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Luckily for him, though, he had an amazing Dom and Daddy.
“It was torture, Daddy.” That seemed to have slipped out without him realizing it because he didn’t sound little. “Every time I wanted more, you’d stop. It was so frustrating.”
I shrugged, not willing to concede to the torture label. “So, what should I have done with a naughty sub who didn’t want to safeword or have the important discussion that was very needed?”
We couldn’t do anything until I knew what his limits were.
Period.
“Come here.” Kissing the side of his head, I led him over to the couch while he did his best to stay in his hiding place. “On my lap.”
He came to me too easily for there to be a limits issue, but I listened for a safeword as he settled into me. “I like cuddling.”
Now I could hear the little creeping into his voice.
“I do too.” His new position draped across my lap with his bottom on the couch cushion made it easier to kiss his forehead even though he was still trying to hide. “No matter if we’re talking about behavior or a misunderstanding, I will always like cuddling.”
He nodded against me, muscles finally relaxing. “Why is the limits discussion so important to you? I should’ve realized it earlier, but it’s not casual to you.”
Bingo.
There was my smart cookie coming out.
“Yeah.” Settling deeper into the couch, I snuggled him as tight as I could without actually making him trapped. “My first attempt at a relationship with BDSM elements was my sophomore year. This is the best place for meeting other kinky people, but the one area where it’s lacking is BDSMeducation.”
Ruslan gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah, it’s easy to hint about being an open-minded university because people gossip about that kind of stuff online, but actually making sure all the kinksters know what they’re doing is harder.”
Oh yes. “I understood the basics as much as a young guy could, and I knew about safewords and limits. I’d even made sure that the guy I was talking to knew what I was curious about. I thought I’d covered all the bases.”
I had not.
“I take it things didn’t go like you thought they would?” Ruslan’s question made me sigh.
“No, they did not.” But since I wanted Ruslan to understand where I was coming from, I didn’t brush over the issues. “We’d gone on our first real date. Pizza and a movie. So fancy.”
He got his giggles quickly under control, but it’d broken the tension like I’d hoped.
“I was feeling ten feet tall. It was my first date with a guy and I thought it’d gone fabulous so far.” And to be fair, it probably had up until we got to the second half of the date. “We’d been talking since freshman year and he knew what I was curious about.”
My being honest about that had chased a few potential dates off, but I’d thought that was better than springing it on someone.
I still maintained that was true, and even looking back, I hadn’t sprung anything odd on him.
“He didn’t have any experience with BDSM but talking about it turned him on, and he even had things he wanted to explore.” Teenage me hadn’t been able to see how everything had gone so wrong. “But we didn’t talk about limits as clearly as we should have.”
I just hadn’t understood that.
“It was all maybes and vague mentions of things we were curious about.” He’d known I was exploring being a Daddy and that my biggest fantasy was spanking him…and I’d known he was just as curious about the spankings and that he had a binkie hidden in his closet. “I thought that was enough because I knew we were going to have longer conversations once we tried to do an actual scene.”
I just hadn’t realized that those conversations needed to come a lot earlier sometimes.
Ruslan must’ve heard the stress in my voice because he slowly started petting my chest as I waded into the memory again. “We headed back to my dorm and we were sitting together on my bed. I kissed him.”
No safeword, no denial…hell, he’d slipped his tongue in my mouth.
“He’d been out since high school so that part didn’t freak him out. We were basically at like a PG rating when I wrapped my arms around him.” And pandemonium had ensued. “The arm that went around his front draped across his lower stomach and was probably closer to his dick than I realized.”
Groaning, Ruslan hugged me. “I’m sorry.”
