Coming In Early. (Kat POV)

I came into the cafe early to clean up any messes we’d left last night. God, I enjoyed that 'play time.' I was a little worried about the state I'd left Adam in last night, but it was just absolutely adorable! I couldn't believe he'd just lie in there with his legs dangling over the edge. I thought maybe he wouldn't be able to get out, but surely he's not that cute!

I was wrong. I walked into the dish pit area with rag and spray bottle in hand, dropping them both at the sight of my new little prince still inside of the dish sink, asleep. How precious!! I couldn't believe it.

I knew from the instant I'd interviewed him that he would be an amazing little boy—in fact, even back then I thought I could see just a hint of little boy already in him.

Especially when I accidentally held onto his soft little hand too long after the interview. I could see that little tinge of pink on his face, even though he tried to cover it up—what an adorable baby!

I knew then that he would have to be mine. I've always felt a need to take care of someone. To have them become fully dependent on me, to make them flustered and blushing all day long, to make them embarrassed at how aroused I can get them... ah, it makes me a little excited just talking about it.

And now, I had my little submissive one right in front of me, so helpless and exposed. His little crotch left defenseless... No, no, no. I had to stop thinking like that for now. I had to take care of my poor baby! He was probably all sore and cramped up from sleeping in that uncomfortable position all night.

I reached down into the dish pit and wrapped an arm around his back, the other arm wrapping over his little butt. I lifted him up and held him tight against my chest, his head resting on my shoulder. I could feel his soft breath tickling my neck and I held back an audible 'awe' as I nuzzled my head against his hair.

I carried him gently to the break room connected to the kitchen and rested his body supine on the couch there. I gently stroked his cheek before leaving the room to fetch his discarded clothes. A quick look-over in the dish room revealed that we’d left no mess, which was a relief since that meant I could have more time to take care of my little one. _Well, of course there was no mess, he wasn't allowed to cum! What a bad boy last night... I have to fix him today, _I thought.

Upon returning to the break room I saw that my little boy was sitting up, awake! I rushed over to him and set his clothes neatly beside him. I gently stroked his hair, looking over him intently as I tried to make sure he was okay.

"Are you okay baby? Is everything alright? Do you have a headache? Oh, I should've been more careful! I thought you'd be able to get out of that sink, but you're just too small and cute to do that, huh? And what's worse, you were in there with all those soap chemicals! You need a good breakfast, that's for sure. I'll whip one up using the cafe kitchen, and be right back! You get dressed while I'm gone, okay?" I might have said all this too fast, given his bleary expression.

I left him surprised and groggy as I hurried out of the room to the kitchen. I looked around, deciding to whip him up a half of a sandwich. I also reheated him a cup of vegetable soup from yesterday. I smiled while pouring a small cup of orange juice before bringing it all back into the room on a plastic tray. I found my little one asleep again, his underwear on but his pants wrapped around his legs!

I smiled and cooed at him, gently waking him up and whispering, "Adam... wake up. The cooks will be here soon enough, and you still have to finish dressing, you have to eat this hot breakfast, and you have to wash up just a little bit! Okay? Do you think you can be ready in about fifteen minutes? Answer me, baby."

He opened his eyes, smiling slightly. I returned the grin, but I was a little confused at what he was smiling at. Still, I just love seeing the little dimples that emerge when his lips curl, so I was willing to not ask questions. I patted his head and he let out a soft grumble, something like, "I can do it, Kat..." And as I was walking back out to open up the cafe, I heard, "and thank you... a lot..."

I paused for a moment, smiling victoriously while facing away from him. Then I moved back to the kitchen, leaving him to get ready himself.