Page 66 of Daddy Down Under

And it was that love that gave me the courage to ask, “What is it you want from me? From us? From our relationship, I mean. How do you see it?”

“I want to take care of you in every way imaginable, in every practical detail.”

I swallowed. “You’re talking about way more than me being s-submissive in the bedroom.”

“Yes.”

Ocean reached out, his fingers brushing my cheek. “I want to challenge you, support you, help you grow. This isn’t about sex for me, Cash. It’s about building something deeper, something that nourishes both of us.”

I leaned into his touch, my mind reeling. His vision of our relationship was both thrilling and terrifying. “Like a twenty-four-hour thing?”

He hesitated. “Not in your job. It’s more of an at-home thing. A when-we’re-together thing.”

My heart raced at his words. I pushed myself up to a sitting position, and next to me, Ocean did the same. “But the age difference,” I protested weakly, even as I felt myself being pulled in by his words. “I’m so much older than you.”

Ocean’s thumb traced my jawline. “Age is a number, Cash. What matters is how we feel, how we connect. I see a man who’s strong, successful, but also vulnerable and in need of care. And I want to be the one to provide that care.”

His words resonated deep within me, striking a chord I hadn’t known existed. I felt a connection to Ocean’s vision, a yearning for what he described. But doubt still gnawed at me.

“I don’t know if I can let go like that. I’ve always been in control. Always had to be.”

Ocean’s smile was gentle. “That’s the beauty of it. When you’re with me, you don’t have to be in control all the time. You can let go, knowing I’ll catch you.”

I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the emotions surging through me. Part of me wanted to run, to retreat to the safety of my carefully constructed walls. But a larger part wanted to dive headfirst into what Ocean was offering.

“I’m scared,” I confessed, opening my eyes to meet his gaze.

“I know, baby boy.”

Baby boy. He’d never called me that before, but I liked it. Strike that. I loved it. It…it resonated with me, somehow. It fit how he took care of me, like a…

It struck me like lightning. “You want to be myDaddy,” I said slowly, the word foreign on my lips.

Next to me, Ocean tensed. “Yes.”

It all made sense now, like the last piece of a puzzle had finally been found. “D-did you know this? Before you met me, I mean?”

“That I was a Daddy?”

I nodded.

“No. I’ve never been in a serious relationship, Cash. I knew I was bossy and liked to take charge, and I’ve played around with the D/s dynamic, but not like this. This grew organically.”

He was being honest. I had zero doubt he was telling me the truth. “B-but you want this?”

Ocean’s eyes, those mesmerizing pools of blue-green, held mine steadily. “If you want it too, I’d be honored to be your Daddy, Cash. To take care of you, to help you let go.”

My mind was reeling. Daddy. The term echoed in my head, stirring something deep within me. It was shocking, taboo even, yet…it felt right. Like a key sliding into a lock I hadn’t known existed. “I’ve never thought of myself as a…boy.”

Ocean’s smile was gentle, understanding. “But you like it when I call you that. It’s not about age, Cash. It’s about letting someone else take the reins sometimes. About trusting someone to catch you when you fall.”

As I processed his words, I realized that was exactly what I wanted. What I’d always wanted, perhaps. To have someone strong enough, caring enough, to shoulder my burdens. To let me be vulnerable without fear of judgment.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. “I want to try. I want to explore this with you. But I’m not sure how to start, how to be a…boy.”

The smile that broke across Ocean’s face was like the sun emerging from behind storm clouds. He cupped my face in his hands, his touch reverent. “My beautiful boy,” he murmured, and something inside me melted. “We’ll figure it out together, step by step. No pressure, no expectations.”

“Can we just be here for a moment?” I asked, reaching for him.

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