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I should’ve practiced this.

“They didn’t do what we do.” Dessie interrupted, nodding confidently. “I understand that part.”

Good. That meant I didn’t have to say it.

“Thank you. But yes, you’re correct.” Getting over that stumbling block had my heartbeat slowing down to normal again. “They weren’t offended by it and understood it was just a fact of life for me. But eventually, they pointed out that the BDSM world might have a potential partner for me.”

It’d been an interesting conversation to say the least.

Dessie’s face scrunched up but his head bobbed slowly and he stayed close. “That was smart. Even if you hadn’t been open to having a little, there are a lot of people with interesting fetishes or who are just nice and wouldn’t care.”

He was taking it a lot better than I’d expected.

“I wasn’t sure at first, but you’re right. I think no matter what, I’d have found someone who could deal with it.” As the words came out, I realized that’d sounded harsher than I’d intended. “You aren’t just someone who can deal with it and this isn’t settling.”

This was clearly the point where I’d fuck up the conversation.

But Dessie surprised me and started laughing, pressing his face into my shoulder. “Daddy. You don’t have to worry. I know I’m not just anyone in the lifestyle to you.”

Relief rushed through me and I didn’t even bother trying to hide the sigh that escaped. “I’m glad. I realized after I said it that it hadn’t come out quite right.”

His giggles said he understood how much of an understatement that had been.

“You were just being honest. Even if your interests and mine didn’t have any overlap, you’d have found someone at the club.” Dessie went back to snuggling and petting my chest, giving me the impression that the hard part of the discussion was over.

I kept my fingers crossed but let him think for a moment.

“I’m glad we have overlap, though.” Kissing my cheek, he settled back in to feeling happy and content against me. “But just so we’re clear. You like male omegas. You like me. You like exploring the Daddy stuff with me. You like it when we have…dessert time.”

He managed not to giggle at that last line, but I could appreciate how hard the conversation was from his perspective.

Not that I was ready to not be a pain in the ass about some things.

Being a Daddy hadn’t magically fixed all my issues but it had brought them down to a simmer rather than leaving them at a raging boil.

“Yes.” Knowing that wasn’t enough, I kissed his head and went back to running my hands over him instead of just holding him carefully. “My physical preferences are a bit flexible when it comes to the private bits, but I do like you. I like how you look. I’m really enjoying exploring what it means to be your Daddy, and I’ve liked everything we’ve done so far.”

I might’ve been too polite when it came to the private bits line because he giggled. It got even worse when I huffed. “What? Was I supposed to say I think your penis is cute and I like your tight, wet hole? That’s rude.”

He was never going to stop giggling.

“Humph. Someone isn’t going to get another spanking anytime soon if they can’t behave.” My threat had him sitting up and magically being able to control his laugher.

He didn’t seem to be taking any chances on losing out on more spankings because he straddled my lap, sloshing wateraround as he gave me wide eyes. “I wasn’t laughing at you, Daddy.”

Dessie added a tiny bit of little to his voice, definitely using his cuteness to his advantage. “I thought it was sweet and I like how polite you are to me.”

Hmm.

He could sense my weakness and gave me a cheek kiss as he kept up his innocent expression. “And I liked the way you spanked me, Daddy. You were confident and sexy and you made it perfect.”

He was a manipulative little brat.

“You need to make sure you tell Austin that you passed his class on flirting and manipulation with flying colors.” My dry response had him pressing his lips together. “Fine. I won’t take away spankings.”

Especially because he’d thoroughly enjoyed his.

“Thank you, Daddy.” He managed not to laugh or gloat at his win, but he quickly hid his face against me and I could feel him taking a deep breath.

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