“We can make it simple, baby. I made you mine tonight, remember?”
“I remember,” I whisper. How could I ever forget?
“What do you want?”
“You. Us. I want to see what we can become, Daddy.”
He smiles. “There would be rules.”
I frown. “Rules?”
“If you’re going to be my long-distance boy. I’d be your Daddy all the time, not just when we’re in the same bedroom.” He arches an eyebrow. “Is that something you’d want?”
I hitch in a breath. It’s not something I’ve considered before. I didn’t even realize I wanted a Daddy until I met him. My previous kink encounters have been confined to kink clubs or the bedroom. It’s never been even remotely full time.
His question plays over and over in my mind:Is that something you’d want?
Yes. I’m pretty sure I do. As long as it’s with him.
I nod. “Tell me them.”
“No coming or touching yourself without my permission.”
I shiver.
“No seeing anyone else. You’d be mine, and I’d be yours.”
“Okay, Daddy.” I move to straddle him, pressing my hands into the pillow on either side of his head. “I don’t want anyone else. I only want you.”
He strokes my hair away from my face. “I don’t want anyone else, either.”
I hold his face and kiss him, giving him control. He rolls me over, so he’s straddling me, and kisses me hard, his masterful tongue and lips making me tingle from head to toe.
“I’ll grab my laptop. We can change your ticket. If you want to?”
“More than anything, Daddy.”
Changing my ticket is easier than I thought it would be. There’s an upcharge, which is partly an admin fee and also covers the price difference between traveling on a Tuesday and a Saturday. As promised, Emmet pays the extra.
Then, even though it’s late, he brings out all the sensory deprivation gear—the cuffs, eye mask, and headphones. He brings me to the point of relaxation, robbing me of every sensation except the feel of him against me and in me as he makes love to me so fucking tenderly it brings tears to my eyes. Afterward, he holds me and, eventually, I fall asleep in his arms, happy in the knowledge that we have a few more days.
The next few days go past far too fast. During the day, I either explore more of New York or hang out with Zeke at his photography studio, helping out where I can, which mostly involves playing with Sandy. I spend the evenings and nights with Emmet. He spoils me.
We go to a rooftop bar for dinner, with an stunning view of the skyscrapers, their lights twinkling in the darkness of late evening. The food is divine, and Emmet is the perfect Daddy throughout the meal, pulling my seat out for me, helping me decide what to eat and, when I can’t decide between two dishes, he orders one of them so I can try both. We share a dessert, doing the goofy thing of twisting our arms so we can feed each other.
The next evening, we get last-minute tickets to the theatre. Emmet assures me going to Broadway is a must-do when in the Big Apple.
“I’ve never been to the theatre before,” I say. “Except the panto, but I’m not sure that counts.”
“Panto?”
“Yeah. You know? A pantomine. It’s a British Christmas tradition. He’s behind you! Oh no, he isn’t! Oh yes, he is?”
Emmet stares at me.
I laugh and shrug. “I guess you have to be there. It’s great fun for kids, although there’s plenty of jokes for adults too.”
He hooks his arm through mine. “We should go to a panto. They’re on around Christmas?”
