Page 10 of Pretty Baby

“What are you going to do?” Caleb asked, nerves obvious.

“Tonight? We’re going to talk. Get to know each other and discuss what we both are looking for.”

“And I need a safe word for that?” Caleb asked. The question came out bratty but Grant didn’t instantly react. Instead, he watched his boy’s face. Caleb appeared confused and concerned.

“I’m going to push you, Caleb,” Grant told him. “You’ve gotten really good at hiding. You’re probably a master at distracting men so they don’t get to close to you or find out your secrets.”

Caleb shrugged.

“If you use your safe word; I’ll know that you aren’t comfortable with the conversation and we need to move on,” Grant finished.

“I can safe word in a conversation?”

God, his heart was fucking breaking for this boy. Didn’t any Dom ever stop and get to know how sweet and needy Caleb was? “You can safe word for anything. Anything at all. If your uncomfortable with the conversation, or a place we’re at, in a crowd, anytime.”

Caleb nodded as he bit his bottom lip. Grant had noticed that he did that quite a bit. Caleb might not be a little like Avery but he was a boy and sometimes a boy needed something in their mouth too.

“Safeword Caleb?” Grant repeated.

“Pecan,” Caleb whispered. “I hate pecans.”

“Good, anytime you say that word then whatever we are doing will stop. I will never be mad at you for using your safeword. I won’t leave you. We will talk about how you feel and how I am feeling.” Grant hoped Caleb was really listening to him. He’d be sure to remind Caleb often.

“Why?” Caleb blurted out. He slapped his hand over his mouth. “Sorry.”

Grant pulled Caleb’s hand down. He kissed Caleb gently on the lips before smiling. “Why what boy?”

“Why are you doing this?” Caleb whispered. “Just fuck me and leave me. It’s what everyone else does.”

“Oh, pretty baby.” Grant caressed his cheek. “I’m not going to fuck you and leave you. I’m going to take you on dates, I’m going to learn everything there is about you that I can, and I’m going to prove that you can trust me.”

“I can suck you off in the bathroom,” Caleb offered.

His boy was not listening to him.

“Or under the table,” Caleb added. “Master Finn doesn’t like that in the front room though. I can pay for a private room if you want to fuck me here.”

“Caleb.” He held Caleb’s chin in a firm but gentle hold. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight.”

“You want to,” Caleb argued. “I can feel your erection against my leg.”

And this was the brat that Caleb showed to everyone. Grant had more patience than to give in to the brat though. Caleb was trying to push him away. He made his pretty baby nervous.

Grant grasped Caleb’s hands and clasped them to his chest. “I do want to fuck you,” he admitted.

Caleb’s eyes flashed.

“That won’t happen though until we get to know each other better though. Until you trust me.”

Caleb huffed. “I don’t know how to handle this. Handle you.” His voice was so soft that Grant strained to hear him.

“That’s okay. I’m here to help you.”

“I’m not worth the trouble,” Caleb responded quickly.

“I think you are.” Grant kissed each hand before he set them on his chest. Then brushed the hair off Caleb’s forehead. “You don’t get to decide if I’m interested in you. I am. The only way this thing between us stops is if you use your safe word or tell me that you’re not interested in me back.”

“I’m interested,” Caleb said. “I just don’t understand what you want from me.”

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