At Home (Finding Home, #1)

by Carly Marie

We were the founding members of the country music band, Hometown. Harrison was the bass guitarist and had grown up with me in Oklahoma. I was lead vocals for the band and played acoustic guitar as well.

Appearance wise, he was just my type; tall and muscular without being taller than me or looking like a gym rat. His shaggy blonde hair and big, blue, puppy-dog eyes gave him a younger, more innocent appearance. He was younger than me for sure, but not jailbait. If I had to guess, I’d say he was in his mid-twenties. That would make him a full ten years younger than I was, give or take. And if that thought didn’t have my inner Daddy Dom waking up...

I nodded. “I’m the sheriff of an area about a half an hour from here. I met a friend tonight to discuss a case we’ve been working on involving both our jurisdictions.” Derek’s eyes twinkled. “If you do your job half as well as you wear that uniform, I bet you’re amazing.” I choked on my beer and Derek’s cheeks turned red. “Oh my god, I have no idea where that came from!” he gasped, his hand covering his mouth in surprise.

Fuck, the thought of calling Colt “Daddy” was doing all sorts of things to my insides. I could definitely put a big check mark beside Daddy kink on my rapidly growing mental list.

I slowly licked a stripe from his balls, over his hole and up his crease, delighting in the babbling and whimpering falling from Derek’s mouth.

Halfway to Nashville, I was ready to admit the lead singer of the band had a good voice and was hopeful the concert wouldn’t be a total dumpster fire.

“I may be submissive, but I don’t like to be whipped, tied, or bound. That’s just not my thing. And the thought of kneeling before someone weirds me out.”

Little boys like bath time. It’s okay you’re enjoying it.” He hadn’t come out and said, “It’s okay that you’re hard as a rock and enjoying this,” but he still managed to set my mind at ease.

It was a lot like sleeping with a koala, but he had no interest in being anywhere but attached to me.

I could just see me meeting someone new and trying to explain all of this. “I’m a submissive, I prefer to bottom, I really want to be Daddy’s boy, and I suck my thumb.” They’d go running for the hills. Yup, I was never going on another date again.

Yet, I had this dream man asleep in my bed who had accepted everything I threw at him without so much as a blink of an eye.

“Um, because he fucked you into oblivion and you were riding high for days afterward. I think you need more of that. Maybe after a round between the sheets, you’ll actually sleep for more than a few hours.” I rolled my eyes and pushed his shoulder. “Go get showered. We have to be loaded up in an hour.” If he only knew how much I needed Daddy right then he would probably laugh at me.

“Daddy,” I gasped as tears filled my eyes and spilled over. “Whoa, buddy. What’s wrong?” he asked, his cool demeanor changing to concerned in a matter of seconds. “I-I-I need you,” I choked out. “Where are you? I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Wo! I love seeing Daddy's like this in stories.