Page 72 of Born Daddy

“Okay, cock cages.” Rogan determined he’d wasted too much time being vanilla. “What else?”

“Ooh,” Tate straightened and angled his body so he faced Rogan. “Can we try one with a penis plug? They’re more work, but I’ve always been interested in them because of how much I love slit play.”

Rogan’s eyebrows shot up. He wondered if there was a kink course he could take.

“I get the gist of what you’re saying, but maybe,” He scratched his chin. “Uh, maybe when we reach the physical phase of our relationship, you can show me what it’s like for you? I’m assuming I’d be the one doing the playing.”

Tate snorted. “Yeah. Totally.”

Rogan’s gaze landed on the noticeable erection tenting Tate’s sweatpants.

“Are you wearing underwear?”

Tate blinked several times as if he were the most innocent boy in the world. “Was I supposed to, Daddy?”

Rogan smirked. “You’re a little dickens, you know that?”

“Who me?” Tate broke into laughter.

“Here’s the deal, kiddo. I want you to go and get properly dressed, underwear and all, then we can pull out the laptop and do some shopping. Deal?”

Tate jumped up from the couch, his mouth wet in a wide grin. “Deal!” As he rushed from the room, he called over his shoulder. “Can we look at butt plugs, too?”

“Sure. Why not.”

Rogan laughed and shook his head. Clearly, he’d missed out on a lot during his long, vanilla-laced years. It was time to change that.

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