“And you’d do that stuff with someone who was your boy all the time?” His question gave me a hint about where his mind was at, so I answered again.
“Yes, I would even do those things with someone I was exploring a relationship with or someone I was just doing a scene with because that can let a little sink even deeper into their role.” I kissed his head again. “But I would always respect someone’s boundaries. That’s why we’re going to talk this morning. I need to know what you’re comfortable with and you need to know what I’m comfortable with.”
“You have boundaries too?” Before I could respond with more than a nod, he continued. “That makes sense.”
“Everyone in a relationship has boundaries. In BDSM, they just get spelled out more clearly than in more traditional relationships.” People had limits on everything from housework to cheating, but most of the time they didn’t list them out.
“You wouldn’t suggest something that was outside your limits, right?” He was definitely grown-up Joseph now, but I was glad we were getting some of this out of the way.
“That’s correct. If I bring it up, that means I’m completely fine with it, but I need to know how you feel. And if you bring up something that’s outside my limits, we’d talk about it and figure out how I felt.” When he stilled again, I decided to keep going. “But that doesn’t mean I’d get upset. I won’t ever get frustrated or angry with you for wanting something I don’t. We’d talk. We’d compromise or maybe just decide it’s not something we’re going to do, but no one gets upset.”
I couldn’t imagine him wanting anything that would shock me, but he probably didn’t realize that yet. As far as I could tell, he’d never shared any of this with anyone in real life, so it probably felt a bit strange and overwhelming.
“We don’t usually talk about fantasies and things we’re curious about with people, even friends. But being in a BDSM relationship or even around friends in the lifestyle is different. Even if they don’t get it, most people understand not to kink shame because we all like different things.” I made a mental note to push him to find more lifestyle friends in real life once his vacation was over.
I wasn’t going to push him into dating or into a scene, but friends would go a long way toward making him more comfortable with what he wanted.
It felt a little like I was lecturing him, so I paused, waiting to see what he would say. Finally, after several long seconds, he started stroking my chest again. “Okay, then yeah, you picking out my clothes…and that stuff is fine.”
I wasn’t completely sure what “that stuff” meant, but I had a feeling it was about changing his clothes. “Then we’ll do that after breakfast.”
Giving him another hug, I relaxed my grip. “Okay, you go to the bathroom while I make your bed and then we’ll go downstairs.”
That earned me a cute blush as he pulled away, but Joseph nodded. “Okay, Daddy.”
He might not be comfortable with everything going through his head yet, but the tender way Daddy came out of his mouth said that was one thing he wasn’t going to second-guess. He might still be slightly worried about what I would think when he opened up, but I was his Daddy.
For now, at least…
Chapter 10
Joseph
I couldn’t remember the last time someone had made me breakfast. Even occasionally when I’d ended up sleeping over at a date’s house, breakfast had been coffee and something out of the freezer. Hell, I’d even been making my own breakfast since I was a kid because my parents had wanted to teach me independence.
But now my Daddy was making me banana chocolate chip pancakes. The scent was making it hard to sit still and I found myself wiggling like that would make him go faster. Daddy didn’t think it was ridiculous, though, he just kept smiling like I was cute.
“Almost done. Do you want milk or water?” He glanced over his shoulder as he stood at the stove.
“Um, milk.” I’d have probably picked coffee if it were left up to me, but little boys didn’t seem to get that…which was kind of cool, actually.
Everything about being a Daddy seemed to come so easily to Forest. He never looked awkward or like he was worried about what he was doing. I wanted to be that confident someday, but for the time being, I gave myself props for everything I’d done so far.
Smiling, like he was pleased with my choice, Daddy went over to the fridge and started getting that ready as the last of the pancakes cooked. It took several long seconds to realize that he’d grabbed one of the kiddie cups we’d found in the box last night.
A sippy cup.
I had no idea how long it’d been in the box, but Daddy had clearly taken the time to wash the dishes we’d discovered because as he set my cup down on the table, I realized the plate he’d set by the stove matched the cup. He’d gotten them ready for me.
If Daddy brought it up, I didn’t have anything to worry about because it was what he wanted too. Knowing he had limits made it easier to accept everything else. It was probably fucked-up logic, but it made everything simpler, so I wasn’t going to overthink it.
That didn’t mean I was ready to grab the cup right off the bat, though.
I might have given Daddy a bright smile as he set it down, but when he turned around to get the plates ready, I gave it several long looks. It was a sippy cup. Part of me thought it was fabulous, but I had a hard time imagining picking it up.
Fantasies were one thing, but reality was harder than I’d expected it to be.
Why couldn’t things be as easy as they were in porn?
When he brought our plates to the table, I felt my eyes getting bigger. He’d cut up my pancakes and there was even a little pool of syrup to dip them in.
“I think they’re sweet enough without the syrup, but I put a little on your plate for you. Not much, though.” As he gave me a fork, he kissed my head. “You don’t need that much sugar.”
Having him take control over such simple things was better than I’d ever dreamed.
Not that most of my fantasies had revolved around pancakes and sippy cups.
He seemed to be waiting for something as I looked at my plate and cup, so I smiled. “Thank you, Daddy.”
That made him smile in return, but he didn’t rush me. Sitting down next to me at the small square table, he started eating. I knew he was trying to give me a chance to get adjusted, but I didn’t want to overthink it.
This was easy.
It was just pancakes.
Picking up my fork, I started working my way through the little squares that were lined up on my plate. There was just something fun about eating that way. No thought required. I could just enjoy what Daddy had made me.
But that didn’t make the cup any easier.
At some point he must have realized I was avoiding it because as I stabbed another tiny stack of squares, he picked up the cup and held it up for me.
I might not have had fantasies about sippy cups…but bottles, now that was a different story. And this hit very close to home for that particular fantasy. I did my best to keep my breathing even as I swallowed and looked at the cup.
He was a Dom and a Daddy…even if he realized just how much I liked him helping me with the cup, he wouldn’t be shocked. He might not think of me that way, but he had to realize some things would turn me on or make me react physically.