Cup of Joe (Bold Brew 1)

“I see you decided to be a naughty boy.” Joe sounded like he approved of this choice. “I’m going to check the locks and lower the blinds. When I get back, you better be in those panties.”

Check the locks. Joe was such an adult. But also smart. And sweet, the way he took care of me, didn’t want either of us of embarrassed by an unexpected interruption. Setting aside my plate, I considered not obeying Joe, simply to see what would happen, if I’d get spanked. But I also liked pleasing him, liked the satisfied expression he got when I followed his requests.

In the end, I settled for undressing there in the nook, but slowly. Enough that he could punish me if he wanted, but not outright defiance. I set my shirt on the back of the chair, taking a moment to smooth out the wrinkles.

“I think you can move faster.” Joe finished drawing the shades, coming to stand in front of me with hands on his hips.

“Maybe.” I licked my lower lip as I fingered the button to my jeans.

Frowning, Joe yanked me to him, one hand on my ass and the other coming to cup my chin, making me look at him. “How about a ‘yes, Daddy’ instead of trying to goad me into a spanking?”

Damn. I guessed I was rather obvious. I gave him what I hoped was a contrite smile.

“Sorry. Yes, Daddy.”

“I’m not sure you are sorry.” Joe palmed my ass, squeezing in a way that had me groaning. “I think you like being the bratty boy.”

“May—yes.” I changed my tune from my coy response when Joe gripped me more firmly. Not enough to leave marks, but enough to remind me who was boss. “Yes, Daddy.”

“I’m driving. Understand? You remember your safeword if you need me to stop or slow down, but Daddy’s in charge.”

“Yes.” I gave the same happy sigh I did every time Joe referred to himself as Daddy. It was part of the game, and a signal that we were on the same page as far as the scene went. Even doing ordinary stuff like the cooking earlier, Joe gave off strong Daddy vibes and kept me grounded while also making me anticipate times these more deliberate playtimes where he transitioned from Joe, the nice guy who liked to take care of others, to stern Daddy, who didn’t hesitate to put me in my place.

And he was right about bratty. The more time we spent together, the more I valued the space he gave me where I didn’t have to be Levi, the good kid who never made a fuss and followed all the rules, and instead I could be naughty. Say no. Tease. Earn punishment and praise both. And enjoy all of it.

“And if your mouth is otherwise occupied and you need your safeword, you can pinch me hard.”

“Ooh.” I batted my eyes at him and slithered against his body. We had talked about oral a fair bit on the phone, but we hadn’t made it that far in person yet. And I was dying to get there. “Is my mouth going to be occupied?”

“Brat. You’re going to have to earn that reward.” Joe gave me another hard squeeze on the ass before releasing me and turning me toward the sink. “Jeans off. Then dishes.”

I made a show of pouting as I peeled off my jeans. I didn’t have an endless supply of panties. Joe made me want to order more, though. These were pink and lacier than my black ones, more sheer. They felt both sexier and more demure, which I played up as part of my pouting, acting all nervous. My antics earned me an approving glance from Joe even as he gave me another swat on the ass.

“Oh.” I rubbed my ass, being sure to pull my panties enticingly as I did it. “I’m going, I’m going.”

“Good boy.” Joe moved to the sink, us naturally falling to a rhythm of him rinsing things and handing to me to load the dishwasher. He took advantage of each time I needed to bend, groping my ass and giving me heated looks that made my stomach flutter. “Tell me how you feel, showing off your panties.”

“Naughty.” I wiggled as I lined up another plate. “The good kind of dirty. I like it when I’m almost naked and you’re not. Something about that turns me on.”

“Me too.” Pulling me to him, Joe gave me a swift kiss that made my toes curl against the tile floor.

“Not that I wouldn’t mind seeing you…” I reached for his shirt’s buttons. It was a nice shirt, gray with a stripe, and looked good with his black canvas work pants, but I wanted at his skin.

“None of that.” Joe removed my hands and splashed some water at me, making me hurry that much faster to get done. Luckily, there hadn’t been that many dishes, and we finished quickly.