“Isn’t your friend Freddie the new CEO of that beer company that you were working on the campaign for?” Law asked.
“Yeah,” Nicky replied.
“Wouldn’t it make sense to ask him to bring something? It is his livelihood and he probably knows more than any of us.”
And that was when Nicky realized that having a partner to talk things out with might take some time to get used to, but it was better than struggling on his own. He grinned over at Law. “Good point.”
Law marked that line in green.
The list was now color-coded with tasks assigned to the people of their small group. Everyone had at least one item to do, which wasn’t a lot but removed the pressure from him.
“I’ll send out a text to everyone later tonight with an explanation and what they contribute.” Law set the laptop on the coffee table before leaning back against the couch.
The release of the day’s stress nearly made him breathless.
“Now here is my second suggestion for the night,” Law said. “You’ve had a stressful day. Would you like to spend some time little tonight? With me?”
Nicky perked up. He’d love to be little! And with Law acting as his Daddy. He really wanted that too. But… “What about our date?”
“We can have a little date tonight,” Law said. “I still want to take you to dinner before Christmas Eve. I want to take you out and wine and dine you. To show you off. Let everyone see the smart, handsome, and wonderful man that I’m dating.”
“I’d like that too,” Nicky whispered. “But are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” Law said with a smile. “This is us. Our relationship and we get to define it to fit our needs. There might be times when I need to stay inside and take care of my boy. Tonight it just happens to be what you need.”
It was what Nicky needed. Just maybe not yet. He pushed the urge to become little down as he climbed to his knees on the couch. Setting a hand on Law’s broad shoulder, he threw his leg over Law’s to staddle his lap.
Law’s brow rose but his hands came down on Nicky’s hips to grip him tight.
“Thank you,” Nicky told him sincerely.
“Anytime, boy,” Law replied.
Leaning forward, Nicky dropped his eyes to Law’s lips. He’d take Law up to his nursery and they would spend time together in the most intimate of ways. A Daddy and little relationship required trust, understanding, and was special. At least to Nicky. It wasn’t common inside the BDSM community. Nicky had met several men and women that identified as subs and even some of them didn’t understand Nicky’s need for regression.
For a long time, Nicky kept his needs a secret. He’d been embarrassed that he wanted more than calling some older man Daddy during sex. That was common. It was everything else that Nicky craved. Not just the use of the honorific inside the club like calling someone sir or master. Sure, Nicky wanted to call his man Daddy, but it wasn’t just a word to toss around. Not to him.
Having a Daddy meant that Nicky wasn’t alone in the world.
When his partner identified as a Daddy, it meant that they would look out for Nicky’s needs. That Nicky would be a priority in his partner’s life. He’d never been a priority as a child. His father hadn’t cared if Nicky ate, or went to school, or even if Nicky was at home at night. It had been like he was the parent and Nicky’s father needed to be catered to.
“Are you going to stare at me, or kiss me?” Law asked with a chuckle.
Nicky blinked, realizing that he’d gotten lost in his thoughts. “I’m going to kiss you.”
“Good,” Law told him.
“And then I’m going to suck you off.”
Law made a strangled sound.
Nicky pushed his hips forward so that Law could feel Nicky’s erection. He’d been hard since Law had grabbed his laptop, taking control of the situation that Nicky had gotten overwhelmed with.
“Once I’ve had my treat, you’re going to take me to my nursery where I can be your baby,” Nicky finished.
Law’s big strong arms cupped Nicky’s ass, encouraging Nicky’s small rolling of his hips. “Whatever you want, baby.”
That’s right. Whatever he wanted. For a few minutes it was him in charge. Leaning closer, he brushed his lips over Law’s. Just a brush, gentle, soft. “Daddy,” he murmured.
