I raise my eyebrows, even though Ty can’t see me. “What about?”
“You. He thinks— Never mind.”
“What does he think?” I can guess, but I’d like Ty to say it.
“That you’re a Daddy Dom.” He pauses for a beat before asking, “Are you?”
“Yes.” I put my cell phone on speaker, rest it on my chest, and lay my arm on the pillow above my head. “You obviously know about kink. Are you into it?”
“Yes,” he replies in a breathy tone.
“Have you ever had a Daddy?”
He’s quiet for a moment. I can hear panting in the background and the occasional clink of metal, so I assume he’s got one very happy dog beside him. It’s not hard to picture him sitting on the floor, his back against a couch, stroking the golden retriever. Why the pause? Surely I asked a simple yes-or-no question?
“Does the plane trip count?”
“If you want it to.”
“Then, yes. I’ve had a Daddy. But only once, and there was no sex involved. There was bondage though.”
I chuckle. “I’m not sure covering you in a blanket counts as bondage.”
“It sure felt like bondage to me, especially with the blindfold.”
“And the headphones?”
He hums. “Maybe… That’s a new one on me.”
“But you’ve been tied up and blindfolded before?”
He laughs. “A few times.”
Would he let me tie him up and blindfold him, or is that too much of a show of faith in a man he barely knows, when he’s thousands of miles away from home?
“Do you enjoy it?” I ask.
“Yes. Lots.” He yelps. “Ugh, slobber in the face. I don’t need doggy kisses, thank you very much, Sandy. I might move to the spare room.”
“Is that where you’ll be sleeping?”
“Yes. Only now Sandy is giving me the saddest eyes ever. Talk about a guilt trip! I guess I’m staying put for a while longer.”
“I’m happy to keep you company.”
“Don’t you need to sleep? You’ve got to work tomorrow,” Ty says.
I do need to sleep. My boss won’t care if I’m tired, especially if it’s because I stayed up late talking to a gorgeous guy, rather than being sensible. I’m glad tomorrow is Friday. One day to get through, then I get to spend the evening showing Ty around New York and, well, who knows where that will lead.
“I should be the one telling you to sleep,” I say.
“Why?”
“Because I’m the Daddy.”
Except, I’m not his Daddy, even though I acted like I was for eight hours. I want to be, though, if he’s open to a bit of fun while he’s here on vacation.
“I’ll get some sleep soon.”
