The Fort Part 3- Looking Back
Chapter 26- Moving in
© L 2025
'Oh yes, I remember you moving in like it was yesterday! Despite telling you I knew it was the right decision, I was honestly still convincing myself'. I look at you shocked, as I delve into my camembert and caramelised red onion topped burger, but I also smile 'you've never said that before'. 'I was falling for you', you say as you rip into your classic double cheese burger with added bacon. 'I was just too scared to admit it to myself or you'. I look at you a little sceptically, 'the dominant, sure of himself and everything around him, J Richardson was scared'? I say slightly mocking. 'Even dominants as great as me', you say mockingly back. 'We can be scared to share our feelings, if they aren't sure those feelings will be reciprocated'...
Laying on my hotel bed only a few hours later.
I glaned at my phone, it was 1.37am. Once again my hotel neighbours were being loud. Well, either they were being loud, or the walls really were unbelievably thin. Either way I got no sleep again! At 6am, when I finally felt like I could text you without it being 'too early', I asked if I could move in that day. I knew although it was Saturday, you were working, so I added I didn't mind waiting until the evening, but you called me ten minutes later and said 'come when you're ready. I'm working from home for a bit, no other plans, so in all day'. I immediately said I was on my way, and you said you would have the kettle on and ready for when I arrived. Grabbing the carrier bag that I had bought my takeaway back in, I shoved into it my laptop, charger, toothbrush, toothpaste, hair brush, and jumper. It was bursting at the seams. I flew down the stairs two at a time, gave the receptionist my key, and when she asked if I'd had a pleasant stay, I smiled and said yes. There was simply no point in saying anything further, I just wanted out and to get to yours as quickly as possible.
Fifteen minutes later I pulled up in front of your house. I had been here many times before, but this felt different. Well, it was different. For a start I was wearing clothes. Usually you ordered me to arrive in nothing but seductive underwear and heals under my large coat. You opened the door and walked out to greet me. I almost did a double take, you were wearing lounge pants and a t-shirt. I had never seen you in anything other than suit trousers and shirt, unless they were accompanied by a tie and jacket. I wasn't even sure you owned any other clothes, and here you were standing before me with flip flops on your feet. I remember you took my hand and led me inside. You were gentle, yes still with a dominating presence, but you were kind. As we sat and drank coffee in your kitchen on two bar stools I relayed my evening, the takeaway adventure, what the men said, and how I'd had another sleepless night. It was now Saturday I had three days left before I had to submit an assignment that I hadn't even finished.
When I finished my coffee, you took my hand. Your blood was boiling from my tale of what I'd done and been through the night before, 'just promise me now, you'll never go back into that area of town'? It was an easy promise to make, one I have never broken. But you knew I didn’t need you getting angry right now, so to distract yourself, you showed me round the house as if it was my first time. Well, again, technically it was. As the tour of the downstairs concluded you gave me a set of keys, front door, back door, my bedroom door. Then you gestured for me to head up the stairs first saying 'you know the way'. At the top of the stairs was the main bathroom, then the room next to that would be my bedroom. Next to that was the room we referred to as your 'play room'. Then your office. At the end of the corridor was your bedroom. I slid the key into the lock of my new bedroom door and opened it.
I had never even seen inside this room, the door had always been shut when ever I visited. The room was much bigger than I imagined it to be. The double bed was pushed against one wall, it had a built in triple wardrobe, a separate set of sturdy looking stand alone drawers, a decent sized desk and what looked like the most comfortable desk chair I had ever seen. You opened the wardrobe and on two shelves were bedding and towels. You said you weren't sure I had my own, so it was up to me if I used them or not. You then told me to go and take a shower, commenting that I must be going for some kind of record now I had worn the same jeans for three days. I didn't hesitate. Right then and there I needed you to take control, even if it was only for a few seconds while you gave me a simple order. Besides, I loved your bathroom, it was always warm, smelled amazing, and the rain shower soaked you, but in a gentle way.
It was good to shower, to feel clean, to wash my hair. As I walked with a towel round me to my bedroom, I was met with all my belongings that you had wasted no time in fetching from my car. You walked in behind me, seeing my wet hair dripping down my naked back, it was inviting. You had successfully convinced me it was a good idea for me to move in and become your tenant, now you just needed to convince yourself! 'I will leave you to get settled', you said as you closed the door.
Downstairs you put the kettle on for the second time, it had just gone 8am. You opened your work surface pro, and using the stylus pen, highlighted words in a report, unable to fully concentrate. Once the kettle stopped boiling you made two fresh mugs of coffee and bought them up. Speaking loudly through thr door, you said 'alright if I come in'? I mumbled 'sure', and you walked into disorganised chaos. Two of my boxes had been ripped open, clothes thrown everywhere, my laptop was falling off the bed. I was sat on the bed, shivering, still in only a towel that was now cold and wet, I had my head in my hands, and I was crying. You immediately put down the mugs and came over to me, worried and slightly confused.
Through almost unintelligible sobs I said single words; can't, fail, useless, idiot. While it may have been the most inappropriate thing for you to do in that moment or not. You slowly took my towel from around me. Yes I was naked, but you had seen me naked a lot. One more time wouldn't do any more damage than leaving me in that state. You grabbed the Sherpa blanket you put at the end of my bed, ordered me to stand and wrapped it round me. Then you sat down on my bed, pulled me into you so I was sat my back against your chest, my legs between your thighs. You stroked my arm, my head, and said in a calm voice 'Daddy’s got you'. Eventually you managed to get me to open up to you, and explain what happened. I went searching for my jogging bottoms, I couldn't find them, I couldn't find my underwear, or a warm jumper. I got so angry I accidentally kicked my laptop and it fell off the bed. Now it wouldn't turn on, I had lost an entire assignment and would fail the module. You held me tightly, really tightly.
Then you had an idea, you ordered me up, you didn't ask, you ordered, definitely ordered, and told me to follow you. I followed you to your bedroom. I wasn't in the mood to play but I had no fight left in me. But rather than pull me onto your bed, you went to your wardrobe, opened it and retrieved a familiar looking cloth bag. You put it on your bed, opened it, and bought out a set of loose pyjama bottoms and a long sleeve t-shirt. They were mine! The first time I ever played in your home, you asked me to put some comfortable clothes in a bag to keep at yours in case of an emergency. We had never needed them, and I had completely forgotten they were here. As I said thank you, you pulled me into your bed, within minutes I was asleep.
I slept all morning in your bed, my body catching up on much needed sleep after getting very little since arriving at that god awful hotel. When I woke I came out your bedroom, you were in your office, the door was open and you called me when you heard me. I stood in your doorway, you told me you had made sandwiches for lunch, and wanted me to go downstairs put the kettle on and you would join me in a minute. I was always so independent until I was around you. Not only did it disappear, I found my thought process hazy around you, like I needed you to help me decide even the simplest of decisions, but I loved feeling that way. I never had to think about submitting to you, it came as easy to me as breathing, it was natural, subconscious, and kept me feeling more alive than anything. Downstairs I put the kettle on, you had made enough sandwiches for us to eat for dinner that night too, but I was starving having eaten nothing so far that day. I saw my laptop on the worktop open, but the screen was off. Just as you said, before the kettle even stopped boiling you had come downstairs.
In the fort we both tidy away our dinner, at least takeaway didn't mean a lot of washing up. Then you ordered me to lay down on my stomach. You applied more lotion to my ass that had stopped turning darker. I got out my magnetic blocks, and we both started making a fairy castle together. I told you it needed at least three bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen and a lounge area. I put you to work putting together the downstairs, while I concentrated on the upstairs. As that was far more difficult, and you weren't qualified to handle such a big task. Of course I was being ironic, as you were an architect. But right now you weren't at work, you were Daddy, and as all good Daddy’s do, when princess asks for the downstairs of a castle to be built, they simply get on with it.