Before I could ask him what kind he’d have preferred to have, he glared and grumbled again. “Toys go up and toys go down isn’t as helpful as you thought it was.”
It was very helpful.
“It’s a fun toy with a mind of its own. Sometimes it’s up and sometimes it’s down. I have very little control over that aspectbut it’s fun to play with either way.” It’d been a good explanation and he knew it too based on his groan.
“I’ve never been in this situation and I don’t know the… let’s call it the conventions of this part of the lifestyle. I don’t want to traumatize you or fuck things up.” Once the batter went into the waffle iron, he huffed and turned that sexy expression back toward me. “We don’t know each other well enough for some assumptions.”
Okay, maybe.
“I know you get the mail at the same time every day except Wednesday because you go have dinner with your sister. I know you have a clearknight in shining armorcomplex because you should’ve saved yourself from the crazy people yesterday and didn’t.” We were going to have to work on his self-preservation instincts. “I know you read stories really good. I know you have the hots for the Chinese delivery guy who’s straight but has somehow learned to flirt with every gay or bi man he runs across.”
That really should’ve clued me in faster, but in my defense, Daddy was nice to all the delivery people, so it hadn’t stood out as much as it should have. I was also giving myself leeway because I’d only seen him with women.
That made Daddy laugh. “He’s so straight he’s basically a ruler but he’s damned good at manipulating men for a bigger tip.”
Sadly, yes.
“I think he’s got a list somewhere of all the gay men in town.” Daddy hadn’t even set off my gaydar and mine was pretty good. Hmm. Was bi-dar different? I was going to have to think about that. “No more big tips for him. You’re mine.”
Something sparkled in his eyes but he held back his smile. “Deal.”
Good.
“Now. My questions.” Going back into serious Daddy mode, he started getting everything else ready for breakfast including pulling out some frozen sausages that went in the microwave. I just ignored his wince at them. They were good. “What does the toy explanation mean in actual practice? From what I was reading, there isn’t one set standard for it.”
Oh, good question.
I had to think about how to answer it but that made me overthink it and it took me too long before I realized I just needed to keep it simple.
“Sometimes naughty playtime is fun and sometimes it’s not anything I think about in that headspace.” I shrugged, hoping that was a better explanation. “I don’t have strong limits around it as long as you’re on the same page with it.”
Daddy was the careful type but possibly not the tell me what’s worrying him type.
“Okay, that makes sense.” Frowning, he dug the syrup out of the pantry and went to pick out plates. “I don’t have a strong view on it from a purely logical standpoint, so I’m going to follow your lead when we’re playing.”
Oh, my cupcake plate.
“Works for me.” What else would a worrier need? “I’m good about communicating what I want as long as we count short sentences, but it’s always okay to tell me no and I expect you to use your safewords.”
Did I have to worry about that?
I really didn’t want to have to start worrying about what he’d do… one of us worrying was enough. Two would be unhealthy.
Daddy came over and kissed my head, crouching down so we were face to face. “You can trust me to safeword if I need to but we are going to run into more times where I’m confused because I’ve really never done this before.”
Kissing his cheek, I just couldn’t understand that. “But you’re a natural Daddy. How have you not done this before?”
He should’ve at least accidentally found a Little… boy… girl… any of them.
Daddy shrugged as the waffle maker beeped and he stood up. “I don’t know. It’s just not something I’ve run into or sought out before. I’ve met some of them at a BDSM club I used to go to but they were all in serious relationships and I mostly talked to their Doms. Daddies, I mean.”
That was weird.
“We’re everywhere and we’re cute.” It just didn’t make any sense. “You like taking care of people and you’re good at making breakfast food. I bet you even know the best way to make chicken nuggets.”
Oh.
Daddy blushed.
