“I’m sorry you don’t have more family around, but I’m glad that means you’re looking here first.” As he relaxed back against me, his sweet caresses started again.
“It’s familiar and I have friends here.” I gave him another kiss to let him know I was counting him among those friends. “And now that I know someone with a vacation home in the mountains, that sweetens the deal even more.”
His chest jerked up and down in silent laughter.
“Not having to find another place to vacation in the winter is going to save me a ton.” I trailed my fingers down his neck, tickling him faintly. As he squirmed, I grinned and continued to tease. “As long as I’m welcome, that is. There’s a rumor going around that I’m going to be kicked out as soon as the roads clear.”
His giggles finally escaped as I tickled him. “Stop that…you’re cheating.” More laughter bubbled out. “Stay. Don’t leave. Stay.”
Torture might not always lead to accurate information, but I was pretty sure tickle torture wasn’t in the same category. Going back to simply caressing, I smiled. “Why, thank you. I would enjoy that, as my time is still very flexible.”
He huffed, but I could hear the smile in his voice. “Evil and bossy and manipulative.”
Grinning, I kissed his head. “Keep saying sweet things like that and I’m going to remember I haven’t let you explore the wonders of being spanked yet.”
That earned me another embarrassed groan, but he also shifted his hips just enough that I knew he was trying to make his erection more comfortable. Ignoring it would be the most gracious response, but I wanted him to get more comfortable talking about it with me.
Even if we never delved into that part of the lifestyle, I wanted him to be able to talk and joke about it with me. I’d never know how he was doing later if he hid things like that. “What did I say about self-pleasure?”
He made a low strangled sound as his body froze. “Sub or boy, you know you need to ask for permission first. Now, is there something you need to ask me?”
I tried to keep my voice even, but holding back so much was difficult.
When he blushed and shook his head but didn’t pull away or safeword, I kept going. “Do you need to adjust your erection?” I ran my fingers through his hair and down his back. “I want you to be comfortable while we talk.”
We weren’t going to ignore his reaction and I wasn’t going to let him escape the conversation either.
Joseph was still for several long seconds before he shook his head. I cleared my throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. Old man hearing, I guess.”
He barked out a laugh then sighed. “No, and I’m fine.”
Short but accurate answers.
“Good—I’ll get too distracted worrying about if your cock is hard and jammed awkwardly in your briefs.” Yes, I was evil, but he was cute.
And it wasn’t like he was complaining.
Just blushing.
And groaning.
He was so funny.
“Are you feeling okay?” I was fighting off a smile as he huffed and lifted his head.
“You’re just mean.” There was something about his disgruntled expression that made it impossible to hold back my laughter.
He rolled his eyes and lay back down, deliberately wiggling his ass that time.
So I did the only thing a self-respecting Dom would do.
I smacked it.
“Naughty sub.” I gave in to temptation and stroked over the cheek I’d spanked before pulling my hand back. “No humping the furniture.”
That had him burying his head between my arm and the back of the couch as he made an embarrassed noise. “No dying because you suffocated either.”
He huffed but made a show of breathing deeply.
I didn’t even try to hide how entertaining I found him. “Good boy.”
My good boy…for a few more days, at least.
Chapter 14
Joseph
“Stop wiggling.” Daddy would’ve looked more ferocious if he hadn’t rolled his eyes and huffed.
So, of course, I had to wiggle more—that just seemed to be a rule because he was taking forever to get us ready to go outside. I’d already been waiting for hours. Breakfast and getting ready had taken years.
“But, Daddy—” It was perfect snowman building weather. We had to get out before it got cloudy and too cold again.
“No buts or it’s going to be your butt.” He was trying to be stern, but the implied threat to spank me just made me want to wiggle more. “You are not going to go outside without being properly dressed.”
That was sweet. He was a good Daddy, but that didn’t help to distract me.
It made me sit still long enough for him to zip my coat and put my gloves on, though. I wanted to play, not think about spankings. Daddy finally smiled and smoothed my hat down even more. “Okay, all done.”
Finally.
“But the hat?” I pouted up at him. It was itchy on my head and I hated hats, but that hadn’t stopped him from digging through his suitcase to find a second one for me.
Daddy narrowed his eyes at me and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Never mind.” I blinked up at him innocently. “I’ll be good.”
At least for as long as it took him to get his coat and boots on.
When he was finally ready, I grabbed his hand and raced out the door. “Hurry, we have to find the right spot.”
Daddy was just smiling and shaking his head. He clearly didn’t see the importance of finding the perfect location. “No, that one’s too tilty. He’ll fall.”
Our snowman would have to be safe. That meant flat ground.
As we went around the back of the cabin, Daddy pointed to a shady spot, and I frowned. “No, he can’t see in the windows from there. He’ll be lonely.”
That should have been obvious.
“Right here.” As we went around toward the living room side of the cabin, I knew it was perfect. “Here, Daddy.”
I started piling up snow, but Daddy looked around like it was some kind of engineering project. “Let me go get the shovel. That might help get bigger piles.”
After promising to be good while he was gone, no wandering into the woods or taking off my hat, Daddy went to get the snow shovel from the shed. He was right. It did make bigger piles. But it still took a lot of effort to get the piles to be round and perfect for our snowman.
So much effort that after a while, even the idea of throwing a snowball at him seemed like hard work. Next time we came out I was going to tackle him into the ground and throw snow all over him. I had big plans…after my arms recovered.
I couldn’t decide if snow was heavier than I’d remembered or if I was just getting old, but it felt like I’d worked a twenty-four-hour shift by the time it was done. But it was worth it because while he was a little bit ugly, he was our snowman.
“Come on, I think it’s time to get you warm.” Daddy looked down and frowned at my wet gloves as he took my hand. “And it’s clearly time to get you dry too. These are soaking wet.”
Maybe just a little.
And my socks might be a little wet too. Somehow the snow always seemed to wiggle inside the boots no matter how careful I was.