Cameron x Nash Short Stories - cash -

The Gilded Age Part Seven

Cameron and I are at the grocery store, usually the live in housekeeper, Nina, does all the shopping but I managed to convince Cameron to come with me to the store because I'm craving some fresh muffins and this store has the most delicious muffins.

"Daddy, can I have blueberry and the cinnamon chip?" I ask even though I know the answer is yes. Cameron can't really say no to me, he spoils me rotten. We're closing on almost 2 years of being together, I graduated high school and I'm enrolled at Columbia studying marketing. Cameron hasn't said anything but I know that when I graduate he's giving me a job in his company.

Our relationship has grown in the last year, after that horrible night of my 18th birthday, or as I jokingly now refer to it as The Day Daddy Almost Made Nash's Ass Fall Off , we got closer to a normal relationship. He's kept his promise to never lose control like that again. He still controls me, I don't mind because I like it. I get spanked, especially when I'm a naughty boy and we do various things in his playroom that aren't so normal. Now that I'm thinking about it we really didn't get any more normal. The balance of power is still heavily on his side and honestly I like it that way. He takes very good care of me and we love each other, that's what's important to me.

"Yes, baby." Cameron replies but his attention is on his phone. I grab my muffins and I try to peek at his phone but one look stops me immediately. We head to the check out lane and my breath catches because we're standing right behind my mother. I don't have to see her face to know it's her. I haven't seen her since Cameron picked me up from school the first time. It's like I never had a mother. I think about her sometimes, I wish I could ask her why she treated me like shit all of those years, why Cameron owned me in the first place and I especially want to know what happened to my father.

I would never ask Cameron how it came to be that he owned me, that would just cause real problems. I like being a naughty boy because I love it when he spanks me, I don't want to cause a true conflict.

Cameron's attention is still on his phone and I stay as quiet as possible. I don't want her to turn around and see me because even though I'd like to ask her all of those questions I'm not sure if I actually should. She probably won't even care that I'm right behind her, she never cared for me all of those years that she had me. I never knew real affection until I moved in with Cameron, now I can't get enough of it.

I know sometimes I'm very clingy, I'll crawl onto his lap and beg for his attention when he's sitting in bed looking at spreadsheets. I do it sometimes even after he's already spent the majority of the evening with his attention fully on me. He never denies me and I know that if he did it would definitely hurt my feelings. I think he knows this and that's why he gives in.

"Nash, we're going to the Hamptons to spend the weekend with my family," Cameron says as my mother begins to ring up her items. She very well dressed, nothing like she used to dress when we lived together and I wonder what turn her life took after she got rid of me. Luckily she stepped up and the sound of the beeping machine covers Cameron's voice a bit.

"Mm, okay daddy." I murmur with a smile on my face. I love going to the Hamptons because his parents love to spoil me too. I was so scared that they would hate me but they treated me like a prince. They never mentioned the age difference or made any issue about it. We go up a few times a year and it's the summer so it will be a weekend filled with trips on the yacht, swimming in the pool and jet skiing in the lake. Most of my friends are already at the Hamptons, their parents send them there during the summer but I stay with Cameron in the city because he has a business to run and I can't be away from him for an extended period of time. I'm clingy as fuck.

My mother finishes ringing up her items and she pays, I see a huge rock on her ring finger so I guess she found some rich bastard and married him. I bet it's easier to find someone when you don't have a kid. She grabs her bag and walks out. I relax because I avoided an encounter with her. I quickly ring up my muffins and pay for it with my (Cameron's) credit card. When we exit the store my mother is nowhere in sight and I let out a sigh of relief. I don't think Cameron noticed her at all and if he did I doubt he would even care.