“Boy?”
I nod, my gaze locked on the goosebumps forming on his skin. It takes everything I have not to lean forward to tease him further. I long to run my lips over them, to heighten any pleasure he feels until he’s on the edge of something beautiful.
“Brett?”
The sound of my name on his lips pulls me back. “Yes?”
“I asked you why you said boy. Is that part of the kink?”
“It is,” I answer. “The general term I use for a partner would be boy when in the dynamic. It’s meant to cover the fact that I’m their Daddy Dom, and I’m the one to take care of their needs. We’d agree to what those needs are before taking things further. Just like I’d expect my boy to trust me and to call me Daddy, he’d know I intend to call him by his preferred endearment and to be his caregiver. You didn’t seem to enjoy little bunny earlier.”
“But I thought boy was the preferred endearment?” He frowned, which nearly made me laugh.
He was so fucking cute. The bun on his head had loosened as the night wore on. Pieces of his hair fell around his face. They framed him perfectly despite it probably being what he considered messy.
“It could be your chosen term. There’s also the standard nicknames people use in their relationships. Darling. Baby. Sweetheart. Honey.”
Konnor giggles. “Those all sound so silly. I don’t really connect with any of them.”
I suspect I know the reason for this. It’s not like I can throw him in the deep end though. My boy needs time to adjust bit by bit.
Still… it wouldn’t hurt to give him a gentle nudge.
“There are other combinations of nicknames too. For instance, when I first saw you, I thought you looked really pretty. I could call you my pretty boy.”
His eyes dilate at the two words.I think we have a winner.
Chapter Five
Konnor
My entire body lights up when he says it. I’m fighting between melting into the floor and mimicking an excited puppy who wants their tummy rubbed. Rather than do either, I keep utterly still. Maybe if I don’t move, this dream won’t end.
Because this has to be a dream. There is no other explanation for it.
“You like that one, don’t you? You want to be my pretty boy?”
I nod before I can stop myself.
Brett smiles widely, then releases me. I whimper at the loss. My body wants more of him. More of whatever this is between us.
“Easy,” he coos.
Our gazes are locked, the tension between us keeping a tight hold. I wait for his next instruction. I have no doubt there’s something he wants me to do. I’m just not sure what it is.
I’ve never done anything like this. Hookups aren’t really my thing. Especially not on my first day on the job with a new coworker.
But I don’t think I can walk away.
In fact, I know I can’t. At least not until I understand more about what this feeling is.
Leaning back against the couch, Brett runs his hands up his thighs twice before patting them. I look from his lap to his eyes. Does he… does he want me to sit there?
When I don’t move, he tilts his head. “Climb on up, pretty boy.”
I scramble onto his lap, my knees landing on the cushion on either side of him. The move spreads me wide enough I know he’ll see how much his attention affects me. As I drop my head to glance at how bad it is, I notice something shocking.
Brett is hard too.
