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I didn’t reply but went straight to the thermostat by the staircase. Trust took time. I promised myself I’d treat Kiren with care and affection. Eventually, perhaps, he’d be able to tell me anything. If he was the one, if he was to be my very own little, my commitment to him would be unbreakable. I’d do anything forhim. Protect him. Care for him. Give him whatever he needed. And spoil him, too, when he deserved it. I could be a very strict daddy depending on the needs of the individual, but also very kind and gentle. I was lenient with good boys.

I enjoyed everything about this kink. Including the playtime. In fact, playtime highly entertained me. I tried to be the best daddy I could be. But good boys who didn’t wander and cheat were hard to find in my particular community. Which was irritating, to say the least, and why I was alone.

“Will you show me around your home, Daddy?”

“Of course.”

I had a two-story. Not huge, but with a finished basement. That was where a lot of my kink parties happened. Right now, I led Kiren from kitchen to office to bedroom.

In my bedroom, he was astonished to see I had stuffed animals adorning my pillows at the head of my bed. A bear. A rabbit with impossibly long ears. And a floppy cat.

“Daddy, you have toys?”

“Am I not allowed?”

“Just for you?” He scrunched up his eyebrows.

“Yes. Just for me.”

“Why?”

“Because I like them.”

“But not like a little? Like an adult?”

“Exactly.”

“I didn’t know it could be like that.”

“Well,” I said, fluffing up the cat. “You like to play, right? And as a daddy I like to play, too, but with my boys. I enjoy games and toys with a little who wants to play.”

He pressed his lips together hard, chin down. “When you say it like that, it means you’re being a good daddy. Playing with his boy. Yes. It makes sense. You’re a good daddy.”

“I hope so.” For you. I didn’t say those last two words aloud. Kiren understood that I wanted him.

Kiren turned to face me full-on. “I’d like to see more of your toys.”

“I’d like to see what you brought.”

We had so much more to show each other. This day was only the beginning.

In the living room, Kiren knelt by his bag and opened it. He took out a small stack of coloring books and a box of crayons.

“You like to color. Good to know,” I said, reaching for them. “Let’s put them on the coffee table.”

He nodded, pulling out three stuffed animals. A teddy bear, a lime green elephant and a unicorn with rhinestones on its silken horn.

“Those are very cute. They can sit with us on the couch.”

He smiled. “That would be nice. They are Brobear because he’s my stuffy brother, Kila the elephant, and Ellabelle. Kila is short for Kilimanjaro.”

“Very original names.”

Out came a little set of metal cars in clear case. “I love toy cars. The one you gave me was such a perfect Secret Santa gift.”

“I’m glad.” I took them to the coffee table, as well.

Kiren looked up at me, hands still in his bag. “I brought stuff I like to wear, if that’s okay.”

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