“But this is much more fun.” His teasing voice had me sitting up and frowning. I was doing my best to look stern, but his amusement was contagious.
“For who?” My frown was starting to fail, however.
“For me.” He chuckled and kissed my forehead. “But I think it’s time to get you dressed for the day and maybe a reward for being so good.”
What kind of reward?
“I was good?” What had I done?
Daddy chuckled. “You did your best to answer all my questions and you were honest about what made you nervous and what you were curious about. I’m very proud of you.”
There was still a little voice in the back of my mind that said I should be embarrassed, but a bigger part was excited. I’d made him proud. And the smile he was wearing said it was more than that. He was happy. Relief finally hit that the conversation was over and I hadn’t done anything to scare him off or weird him out.
Even the conversations about spankings and erections hadn’t gone as bad as I thought they might. Sure, I wasn’t someone he would have picked out to date, but as a Daddy, he seemed to understand that I would react to things and that didn’t bother him.
We’d have to see how that whole bathing thing would go, but for the time being, I was feeling good about it all.
Kind of.
Mostly.
No, I was good. I wasn’t going to be embarrassed or hide. I had a Daddy for a few days and I wasn’t going to waste the chance to figure shit out. How often would something like this fall into my lap?
With my luck? Never.
He was nice and understanding and sexy. I wasn’t going to let my fears ruin it or make him think I was second-guessing what we’d discussed. Curling back into him, because that was just my favorite place to be, I nodded. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I wasn’t going to hide how happy I was that I’d made him proud.
I was his little boy and that was a perfectly normal reaction.
At least according to the internet.
“After we get you ready for the day, do you want to play with your toys?” Daddy ran his hand down my back, making me want to sigh and cuddle even closer.
“Yes, Daddy.” I closed my eyes and just soaked up his touch.
The past hour had my emotions bouncing between extremes and I was just glad it was done. I had a better idea now why he’d been so adamant that we had a lot to talk about, but that didn’t mean I was glad we’d done it.
If this was the type of discussion I needed to have with someone else before we did anything BDSM related together, then I wasn’t going to be in any hurry to jump into a relationship or scene. If it was hard with Forest, how weird would it be with a complete stranger?
Okay, maybe some things would be easier if we were having sex too, but if it was just someone who was exploring the BDSM with me without the relationship part? Oh, hell no.
“More cuddle time or do you want to get ready?” I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head as he hugged me.
That was a hard decision.
But I had a feeling if I stayed cuddled up to him for much longer, I might fall asleep. “Clothes then more cuddles later.”
When I wasn’t so inclined to take a nap.
One day I was going to get to enjoy time off work instead of sleeping the whole time.
“Okay.” I knew he was waiting for me to move—but that didn’t mean I was going to rush.
When he chuckled and his fingers started wiggling against my ribs, I knew I was running out of cuddle time. He’d put me down for a nap or make me talk more if I didn’t get up. Forcing my arms to work, I pushed up and sat back on the other end of the couch.
“Good boy.” Daddy smiled as he stood, reaching for my hand.
When I finally got up and stretched, it was easy to tell how long we’d been talking. Rolling my shoulders, I tried to loosen my muscles and wake everything up. Daddy chuckled but stepped behind me and started kneading my shoulders. “Who’s supposed to be the old man here?”
My brain had a smart-ass comment that was a great comeback, but I just moaned as the massage hit me. Daddy’s chuckle said it had sounded dirty, but I didn’t care. It was wonderful. “More.”
Daddy made another pleased, happy sound but continued massaging my shoulders. “I think a hot shower is in order. The spray should feel good.”
Did that mean he was going to give me privacy?
Was it my friend Forest, my Dom, or my Daddy that was talking?
I was starting to realize there were layers of all those relationships in almost every conversation, but I couldn’t always tell which part of him was running things since they were all kind of take-charge.
Nodding, I realized it wasn’t important. Either way, we both knew he was going to be in control, so I wasn't going to worry about it. He’d let me know what he wanted and all I had to do was let him lead. Sure, I knew he was focused on me and doing what was best for his boy, but it was just easier to think about his reactions.
When he gave my shoulders a pat and nudged me toward the stairs, I knew my massage was over. “Shower and then we’ll see how you feel.”
“I’m fine. That was just nice.” It was basically true, but Daddy huffed and started running his hand down my back as we headed up the stairs.
“We’ll see.”
I’d just been working too much, but admitting that to him sounded like a bad idea at this point. He’d already made it clear that he was going to stay in touch and I had a feeling he wouldn’t like how insane my schedule was some days.
“Yes, Daddy.” Agreeing was easier than explaining, so I just nodded.
When we got to the bed with my duffel bag on it, he stroked his hand over my head. “Show me what you packed.”
Laying out my clothes was simple, but it really made me feel like he was Daddy. Something as unassuming as him picking out a pair of sweatpants and T-shirt had the grown-up thoughts from earlier slipping away.
“These will work just fine. Show me your underwear and then we’ll get you cleaned up.” I should have focused more on the getting me cleaned up part, but my brain focused on the underwear.
Spending money on clothes people wouldn’t see hadn’t been my top priority lately. So except for a few pairs of nice boxer briefs I saved for possible hookups and hadn’t even packed, all my underwear had seen better days.
I tried to look casual as I pulled out a stack of briefs and boxers I’d owned since before I’d been out on my own. They’d been expensive to begin with and didn’t look that old, so replacing them with sexier ones had been the last thing on my list.
Food and a roof over my head had been my biggest focus, but as he picked through them, I moved buying new ones up a few steps higher on the to-buy list. Nice ones couldn’t be that expensive, could they?
“Perfect.” His version of perfect turned out to be white briefs that were probably a size too small at this point.
Why hadn’t I thrown the damned things out?
“You are going to look very cute in these.” There was something about his expression that said he was telling the truth and maybe even understating how he felt.
Was he really thinking about how I would look in the briefs?
There didn’t seem to be a good response, so I just waited for more instructions. When in doubt, let Daddy figure out what do to next. That was going to be my motto from there on out. Daddy gave me a knowing smile as he picked up my clothes.