Page 37 of Daddy's Little Matchmaker

He added, “And I’m sorry for my knee-jerk reaction to your threat, but I think I was eight the last time someone threated to spank me. I agree wholeheartedly that dominance isnotabout who is physically stronger. I happen to be physically bigger thanall the submissives I’ve played with, but I fully understand that’s not the point of a BDSM relationship.”

“Okay, apology accepted,” she said. “I think being apart for almost a week after our first date left both of us with some preconceived notions about how our relationship was going to move forward without actually knowing how the other one felt.”

“Honestly, I haven’t thought about much else in my spare time.”

“Me too,” she admitted with a small smile. “So why don’t we go to my apartment and order a pizza? We can sit down and spend the evening negotiating, and then come to anagreementon how many hours I’m going to be working next week.”

“That’s a great idea. I’ve been fantasizing about seeing your Little side all week, and I had thoughts of making you dinner while you colored tonight, but clearly we’re not ready for that yet.”

Tessica blushed and focused on the counter. “I may have played out that exact fantasy every night since we had dinner.” Then she made eye contact and added, “But my fantasy might be wildly different than yours.”

He stepped closer and put a hand on the side of her face, “I’m glad you’ve been thinking about me as much as I’ve been thinking about you.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss. When he pulled away, she moved forward to keep their lips together longer, and in that moment he was certain they’d find a way to make it work, no matter how different their fantasies were.

Twenty minutes later, they were at Tessica’s apartment. The pizza had been ordered, the wine had been poured, and they were sitting on opposite sides of the couch ready to talk.

Connor wasn’t sure where to begin. He’d negotiated hundreds of individual scenes, but he’d never negotiated an entire relationship. His one long-term kink relationship had started with scenes in the club and by the time he’d asked her to move in, they’d both understood the other’s needs and wants fairly well.

Tessica started the conversation. “I think we need two sets of rules. Or maybe three. One for when I’m Little, one for when we’re co-topping a Little, and one when we’re alone as adults in a romantic relationship.”

Connor nodded. “Sounds like a good idea.”

“When we’re dealing with a Little, I think we should be one hundred percent equal.”

“I can understand that, but what happens if you give an order and I disagree? Or vice versa?”

“Hm.” Tessica glanced at her wine for a moment before making eye contact again. “Maybe we go in another room to talk? Come to a consensus and then go back out to present a united front.”

Connor thought that over.

Tessica added, “I assume that’s only going to be an issue for the first few months. We’ll pick up on each other’s habits and play demeanors fairly quickly.”

“True,” Connor agreed. “So while we’re figuring it out, we check in with each other frequently while we play.”

“Yes, exactly.”

“What are your hard limits when playing with a Little?” he asked.

“Honestly, that depends on the Little. I mean obviously respecting their boundaries would be my number one priority, and I would never play with anyone without a safeword.”

“Agreed.”

“What about you?” she asked. “What are your hard limits?”

“I generally don’t play with anyone who identifies as younger than three, because I won’t do diapers.”

“I can understand that. What about pull-ups?”

Connor shook his head. “Not for me. But if we’re co-topping, I wouldn’t mind playing with a Little who was wearing them as long as you were willing to take care of any bathroom issues.”

“Sure, that would work for me. Other hard limits?” she asked.

“Public play.”

She frowned. “You mean like a club?”

“No. I mean like a McDonalds or a Walmart type of public.”

Her eyebrows went up. “Well, I suppose that’s a hard limit for me too. I just assumed it would go without saying.”

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