Daddy Cam by K.M. Neuhold

Author:K.M. Neuhold [Neuhold , K.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-08-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

FELIX

My ass feels tender inside and out, my heart fluttering violently before I’m even fully conscious. Saxon spanked me last night, and he let me call him Daddy. My eyes spring open, the giddy feeling inside my chest too much to contain.

It takes exactly half a millisecond to realize that I’m all alone in bed. The spot Saxon was in when we fell asleep is rumpled but cold, and besides the aching bruises on my ass and the t-shirt I’m wearing, there’s no evidence that last night was even real.

My mouth goes dry, and my skin feels suddenly clammy. Saxon was quiet while we ate dinner. I thought he needed time to process everything, but what if it was something bigger than that?

My heart forces its way into my throat as images of Saxon lying awake all night regretting what we did, what I goaded him into doing, play in my mind. Oh god, I’m a monster. I took an awkward situation and made it even more uncomfortable by asking him to spank me.

Wait, did I ask him, or did he offer? I can’t remember now. It’s all such a blur.

I throw back my comforter and climb out of bed. Maybe I’m overreacting. It’s possible Saxon is in the kitchen making breakfast right now. That’s what Daddies do after a wild night, right? They make sure their boy is well fed and taken care of. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a Daddy, but I’m sure something like that doesn’t change.

I pause long enough to grab a pair of sweatpants out of my dresser, tripping as I pull them on, and then sprinting out of my bedroom toward the kitchen. My heart sinks when I find it just as empty as my bed.

There is a thermos next to a plate containing a cherry Danish, and as I get closer, I notice a note on the counter as well. He left me breakfast, which has to be a good sign, right? Except, in Saxon’s world, a pastry is not an acceptable breakfast. You need protein to fuel your brain for the day. Is it a special treat because I made him happy, or is it a consolation prize? A sugary pick-me-up while I read the breakup letter he left for me? Not even a real breakup, since we never talked about actually being together.

I pick up the Danish, nervously nibbling at the edge of the flakey crust while I work up the courage to read it.

Saxon won’t tell me he’s moving out in a note, not even after catching me in such a compromising position and then spanking me until my soul left my body. I’m sure the note is simply explaining where he went and then most likely professing his undying love for me along with expressing regret that it took so long for him to see me that way. You know, your typical happily ever after type stuff. On the other hand, he also didn’t fuck me, even though he was hard and I was more than willing.

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