This was crazy. The more I called him Daddy, the more right it felt. That nasty voice in the back of my head tried to intrude, telling me that Perry was just playing with my feelings, that as soon as someone better came along, I’d be alone again. Who would want a fifty-year-old boy? Nobody, that's who.
“Princess, where did you go just then?” Perry's calm voice filtered through my rambling thoughts. I blinked a few times, focusing on his calm blue eyes.
“Why do you want me?” Well, I supposed I was going to go there. Never let it be said that I was not the king of self-sabotage.
Perry got off the bed, and my heart sank immediately until Perry reached down and grabbed my hand, pulling me from the bed towards the standing mirror I had on the other side of the room.
He stepped behind with one of his arms wrapped around my middle. I felt safe until he commanded me to look up at my reflection.
“Tell me what you see, sweetheart?” Perry said, his breath brushing against my skin.
I glanced at the mirror and went to look away, but Perry’s hand caught my chin and held me still. I was forced to look at the two of us in the mirror, Perry dressed and stunningly handsome, and me, a middle-aged sub who was craving something I shouldn’t.
“I see a middle-aged man who wants more than he should.” I answered softly, wanting to look away, but Perry’s hand held me fast.
Perry’s hand on my waist moved to lift my shirt, showing off more of my lace underwear and stomach. “Do you know what I see?”
The heat of Perry’s hand against my skin was distracting, and it took me a moment to realise he had asked me a question.
“What do you see, Sir?” I asked Perrytskedsofty against my ear.
“Call me Daddy.” I looked into the mirror. I saw Perry looking back at me with a hunger that made my gut clench in anticipation and an unshakable feeling he wanted to own me.
I licked my lips and looked directly at Perry’s reflection. “What do you see, Daddy, when you look in the mirror?”
The skin on my neck pebbled where Perry ghosted his lips, stopping to suck a mark on it before lifting his head to speak.
“Hmm. What I see, lovely boy, is a man who spends his time clinging to control, who works so hard caring for others that he neglects himself.” I shrugged my shoulders, neither confirming nor denying his assessment, but he wasn’t finished. “You need someone to take the load off your shoulders and to let you be the sweet middle I know you try to hide.”
I couldn’t hide my smile. I was finding Perry had this knack of saying exactly what I wanted to hear, but I couldn’t help but throw a little sass his way.
“Well, if you’re offering to take my load…” I grinned, throwing in a lecherous eyebrow wiggle for good measure.
“Cheeky boy. That is something we can negotiate.” Perry nipped gently at my ear. “Daddy does like his arse soundly bred occasionally, but you’d have to earn that privilege.”
Holy shit could this man be any sexier?
Chapter Eleven
This sweet boy was incorrigible. He was going to test my limits and my patience, that was for certain. I looked forward to the challenge he was going to be. It did mean I was going to have to step up my game as a Master. I knew where to draw lines and what punishments worked with bratty subs, but I was going to have to have a sit down with Aiden and Cal to get their perspectives on being a daddy. I was ready to leap in with both feet, but I had to rein myself in and consider Cullen’s needs.
All that mattered in that moment was the fact that he was in my arms and was listening to what I had to say. We would need to work on his self-esteem, and he needed to take better care of himself. I'd heard through Rhys and Aiden that Cullen didn’t eat regular meals and sneaking in sugary treats was more an ‘all the time’ thing than an occasional one. How was my tenacious doctor going to react when I put my foot down? Well, first, he had to agree to being my boy, my sub, my perfect man. I had already come to terms with how ridiculously fast I was falling for him, but this was Cullen, the man who made me lose my voice the first time I saw him.
I looked at our reflection in the mirror, at Cullen in my arms dressed only in his pretty lace panties and dress shirt, and I realised I wanted this every day.
Fuck, I wanted to claim him, lay him on the bed, and fuck into his sweet arse until the only thought he had in his head was my name, but I needed to be the responsible Daddy and Dom I hoped I was, and that meant Cullen and I needed to talk…but after dinner.
“Okay, Princess, you get started on the tidy up, and I’ll call the fish shop. Nell doesn’t do delivery, but that’s okay, I can run down when it's ready.” Cullen nodded as he moved towards a pair of trousers laying on the floor, then lifting them up as if to put them on, which struck me with a wonderful idea.
“Wouldn’t you be happier in this?” I reached down and picked up a delicate tulle skirt in the softest of pale greens slightly different to the one I saw him tuck in his bag at the club.
Cullen's eyes went wide, and his cheeks flushed. “I—”
“Too much, sweetheart?” While I thought Cullen being able to regress and relax a little in his middle space would be good for him, I didn’t want to push him into something he wasn’t ready for.
“No, it’s just…I’ve never had someone with me when I regressed. I’m not even certain if I’m little, middle, or something in-between.” Cullen sat on the edge of his bed and looked around his room. “Last night was the first time I’d submitted in ages, and I’m afraid it's opened up a flood gate. I'm hungry for everything, but I’m afraid it’ll be too much for you.” I pushed aside the blankets and sat down next to him and pulling him into my arms. I kissed his forehead.
“You’re never going to be too much for me, Cullen.”
