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God, he was the cutest thing ever.
“But I’m a sub, Daddy, remember?” How could I word this where it wouldn’t come back and bite me in the ass? “I don’t always want to suffer for you, but I like taking care of you, and this is something that’s not dangerous. It’s just annoying.”
I hadn’t sounded like I was trying to suffer constantly.
I’d reinforced there was a difference between dangerous and just being a pain in the ass.
I’d made sure he remembered that I liked taking care of him.
Perfect.
He let out his my sub is so cute sigh and I thought we’d made progress. “I will handle this struggle if it is too stressful for you, my Dane. I am your Dominant Caregiver.”
He was Daddy, so he should suffer not me?
“I promise to let you know if it becomes too stressful and I need help.” What else? What else? “Oh, and maybe we should look up the company website online before we go in? I think that might have a better breakdown of how the chair is made.”
Just because someone was cheerful enough to sell us a chair didn’t mean they knew how to build it.
Daddy would never see that logic, though, so I focused on what he could control.
Research.
“I attempted to research human reviews but…but it was not helpful.” Daddy frowned and shook his head. “And many did not seem to be in any standard language.”
Adorable.
“We won’t look at reviews since I already have one, Daddy.” Nope, I knew what I wanted. “We’ll just look at the research side.
Someone had to have put the specs of the chair online.
People put everything online.
As he finished driving us to the furniture store I’d used to buy most of the stuff in the apartment, I frantically searched for the manufacturer's website.
Bingo.
“I found it, Daddy.” And it was even in scientific English. He was going to love it. “You can read up on the company and I’ll find my chair.”
I wanted the same one I already had, just in brown this time to match the bedroom stuff. As long as I didn’t get stuck with a Chatty Cathy who wanted to upsell me on a fabric protector I didn’t need, we’d be in and out in minutes.
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We were never going to escape.
“No, he’s fine. He’s just studying the schematics on how to build one of the couch beds you have in the living room section.” Because Daddy had decided that we needed more places to cuddle and he wanted to make sure it was safe and sturdy. “I just want the chair.”
I’d said the same thing five times and I was starting to think I’d need to talk to a manager.
I wasn’t sure what the fuck was going on but the short grandma lady who was our salesperson was stubborn as hell and seemed to decide my partner should have the final say in the process. The fact that Daddy was perfectly happy downloading a thousand files about furniture manufacturing on my phone like a toddler who’d just discovered the app store hadn’t seemed to have occurred to her.
“I’m sure you understand that it’s a big decision.” She’d started out with a longer, more well-rehearsed bit about why she needed both of us to be paying attention, but we’d gone through it so many times she was forgetting her sales techniques.
“No.” I was just going to pull a Daddy and be rude. “It’s not a big decision and I would like to talk to your manager.”
She actually rolled her eyes at me.
I was not the idiot in the situation, so I just glared at her and waited as Daddy mumbled quietly about them using the right kind of something that sounded like a metal.
When he ignored her and I didn’t budge, she actually turned around and huffed off. I was just about ready to walk out the door and try to order the damned thing online, but it seemed like the manager had been stalking us and was hurrying over to give me a big fake smile before I could turn to Daddy and let him know he could escape.
“I’m Todd.” Todd looked like he was twelve and was smiling a bit too wide for a salesman. “It seems like there’s a problem?”
He was insane if he thought that big toothpaste grin would do anything for me.
I had Daddy.
Pointing to the chair I’d been trying to buy for way too long, I glared at him. “I would like to buy this chair in brown leather. I already own one. I just need a second in a different color for another room in the house.”
When the manager had the gall to glance over at Daddy, I lost my last remaining patience. “He’s not going to be talked into buying more pieces or something more expensive because he didn’t want to come to begin with. This is for my house and I will be paying for it with my money.”
