed his hips and he met me thrust for thrust until we reached our peak, my baby's semen spurting on my abdomen, some of it landing on my lips, and I licked it hungrily, moaning and savoring his delicious taste, while I spilled my hot liquid into my baby's deepest core, the thought of using my fingers to get my semen out of his tightness sparked my manhood to life, and no doubt Oliver felt it, as he widened his gaze and gasped. "Daddy?"