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I just smiled up at him and pushed away some hair that’d fallen over his eyes. Those, I wanted to see. At all times. The big bonus was the background. Blue skies, sunrays poking between the branches and the apple blossoms.
“So, um…” He let his gaze travel down my chest. “You haven’t mentioned what kind of Dom you are.”
I pushed myself up on my elbows and kissed him softly. “The kind who really likes that you have a stuffie.”
He shivered, easing back to sit on my thighs. “I see. You call it a stuffie too.”
“I do.” I tilted my head. What I wouldn’t give to be able to read his mind. “Have you considered yourself a Little for a long time?”
He chewed on the inside of his cheek and eventually shook his head. “It hasn’t been like that for me. I don’t have any actual playtime experience—with kink, I mean. It’s just…um, sometimes I don’t feel great when I’m at home.” When he was alone. “It started out as a way to comfort myself, I guess. I’d bury myself in blankets and pillows on the couch, and I would just binge-watch cartoons.”
Christ, he was after my fucking heart, wasn’t he?
I could tell he wasn’t comfortable being so open—so soon—so I didn’t pressure him. I let my head fall back against the pillow again, and I just brushed my hands up and down his thighs.
He tilted his head up toward the trees and closed his eyes. “Before I knew it, I’d bought pajamas and a stuffed animal, and it’d become a nightly routine when I got home from base.”
Okay, the space between us didn’t work. I tugged him down to me and wrapped my arms around his middle, to which he chuckled and straightened out his legs. Much better. He fell off me just a bit, but I went with him. Half sprawled over me, he kissed my jaw and then buried his face against my neck.
“The fantasies came a while after,” he admitted quietly. “I don’t feel younger or anything—I’ve read some Littles do that…but I like to let go of all the adult shit and just… I don’t know.”
“Just be Little,” I murmured.
He nodded.
I let out a breath and squeezed him to me.
“What about you? Have you been a Daddy Dom for long?”
Damn. Merely hearing the word Daddy fall from his lips…
“I wanna say about fifteen years…?” I scratched my chin and tried to remember. BDSM communities and parties hadn’t been as easy to find without digging. “But you know how it is. With what we do, having a passion or hobby doesn’t mean we have a lot of experience with it. Deployments ruled out proper relationships from the beginning.”
He hummed and pressed his lips to my neck.
I smiled when he licked my skin and suckled softly at me.
No, time to see his eyes again. I rolled half on top of him and growled playfully against his cheek. It earned me the sweetest sound of his laughter, which soon morphed into a gasp as I slipped a hand under his towel and cupped his cock.
“A heads-up next time, Payne,” he moaned. “Fuck—yeah. More.”
But I stopped. I nipped at his bottom lip, not wanting to hear my last name one more time. Not from him. Not like that.
“You don’t have to call me Daddy, but at least use my first name.” I kissed his cheek and felt weirdly exposed myself. “It’s Emerson or Em.” The latter was only used by family, but evidently, I was sufficiently attached.
He peered up at me and brushed his fingers over the scruff on my jaw. “Do you want me to call you Daddy…?”
I couldn’t lie. Plus, he’d been so honest with me.
“I do. But I know it’s ridiculously fast,” I murmured. “It’s not usually a term I throw around like a common nickname.”
A soft smile tugged at his lips. “Tell me I’m different from everybody else.”
Oh. Oh, I could do more than that. He was feeling a bit possessive, huh? I didn’t mind that one fucking bit.
Covering his body with my own, I cupped his cheek and kissed him languidly. “In my head, you’ve already agreed to sleep in my bed every night till the day you insist on going off on your own to risk your life. How’s that for different, baby boy?”
“Oh my God,” he breathed. He swallowed hard and wriggled his hands between us, and then he was pulling away his towel and trying to undo my shorts. “Off,” he whined. “I can’t be a good boy for my Daddy if he’s wearing clothes.”
