Sugar Baby

10. Daddy is Not Amused

Getting to be in the same house with Kam whilst knowing I can't cross a line with him is becoming a little harder than I had imagined, pun unintended.

Yesterday I managed to avoid the situation by going out to visit one of my friends for which I spent the whole evening being punished because Kam somehow thought I spent the day with Keith. Keith who hasn't talked to me since our trip and blocked my number because I apparently didn't know my priorities.

Today the princess has changed tactics though. Instead of the haughty eyes, the banged doors, the silent treatment and loud music, he's all smiles today. And half-naked. In the fucking kitchen.

"I'm taking up yoga again Daddy. Do you want to join me?" Kam asks, his face upside down.

He's on his knees on a yoga mat, his back arched until it's not even possible anymore and his hands stretched out on the floor in front of his head. What the fuck kind of yoga pose is that?

The little black boxers he's wearing hug his ass like second skin but the selling point is the word written in blush pink and glitter across his ass:

Daddy's boy.

Deep fucking breath Dominic. I think of all the disgusting things I can to get rid of that image from my mind but it's fucking useless. Kam's ass is not just fuckable, it's phenomenal and it pisses me off that I'm noticing even after all my rigid control over the past couple of years.

At least the light sheen of sweat coating his skin proves this show is not just for my benefit. He's actually doing some yoga, or at least I hope he is.

"In the kitchen? Not enough space in your room?" I asked nonchalantly, opening the fridge and grabbing some water.

I keep it open longer, hoping the blast of cold air to my misbehaving nether regions would knock some sense into tu them.

"I like the light in here," he replies innocently.

I'm not buying that and I hope my frown tells him.

He is now moving into a split. A position that gives me a front line seat to his beautiful, toned chest and dusky nipples. If I looked lower I would probably see more than I bargained for with the obscene little boxers he's wearing.

I make a decided effort not to look at Kam as I sit down for breakfast. My eyes remain stuck on the first page of the newspaper I'm reading. I couldn't even tell what the headline is if someone asked. I'm too aware....

Aware of the boy that's on the floor next to me. Aware of the alluring scent of his skin mixed with a little sweat. Aware of how perfect he is when he looks at me with innocent eyes whilst spewing total bullshit. Aware of how perfectly he would feel in my arms... hold the fuck up. We're not going there.

"It's Sunday today. Have you done all your school work?" I ask.

I need to at least return some level of normalcy in this house. It will only encourage him if I show him how his little stunts affect me.

"I need help."

"Bring it after lunch then."

Of course the fucking homework is about sexual reproduction. Of course Kam asks to cut my hair and it turns out into a fucking head massage.

By sundown I'm done. Absolutely done.

"I think you have enough footage now," I drop the camera and leave Kamden's room.

He asked me an hour ago to take a close up video of him. A video he didn't mention would involve him shaking his ass whilst wearing ridiculous heels that are taller than most new born babies.