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I swallowed. I wanted Daddy with everything in me, but I was still scared. Everyone had let me down except Ricky. But what was the point in protecting my heart if it meant losing the one thing…the onepersonI wanted most of all? “Yes please.”

Warmth lit Daddy’s eyes. “Such a polite boy.”

I basked in the praise, but then I sighed. “So will I see you tomorrow?” Daddy chuckled and stood up, cradling me in his arms. I gaped again because he was so strong.

“Show me the bedroom we’re going to spend the night in.”

Saul

Maybe I should have gone with my instincts all along.

I took in the peeling walls, the threadbare carpet, and what I guessed was a thrift store table next to the bed. But then I took in the row of books, all old, but carefully arranged, the cozy blanket he’d had on the kitchen island. Everything was old but pristine, and Tiny sat in pride of place in the middle of the two pillows. The bed looked decent, but it was small, and I doubted we would both fit on it. For a moment I seriously considered if I should just take Calvin to a hotel, but that would be sending my boy the wrong signals. I never wanted Calvin to feel ashamed of where he’d managed to get to in his life on his own, and renting alone anywhere was no small feat.

Spotting the hard chair in the corner of the room next to a rail that Calvin had hung clothes on, I carried him over there. A plastic set of 3 drawers stood next to it. Calvin was silent and as he followed my gaze, I knew he was watching for my reaction. “I can walk, you know.”

But he didn’t say it like he really meant it and I nuzzled his throat.

“But why should you?” I kissed him as lovingly as I could, then broke off and deposited him on the chair. “Sit there. I don’t want my weight to break your bed, so we’re going to dosome rearranging.” Calvin’s lips parted in surprise, but then he glanced back at the small bed.

“I can manage on the sofa.”

But I shook my head. “You’re going to spend tonight in my arms, same as every night from now on.”

Calvin’s smile came back full-force, and he watched as I pulled the mattress onto the floor. I was used to sleeping on hard ground, so if I rolled off it was no big deal, but I doubted if the spindly metal feet on the bottom of the bedframe would survive me lying on it.

Tilting the frame up and onto its side, I just left enough room for us to squeeze into the bathroom, then turned to Calvin. “Now baby, I’ve never been to a BDSM club in my life, but I understand what consent is. We’re going to copy what I’ve read and use the traffic light system as we did briefly in the hotel but without a real discussion, which was wrong of me.”

Before I got the chance to say anything else, there was a knock on the door. “I ordered a pizza,” Calvin explained. He went to stand up, but I laid a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t want you ever to answer a door unless you absolutely know who’s behind it.” The thought of what he’d done earlier still gave me fits, and he hung back as I strode to answer it.

“My wallet—”

“I’ve got this.” It was one thing not belittling him, but he was in my care now and if where he was living was an indication of his finances, then I would get the pizza. Paying the guy and making him happy with a generous tip, I left the box in the kitchen after seeing he had a microwave to reheat it.

“Are you hungry now?” I asked, glancing back at him. He shook his head, and I could see that nerves were probably filling his belly.

“Not really. I often eat late.”

His eating habits were another thing we’d address, but I had to get him home first. I was well aware of the huge age gap between us, so I’d be looking at my own habits as well. Snagging his hand, I took him to the sofa, sitting again with him on my lap. “As I was saying, we’ll use the traffic light system. Can you repeat them for me?”

He looked surprised. “Green, for everything is okay. Yellow is I’m not sure and need to talk, and red is for stop.”

“Good boy,” I praised; I knew he’d been to a club with that waste of space Steven, so I’d been sure he was aware of what I’d been able to find on the internet. I just wanted to reinforce our rules. “I know you made those questions Ricky sent me.”

He flushed, which was as good as an admission. “I helped Ricky,” he admitted.

“Did you read my suggestions?”

He nodded.

“We’ll expand on the rules, but once we get home, we’re going to start every day with a spanking.”

Calvin’s jaw dropped.

“Because I need you to know every morning that you’re safe with me.”

He blinked and lowered his head. I caught his chin and lifted it, his tear-laden eyes focusing on mine. “What color are you?”

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