Page 68 of Losing his Daddy

He chuckled at that. “I agree. It did sound… pleased.”

“True. As for you and how you’re feeling, I want you to know that there isn’t anything wrong. Just like others have various kinks that I may or may not partake in, this is unique to you and your preferences. Can you tell me what about it you liked most? I’ve been curious what drew you to the idea.”

In reality, I wanted to get him talking about things more. A lot of shame in the kink world centered on the unknown or simply a lack of understanding. While I didn’t plan on giving him a lecture about his voyeuristic nature, having him express his emotions would do him well on his journey to figure out more about himself.

Gerald had been hurt in the past. His relationship, no matter how good it was in the moment, left him broken and confused. The fact that there was kink involved burned his idea of the BDSM community as a whole. I knew it from the moment he confessed his past to me.

As a Dom, and as the man interested in more with him, I knew I had to help him change his perspective. He had to see that not all relationships were like the one he had. That you could be kinky and happy and open with others. There didn’t have to be secrecy and shame if both partners were communicating their wants properly.

“I liked getting an outside view of something I wouldn’t normally get to see. It wasn’t like watching porn or anything. There were real emotions there. And I couldn’t look away.”

“Very good. Those are all valid points. Anything else?” I questioned.

He pressed back, putting a bit more space between us. “Um, yes. I liked when you talked me through things. You told me to picture us, and I did.”

“Hmm. That’s interesting. Would you ever want to make use of the room? They allow volunteers to take the stage.” I had a feeling I knew his answer, but it didn’t hurt to ask. Plus, I wanted him to think of the experience from all angles. He’d watched and would have the option to be watched if he wanted it so.

Gerald shook his head rapidly. “No, not really. It’s not for me, I think. I can’t imagine all those eyes on me.”

I laughed when he shivered. “It wouldn’t be all that bad. You’d be too focused on your partner to care. Too focused on me.”

“On you? Do you want to do it?” He coughed, then rushed to add, “on the stage I mean? At the club?”

“Not particularly, though I’d do so if you asked. I simply want to adore you as much as you allow. Whether it’s alone or in front of dozens of people, I don’t care. You’re the deciding factor for me. I don’t have an exhibitionist kink.”

“Exhibitionist kink?”

I gave a nod as I handed him more water. “A desire to be watched. People who perform at the club usually feel the desire to have eyes on them while they expose themselves and participate in such acts. Like I said, it’s not my particular brand of kinky, though I’m not opposed. My desires lie in submission. Past that is merely me exploring with a partner to find what they enjoy.”

The conversation shifted after that to focus on the food and plans for the day. Neither of us had much to do, so we settled on being as lazy as possible. We showered together, snuggled up to watch a movie, and ate while being practically attached at the hip.

It was one of my favorite days ever.

We didn’t talkabout the club much after our first visit. It was like going kind of got the urge out of both of us. Gerald texted Tucker to let him know he was alright, and the two kept in touch nearly every day. I knew Tucker was likely bringing him into the fold of our friend group, which suited me just fine.

While we didn’t expand our sexual repertoire much further, Gerald didn’t shy away from touching me more openly. Sometimes it was him pressing back into me, his ass grinding against my crotch in a way that was overtly sexual.

To be honest, I didn’t think he even realized he was doing so. It had become second nature for us to always be connected when we were in the house together. Occasionally, he’d even slip and do something provocative outside of the house.

Like rubbing against me in the line at the grocery store one of the few times we were able to shop together. Or the time he rubbed my shoulders from behind when we went out to dinner after he noticed I was still stressed from a meeting gone wrong.

The holidays were quickly approaching. My family wasn’t big on celebrating, and after I explained my need to be around for Gerald, Robin didn’t pester me about a visit. I swore to him that we’d go soon. I just wasn’t sure when.

Because the reality meant that seeing Robin would mean Gerald had to go to a place he didn’t want to. While we wouldn’tbe required to visit the ranch itself, we’d definitely be close enough to evoke memories. There was no chance of me doing so if I thought it would hurt him.

As October shifted to November, I saw a shift take over the man I loved. His moods became somber, and his attention was stretched thin. He was still completing everything he set out to do; however, there was a definite change in him. One I recognized because I’d seen it before.

One night, after another amazing session with Gage, I made my move. We were cuddled on the couch, the heat up high to combat the cold, and a blanket draped across our legs. The TV played some 80s romcom. I wasn’t paying close enough attention to know which one.

“Precious,” I said, hopeful that I’d get his attention. His gaze leapt to mine.

“Sir? What’s wrong?”

I shook my head. “Nothing is wrong. I simply wanted to check on you.”

“I’m fine,” he replied automatically.

“No, you’re not. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t lie to me.”

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