Page 41 of His Holy Chaos

"So," I say. "Let's talk about what we're building here."

He tilts his head into my touch. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good boy," I praise him, and he looks at me as if he'd won the lottery. Something gives way behind my ribs all over again. "Types of play. What you've done, what you want to do, what you dream about when you're not busy being an insufferable brat."

He grins. "Hey!" he exclaims, but I know he's having fun. "Impact play, obviously. We've covered that. Bondage, rope, restraints, whatever. Puppy play. I'm a little bit of a Little too. I like sensory stuff. Temperature play, wax. Edging. Denial. Chastity cages." A pause. "I like being told no, throwing a tantrum, and getting put in my place. It's my most favoriest of all favorites!"

"Shocking," I say dryly, and he snorts.

"I like no-touch too. Not being allowed to touch myself without your permission. I like how it gives the vibe that I'm your property, so you can stop me from touching my own body, and it will only be touched by you if I beg. It makes me feel like a toy, and that's another kink of mine. I want you to own me. Tell me it's not too much."

"It's not too much," I chuckle. "It's a perfectly normal desire within kink and consider it done. Your wish is my command. How ironic, since you're the sub."

"That's how it goes! I'm the one with all the power in the end," he exclaims. I nod.

"Mhm, that's right."

"I like having the space to be bad but knowing you'll meet me there, and there will be consequences."

"Mhm, you bet there will be," I say, petting his hair.

"But… Daddy, I'm worried about something," he says and looks at me with those huge eyes. I get scared for a split second. My instincts start screaming: what could he possibly be worried about, and how can I make it right immediately?

"Yes, sweetie, what's wrong?" I ask, still massaging his scalp, and he leans more into my touch, his eyes closed.

"You said you don't like brats, so I'm scared you won't want to play with me for real, and that you only accepted it because I was on your back relentlessly."

That kind of clarity is everything in this. It impresses me every time.

"You don't need to worry about that, sweetheart. I'm serious about you. And I may have to change my mind about brats. I adore it when you're playful and silly, when you play hard to get. It's funny, and I love putting you back in your place. Besides, bratting is just another way to ask for what you want. It's okay, sweetie. I know how desperate you are to tell me you want more, and how this is you trying your best."

His mouth falls open, and he looks up at me, and there it is. Devotion, the thing I've seen in his eyes before, the thing that makes me want to protect him forever. He looks at me as if I'm the most important thing he's ever seen, and this always undoes me.

"Phew! Because I'm not about to leave anyway! You're going to have to get used to the idea of taming me."

I catch his chin, softly, and make him keep his eyes on me. I'm smiling now.

"I don't want to tame you, angel. I want you exactly as you are. Wild, free, irreverent. I'll be there to remind you of your place, every time."

"If I had a tail, I'd be literally wagging it," he says, and I laugh.

"I'm glad, puppy."

"What about you, Daddy? What do you like to do?"

"I like building frameworks and watching someone thrive inside them. Domestic discipline appeals to me. Rules, routines, consequences. I'm a caretaker by nature, even when the caretaking looks like discipline." I pause, considering. "I like knowing that someone trusts me enough to hand over the steering wheel. The gift of that. The responsibility."

"Such a classic Dom answer," he says. I chuckle.

"I'm glad you're starting to understand I am a Dom. I know it's hard for this silly head of yours." His mouth falls open at the degradation, loving every second. I don't let him say anything, though, because I continue: "We have to buy some stuff. Collar, leash. The works."

He looks so happy that he really does look like a puppy wagging his imaginary tail. I chuckle, softly. "You're so cute," I tell him.

"You're the best Daddy ever!" he exclaims.

"Let's see if you still think that after we discuss some rules I want."

"Ruuuuleeessss?" he asks, and sighs dramatically, stretching the word, his Little side showing.