“Yeah. That’s probably a good idea.”
David kept his eyes on the road, but squeezed my thigh—not enough to be painful, just enough to ground me. “Would you like me to start?”
Relief flooded me, and I nodded. “Yes, please.”
“My hard limits are breath play, heavy degradation, blood play, and scat play. The terms I like to use are dick, cock, and hole. I like having my dick sucked and my hole fingered, but I don’t like being eaten out.”
My dick was hard and throbbing at the mention of sucking David’s dick. I tried to hold back a whimper but failed. David let out a mischievous chuckle and squeezed my thigh. “Does my baby like the idea of sucking Daddy’s dick while they finger his hole?” That time, I didn’t even try to hold back the moan that came out of me.
“Yes, Daddy.”
David practically growled, his knuckles turning white around the steering wheel. “You gonna be Daddy’s good princess and let me feed you my cock?”
My hand palmed my cock as I whimpered shamelessly. “Yes, please, Daddy.”
“You haven’t told me your limits yet. If I told you to get your hand off yourself and not to touch what belongs to me, is that something you’d be okay with?”
The hand holding my cock squeezed hard. Thankfully, the intense grip kept me from coming in my panties. “My hard limits are the same. I’m most comfortable using the terms dick, cock, and hole. Honestly, I’ve been thinking about trying out some different terms to see how they feel as I further explore my gender. But for now, those are what I prefer. I enjoy having my dick sucked and rim jobs.” My hand squeezed my dick again, and I let out a small whimper. “I would absolutely be okay with you telling me my dick is yours.”
David was still looking at the road, but his knuckles were white around the steering wheel, and his grip on my thigh was deliciously painful. “Then be a good princess and let go of what’s mine. That’s Daddy’s dick now. When you’re with me, you don’t touch it. Not even to usethe bathroom. I won’t expect that right now since we just met,though, but if it’s something you also want, when you’re ready, let me know, and I’ll take you to the potty.”
My hand left my cock like it had been burned, and heat churned low in my belly. “You want to take me to the potty and what, hold my dick as I pee?”
David’s chuckle was deep and throaty. “Damn right, darling. I want to be your Daddy in every way possible and take care of all your needs.” Desire hummed beneath my skin and made me feel like I was burning up in the best way possible.
“I think you’re right; we aren’t there yet... I’m fine with not touching myself without your permission, but I need to work up to you holding my dick when I pee. I really like the idea, but I want us to become closer first."
David squeezed my thigh again as we pulled up to a red light. He leaned over to kiss my cheek, making me smile. “That is perfectly fine, darling. You hold the power here. I might be a Dom, but my ultimate goal is for us both to enjoy what we’re doing and to take care of you. We can go as fast or as slow as you need."
David’s reassurance and thoughtful words filled me with gratitude. “Thank you, David. I might be a sub, but I want the same things for you too, so please let me know if you need anything. I prefer to use the stoplight system if that’s okay with you?”
His eyes looked glassy as he turned away and resumed driving. “I prefer the stoplight system as well. Thank you, darling. I promise I will communicate or safe word if I need to.”
One of my biggest pet peeves was when people thought safe-wording was only for subs. Doms could safe word too, and I wanted to make David feel as safe and comfortable as he’d made me feel."
“I haven’t really trusted anyone enough to try a lot of kinks, but I do know I like praise, and some light humiliation. I like being called needy or desperate, things like that, but nothing mean or degrading. I’ve seen some dollification kink in videos online, and that’s always seemed interesting. What about you?”
My body thrummed with nerves, but David took it all in stride. “Those are all things I like as well. I’ve also never tried dollification, but I’ve always been interested in trying. I’d love to dress you up in one of your pretty dresses and have you lie there as I do whatever I please.”
I thought he was done, but he pulled into an apartment complex and parked the car before turning toward me and cupping my cheek. “You want to be Daddy’s pretty little doll? Maybe I’ll just look at you and admire the gorgeous sight, or I might lift your dress and suck on your pretty cock. Would my princess like that?”
Fuck. he was going to kill me, I was certain of it. My hand moved to squeeze my dick, but I stopped just in time and let out a frustrated whine. “Yes, Daddy, I want that so bad.” I leaned forward to devour his mouth, but he just pecked his lips against mine and then pulled away. “I want that too, princess... so fucking much, but you’re still sick and need rest. We’ll have plenty of time to explore things in the bedroom later."
“But Daddy, I promise I feel a lot better after my nap.”
David exited the car and opened my door, unbuckling my seatbelt. “I know, princess, and I’m glad you’re feeling better, but your body needs rest. If you’re feeling better tomorrow morning, I’ll reward you for being a good princess and letting me take care of you. Sound good?”
“Okay, Daddy.” My lip jutted out in a small pout. I was so thankful for him and his care, but I couldn’t help feeling disappointed about having to wait. “Thank you for taking care of me. I’ll try to be good and wait.”
David smiled, kissed my forehead, and then helped me out of the car. “That’s all I can ask, darling. Now, let’s get you inside.”
David told me to stay put while he grabbed my bags from the trunk, then he led us upstairs to his apartment door.
His hands were full with my overnight bag and a few garment bags holding my dresses, so I helped him open the door as we made our way inside.
The space was small and cozy, but absolutely beautiful; it was exactly what I imagined. Several plants hung from the ceiling, and larger potted plants decorated the living space. What took my breath away was the paintings. Almost every visible wall was covered in various paintings.
“I’ve been painting since I was a child, so I’ve had plenty of time to build up a collection. My apartment is basically an art gallery, but I love it. Even my earlier paintings. Some people hide their earlier work because they hate seeing how bad it used to be, but I love it. Some of them aren’t the best, but they’re a reminder of how I’ve cultivated my skill over the years.”
