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“They’re not mutually exclusive, baby bear. And you’re new to this, and exploring and finding out what you like is only natural. We can explore a little with it, and see how it fits.”

“I like that idea. You’re my Daddy, plain and simple, but sometimes you’re also something more. I’m probably not making much sense.” It was hard to explain—I couldn’t make sense of it fully— but Simon seemed to get it, from the smile he gave.

“Kink isn’t one size fits all, baby. We grow and change, and you’re finding out what you enjoy—which is a fucking gold mine for me, I can tell you. I love being your Daddy bear, but I also enjoy D/s play. We’re going to have a lot of fun with this.”

Something in his eyes made me wonder about that. He was already starting to control my orgasms. What else did this devilish man have in mind?

Glancing at his handsome face, I was overcome by the depth of feeling I had for this man. He’d taken me into his life and heart, and I couldn’t deny it anymore. I loved him, with my whole being.

“I love you.” The words slipped out without warning, and I instantly wondered if I’d messed up.

Simon’s eyes grew comically large, but then a dopey smile lit up his face. “Oh, thank fuck!”

I couldn’t stop the giggle at Simon’s exclamation. “You too?” I asked hesitantly.

My doubts were swept away by the searing kiss Simon pulled me into, our mouths colliding with a heat that soon mellowed to soft, gentle kisses. “I love you like there’s no tomorrow, baby bear.”

My heart pounded. Could my Daddy be any more perfect? Nope. No way. I had the best Daddy bear in the world.

And he loved me.

Chapter 15

SIMON

How the fuck did I get so lucky?

I glanced up from my laptop where I’d been placing an order for a new set of PJs for my boy, and a few other fun things to play with, and saw Rhys dancing as he cooked. He looked so happy and carefree, so different from the man I’d brought home only a few weeks ago.

The last of the bruises had faded, and while it still made my gut clench in anger when I saw those marks on my baby boy’s skin, it was nothing compared to the rage I felt at the scars on Rhys’s back. If I met the person responsible, I couldn’t promise I wouldn’t return to my bare-knuckle fighting ways.

I let out a long breath and focused on the beautiful boy dancing in my kitchen. He slipped so fluidly between little and adult space, and I found I couldn’t wait to explore more with him. Rhys had nodded shyly when I pointed out a few new romper suits and a bright blue and pink pop with the words ‘baby bear’ on it.

After our declaration of love, we were both feeling, for a want of a better term, on a high. I was still amazed at how my boy adapted, how he dove into things. The scene in the playroom had taken my breath away. The way he’d regressed had been stunning, and then, the spanking… I reached down and adjusted myself. I wasn’t a sadist, but it had been a special thrill when I saw how good the tears had looked on my baby boy’s face, and how turned on his cute little bottom, all marked up by my hands, had made me. We were finding out new things about ourselves as we played, and that was what made being a kinky adult so much fun. I had already seen hints that Rhys would enjoy some D/s play, but having him confirm that he wanted to explore further was exhilarating.

The smells that wafted about the kitchen were amazing. I’d seen him pull some pork chops from the fridge and numerous other things, but I’d stopped myself being nosy, instead enjoying the excitement of having my baby boy cook for me.

“I was thinking, Ree. Maybe in a few weeks we could take a trip to Newcastle, meet some friends of mine at the club.” I was nervous putting the idea out there, but it had been ages since I’d been to the club, and I missed the guys—plus, I had an urge to show off my wonderful boy.

Rhys turned from the stove, giving me a nervous smile. “We’d be going to the kink club?”

“I’d like to. I think you’d love their playroom. They just had it remodelled, and it’s a littles’ paradise.” I could sense his disquiet and got up from my chair, moving over to wrap my arms around his slim waist. “But no pressure, baby bear. I know this is all new, and I don’t want to put you on the spot.”

Rhys gave a soft hum and turned in my arms to stir the sauce he was making. “I’m nervous about meeting new people, but it would be nice to meet others like me.” He shrugged. “I’d like to make friends who are littles. I’ve read about play dates, and I love the idea. When Mitch and I hung out it we didn’t really regress, but had fun colouring and talking. It would be fun to hang out with other littles in a proper playroom.”

I kissed the soft skin of his neck where the collar of his tee had pulled down, gently nipping at the soft skin. “There’s no rush. If you’re not ready, I’m happy to wait.”

“There would be others like us? Other Daddies and littles?” Rhys asked as he spooned gnocchi from one pot into the pan of sauce.

The smells were incredible. I forced my attention back to the question at hand. “My friend Angus will be there. He’s a daddy Dom through and through. He’s going to be Daddy putty when he sees you, baby.”

Rhys relaxed in my arms, letting out a soft hum. “Does he have his own boy?”

I frowned, thinking about my friend. “He did, but they broke up a while ago. He mostly just plays with the littles in the club who need a Daddy for the night.”

“Oh.” Rhys sounded sad.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I cuddled him a bit tighter, aware I was making it more difficult for him to cook, but he wasn’t complaining.

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