Page 27 of Wishes and Research

There were so many other parts to study it felt overwhelming.

“Then we don’t do them.” His answer had me going very still and he chuckled as he pulled away. “No pouts, you’ll get more kisses in a minute.”

“I wasn’t pouting.” Well, not at first. “You’re being ridiculous.”

Especially when he grinned even wider. “Sure, okay. You weren’t pouting that I stopped kissing you.”

He was so stubborn about being right.

“But pouts aside, the biggest parts of what I need to be happy are to be able to take care of you. That can come into play in a thousand different ways. It might be making you breakfast and…” He frowned, clearly grasping for another example. “Okay, it might be breakfast and then reminding you about your schedule or to do your chores because you’re a messy little bug.”

I wasn’t that messy.

Things didn’t have to be picked up all the time.

Fraser barked out a laugh. “I hit the nail on the head.”

That was so rude.

He gave me a kiss and ignored his bad manners, though. “If we just do those two things and then you call me Daddy when you want to be cute and naughty, it’ll be perfect for me.”

Part of me was glad I could see his expression while he gave me his answer, but I still wasn’t happy about the no kissing part. “But what if I wanted to figure out some of the other stuff?”

I wasn’t going to argue about not being the most dominant partner in a relationship and it was kind of nice to have that be so normal. But…but the rest of it was more difficult to wrap my head around…and there were other subs having tea parties and playtime and everyone else saw that as perfectly normal.

“The men in the diner thought it was weird that I didn’t know what kind of little I was. Not the other way around.” How was I weird for not knowing?

Daddy rolled his eyes. “Those old men need a hobby besides looking up kinks online.”

Daddy had a point and he was smart too because he gave me a quick peck and shrugged. “We’ll keep experimenting and see what you like. If you want to test out watching cartoons, we can do that. If you want to try a binkie, we do that.”

He made it sound so simple.

“Which…which ones do you like best?” He had to have a preference, right? “What have you dated before?”

Who had he dated before?

No, that didn’t sound any better.

Before I could figure out how it should’ve come out, Daddy distracted me with an answer. “Technically, I’ve dated and done scenes with littles who have different ages when they get into their submissive headspace. But…and I’m going to be honest here…I’d rather have you happy than have you in one specific style of age play.”

That was such a frustrating answer.

“You are the cutest pouter ever.” He chuckled and gave me another teasing kiss. “If you’re a good boy and no more pouting, I’ll give you more kisses. How does that sound?”

“Neck ones?” Those were good ones and I hadn’t been ready for him to stop before. “You stopped too soon.”

Nodding, he didn’t argue about it. “You’re right. You need more kisses, but no more pouts first. Then after kisses, how about we find a movie to watch?”

Hmm.

“So this is a date, right?” It was probably time to make sure we were on the same page about that. “Kisses. Daddy labels. Movies. We’re dating and I can tell the old men that, right?”

He was lucky he was sexy when he laughed.

Chapter 8

Fraser

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