Daddy’s Forbidden Room Read online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
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Kevin took a deep breath and looked into Sandro’s chocolate brown eyes. “And if I stay, we can go bare?”

“Yes, we’ll get tested, and I’ll be loyal to you so that I can leave that sweet hole dripping with my spunk.”

“Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“I’d like to stay.”

Chapter 7

The new reality in which Kevin had found himself had its issues. Being cut off from the internet felt frustrating at times—especially when he was in the mood for porn—and being all alone in a big house on an island came with challenges he hadn’t expected. Like being afraid to pass the upstairs bathroom at night, because he somehow got it in his head that he’d heard a scratching coming from there along with a spooky voice.

When Sandro wasn’t around, he got more lonely than he could have expected, but he was allowed to make phone calls to a select group of people, so he’d talk to Brandon or some other friends for hours at a time. He even called his parents several times in the months since leaving their house, and achieved a begrudging truce of sorts. He told them he’d gotten a job as a property caretaker because the reality that he had a Sugar Daddy was a bit too out there to touch upon when his parents still hadn’t swallowed the fact that he was gay.

But as testing as Kevin’s new life sometimes was, it would be worth it on payout day. One. Million. Dollars. For a year of learning to cook from a top Italian chef, being tutored in painting, and fucking the sexiest man alive. In conditions like these, Kevin could hardly complain about being cut off from the world.

He’d made impressive progress in his drawing and painting skills since he couldn’t procrastinate on Facebook for hours, and the area itself was inspiring in ways he hadn’t expected. On days when the weather was nice, he’d go for walks around the island and notice things he wouldn’t have if his nose were in his phone half the time.

Staying by the water gave him a new appreciation of nature, and he painted landscapes more than ever, but Sandro always remained on his mind. His hugs, his kisses, the long fuck sessions that left Kevin sore but oh-so-satisfied. So Sandro featured in Kevin’s art too. Maybe not literally, but he was there. Kevin had studied Sandro’s tattoos with his eyes, fingers, and tongue, and obsessed about them so much they started appearing in his work. He’d sketched them endless times, and whenever he painted the birds, he felt closer to Sandro even when his Daddy was miles away for work.

As the months passed, their relationship had blossomed in such unexpected ways Kevin sometimes lost ground under his feet. Sandro showered him with gifts and affection, and whenever he spent time in their giant nest of a mansion, he was present.

He complimented Kevin’s efforts at cooking, which in turn made Kevin excited to get better at it. He might still have a long way to go, but he’d made enormous progress under Chef Salvatore’s watchful eye. It turned out making food from scratch was much more satisfying than having instant noodles and Pop-Tarts.

Sandro provided him with everything he needed or wanted, so being able to give back by preparing fancy meals for him made Kevin feel useful. Sure, their arrangement meant that he was paid for being Sandro’s company and sexual partner, but because Kevin was always so excited to jump Sandro’s bones, it never felt like a chore.

Whenever Sandro was there, and they watched movies under a blanket on a cold night, Kevin didn’t think about an abstract sum of money he’d be getting at the end of their contract. He felt as if he simply had the best boyfriend in the world.

Sometimes sex with Sandro was rough, sometimes sweet. Sometimes they dressed up and role-played, and sometimes it was just the two of them, naked in the sheets. A few times Sandro put him in handcuffs, and a few other times, he’d fucked Kevin with a throbbing vibrator that made Kevin come without his cock being touched. They even played around with ropes, and Sandro had been a patient model for Kevin’s tying skills, but knots weren’t Kevin’s forte. There was so much variety to their sex, and he’d never once felt disrespected or used.

He was hopelessly enamoured with his tattooed, confident Daddy. A man who seemed to have the world wrapped around his little finger yet, out of all the pretty boys Sandro could have chosen, he’d picked Kevin.

But no amount of yoga, or handmade fig cookies could distract Kevin from the fact that it was Christmas Eve and Sandro hadn’t arrived yesterday, like he’d promised.

Kevin had gone all out with decorations Sandro had allowed him to order, and he’d almost killed himself when he’d fallen off the ladder while decorating the massive Christmas tree Sandro had arranged to be delivered last week. Gold, green and red sparkled all around Kevin in the form of tinsel, baubles, stars, and fairy lights. The house could have won some kind of ‘Rustic Christmas’ interior design award if Kevin were allowed to take photos. But since he wasn’t, he settled for endless hours of sketching his lovely decor. It had been good practice all in all, so he wasn’t complaining.



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