I pause as I let the thought settle over me. Him saying he’s attracted to me is one thing. Seeing the results of said attraction is another.
And on top of all that, referring to him as Brett doesn’t even feel right anymore. Iwantto call him Daddy. Not just because he wants me to. More because I think it’ll give me the same fluttery feeling I’m experiencing now.
Taking the initiative this time, I decide to experiment with it. If I don’t like it, then I can always tell him it’s not for me. We haven’t gone too far to turn back.
“You’re hard…” I pause and take a deep breath. “Daddy. You’re hard, Daddy.”
I repeat the sentence with more confidence the second time. His body goes tight beneath me. For a second I worry I’ve messed up.
Raising my head, I look to him for confirmation of such. Only it’s not anger or disappointment I find.
“Oh, pretty boy. You’ve gone and done it now.”
I don’t get to question what those words mean before his mouth slants over mine. He devours me, as if he can’t bear to not taste every inch of me.
Several minutes pass with us like this. Him taking and tasting. Me nearly limp in his hold as I bask in the attention.
When he pulls away, I fall forward onto his chest. My body can’t tell if I’ve just had the best make-out session of my life or if I’m on the run for my life with the way adrenaline pumps through my system.
“Did I already wear you out?” His warm breath coasts over my earlobe as his hands stroke down my spine.
I shake my head. “No, Daddy.”
There it is again. That word.
How does it come out of me so easily? And why is it the only name I want to call him? I have a million more questions that won’t formulate into coherent thoughts just yet. It’s like I know I’m not understanding everything, yet I don’t really care all that much.
I’m happy. Truly happy with how tonight is going. I won’t fuck it up by trying to get answers.
“If you’re sure, then I’d like to try something else.” Daddy leans me back onto the couch. He follows the movement, his large form hovering over mine. “Before anything else happens, I need you to know that you hold the power. You tell me to stop and this stops.”
I nod at his serious expression. “Do I need a safeword?”
“Would you feel better with one?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I admit.
Though I don’t know all that much about the kink world, I can admit I want to have some semblance of control like he’s suggesting. If I safeword with him and he doesn’t stop, then I know to get the hell out of dodge. It’s also a comfort to understand at least one part of this process. Most people,even the non-kinky ones, know what a safeword is thanks toFifty Shades of Grayand some of the other highly erotic films Hollywood has pushed out.
“What would you like your safeword to be? It can be anything you want, so long as you remember it,” he tells me. His hands are still on my back, though they’ve stopped moving. It’s as if he knows they’re distracting me.
I close my eyes to think of what word will work best. It needs to be something I’ll remember, yet it can’t be anything easy enough to forget. After a rather long silence, I settle on the one that will work. As my least favorite vegetable, I know I won’t forget it.
“Cabbage.”
Daddy blinks down at me. In the next second, a smile lights up his face.
“Very well, pretty boy. Cabbage it is. You say that word and everything stops.”
“Okay, Daddy. Now what did you want to show me?”
At my question, his grin turns devious. Heat fills his eyes. He rakes them over my body where I’m spread beneath him. It feels naughty in a good kind of way. Like he really does like what he sees.
His erection is proof of that.
My inner voice reminds me of what I saw earlier. Not that I need the reminder. I can feel it pressed against my hip from where he’s positioned himself.
“I want to touch you. Maybe even get a taste if you let me.” When I don’t immediately answer, he turns his gaze back to mine. “If you’re not comfortable, then we can stop. I promise I won’t be mad. I know this is going faster than?—”
