Page 67 of Born Daddy

“So, uh…” Rogan cleared his throat. “After we’re done here, I’d like to spend some time relaxing and going over what it is you like from a kink standpoint.” Rogan moved the last bite of his omelet around on the plate. “Unless you’re not ready for that discussion yet.”

Tate straightened and set down his fork as if he was done, his food only half eaten. “I’m ready.”

Rogan chuckled and shook his head. Tate would be a handful all right, but Rogan didn’t mind. He’d make up for all the years Tate had wished he could be cherished but was cast aside instead.

“Good. As soon as you finish your food, we’ll grab some coffee and sit on the couch. If you’re getting too full, then at least have a couple more bites of the egg. You can leave the fruit.”

Tate sighed. “Okay. I’ll finish first.”

As Rogan polished off the last of his breakfast, he watched in amusement as Tate downed every bite of his own. Already Rogan felt he was getting a feel for how his boy operated.

My boy.

Damn, he loved that. Tate might be craving a Daddy who gave him all his attention, but Rogan was coming to terms with the fact that he was getting as much or more from their dynamic. Tate saw him as much as Rogan saw Tate. He’d never want for attention either. His boy would see to that.

Once Tate made good on his promise of clearing the table and loading the dishwasher, and Rogan poured some more coffee, they got settled together on the sofa. Tate snuggled up to Rogan, and Rogan didn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around Tate. He didn’t realize until the sigh escaped his lips what a happy sound he’d made.

Rogan stroked his thumb along Tate’s shoulder. “I’ve been meaning to ask you, since Master Zane brought it up the other night. Do you have a safeword?”

“Yeah. I just use red.”

“Okay. What about green or yellow? Master Zane mentioned those as well—which makes sense to me. I never would’ve thought of that.”

Tate started idly running his palm along Rogan’s thigh. His concentration went all to hell for a moment, then he pulled himself back on track. He considered telling Tate to stop, however, he didn’t believe Tate was purposely trying to tease him. Rogan feared Tate’s feelings would be hurt if he discouraged him from continuing the maddening touch.

“Well, no. I haven’t. And to be honest, I only ever used my safeword once, way back when I was first getting into the scene. It was with an earlier Dom who wasn’t a Daddy. He thought I wanted my boundaries pushed and tried to flog me instead of just spanking and I kinda freaked. It was fine though, he respected my safeword.”

“And you didn’t say green when you were ready to keep going?”

“No, I just ended the scene and never played with him again.”

“Oh.”

Rogan considered whether he should pursue the matter further, then decided he did. It couldn’t only be about what made Tate comfortable. If he was even the tiniest bit uncertain, it would come across as hesitation and send Tate the wrong message.

“Tate, I’m going to request we use the traffic light colors for my benefit. I’m still feeling my way around all these new concepts, and it would give me some security if I knew all bases were covered.”

“Okay, Daddy. I can do that.” Tate peered up at him. “I want you to be happy too.”

Rogan pressed a kiss to Tate’s temple. “I know you do, sweetheart.” He gave him a light squeeze. “Well, that’s settled. Now…” He took a deep breath and decided to go for it. “What about other things, like orgasm denial? You know, me making you wear a cock cage and all that? Are there any other activities that help you feel as though you’re being a good boy for your Daddy?”

“Cock cages are my favorite. I mean, I can be a good boy and not touch myself if my Daddy says I’m not allowed, but it’s more the feeling of every part of me belonging to Daddy, that I’m owned. And the sensation of my cock being imprisoned, being Daddy’s and no one else’s, is a huge turn on.” Tate snickered. “Except not literally when the damn thing is on.”

“All right.” Rogan gave up fighting and become one with his raging hard-on. “Is there a particular type you prefer? I’m thinking we might want to go online and check out different options.” Rogan squeezed Tate’s shoulder. “This is where you can teach me. And true confession time—I’ve been rather vanilla my whole life, so I’m dabbling in unfamiliar territory.”

“Totally vanilla?”

Tate gazed up at him, but Rogan saw no judgement there, only curiosity.

“Yeah…pretty much. Maybe some rough sex, but I wouldn’t classify that as kinky. Just extra horny.” Rogan drew his eyebrows together as he regarded Tate. “Would that qualify as an activity you’d use your safeword for? Our size difference would make me concerned.”

“No, I like it rough sometimes.” A tinge of red crept up Tate’s neck. “Not ‘throw me around the room’ rough, but intense, I think is the right word?” Tate placed his palm on Rogan’s chest. “But that’s what the safeword is for, okay? Don’t hold back, okay?”

Rogan nodded. “Deal. And you’ll use red, green and yellow, right?”

Tate grinned. “Deal.”

Rogan relaxed against the cushion, basking in their combined warmth, Tate tucked perfectly into his side as if their bodies were two matching pieces of a puzzle. He supposed that in many ways, they were.

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