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Oh.

“Austin said not to rush Daddy, huh?” Yep. Dessie nodded. “Well, Austin wouldn’t think it was rushing to have a list. He likes plans too.”

He’d need the ability to appreciate a good to-do list if he was actually going to take over the world.

Dessie’s eyes and lips all pulled in tight making him look constipated instead of just thinking too much. Thankfully, the disturbing expression didn’t last long. “Okay. Lists.”

Since that seemed to be ajust listskind of statement, I decided to stay within what appeared to be his limits.

As long as I could figure out what those were.

“I’ll go first.” That sounded like a Daddy thing to do and made him happy for some reason, but his cheek pats and beaming smile were distracting. “Um, we should make sure I know how to take care of you and what kinds of toys you like.”

And he was back to radiating skepticism.

What had I done wrong already?

“That’s important so I know what the playroom should look like and…and it will make me more confident.” That was a stab in the dark but the smile was inching brighter.

But what had I done right?

“Good boy, Daddy.” Dessie’s enthusiastic praise and cheek kiss were sweet but not helpful. “And?”

He wasn’t feeling like giving me clues either.

Great.

“I…” What else? “We’ll need to come up with an explanation for what to tell my housekeeper.”

I thought that one was self-explanatory since we’d just gotten done talking about it, but Dessie’s proud smile said otherwise.

All right, we were stating the obvious too.

“We’ll…We need to discuss limits in more detail, including boundaries, like how much time you expect to have to yourself.”Hmm. I got the confused face again. “You might actually want space from me once in a while. Some littles do. I read it online.”

Dessie pulled back and frowned like he’d eaten something sour. “No.”

When his thumb went back in his mouth, I realized he thought that was a complete answer. “Alright, I’ll remember that.”

And I’d remember to ask him a few clarifying questions at a later date.

Dessie nodded but that was about it, and I realized he was waiting for my next stupid response. “We need to start having dates out in public?”

I wasn’t so sure about that answer any longer, but he smiled around his thumb.

Maybe I wasn’t as dumb as he thought?

What would normal dating people do?

What would other types of submissives do?

What had Austin done?

Firstly, he’d bought his way into Silas’s business. “I need to bring you into work and show you what I do?”

I didn’t think the business ownership part was an issue for us, so I was glad when his smile said I’d guessed right.

Dating a little was harder than Austin had said it would be.

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