Page 30 of Step Daddy

“Look, we’ll do whatever you want.” Gareth jostled their joined hands. “We’re here, we have the whole night ahead of us, no other place to be. We’ll have fun. Deal?”

Kit grinned, releasing a large portion of the tension he’d been holding inside. “Deal.”

Gareth nodded, narrowing his eyes a bit before continuing. “I’m giving you a safeword, though. Should’ve done it before, but bringing my virginal, questioning brother to a BDSM club isn’t something I’ve had prior experience with.”

Kit’s jaw dropped. “Wait… So that means we are going to do a scene?” Kit was so hard he could cut diamonds.

Gareth made a similar sound to the strangled one he’d burst out with earlier. “Sweet Jesus. No.” He tipped back his head and let out a sigh. Then he locked eyes with Kit again. “No, babe. A safeword is for anything you can’t handle. Anything that triggers you or is too overwhelming. It’s how you tell me, with one word, that you’re done. I won’t question or argue or debate. We simply stop and I take you outta here. Understand?”

“Wow. Yeah, I understand. But it sort of seems like you’re putting me in charge, though. Don’t you get a say?”

“You are in charge. The sub always has the power. The day he doesn’t is the day he’s in an abusive relationship.”

“Oh.”

Kit still wasn’t a hundred percent sure he understood, since he assumed being dominated meant the dominant person had the power. However, he’d grill Gareth for a more in-depth explanation later. Right now, he had what he was sure would be some very interesting exploration to do.

“Your word?”

“Right. My word.”

Kit was nibbling on his thumbnail when Gareth gently pulled it away from his mouth.

“Good boys don’t chew on their nails.”

Kit gulped. Literally gulped. Never had he been so concerned about coming in his pants before. But while tonight would have a lot of firsts, that particular one he didn’t need.

“Sorry, Daddy.” Kit thought his cheeks would catch fire, but he didn’t care. “How about Lancaster?”

Gareth snorted. “Fuck yeah. That word fills me with dread every time I think of it, so I’d definitely stop immediately.”

“That’s good then?”

Gareth regarded him with an expression Kit couldn’t name. “Very good.” A slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Very, very good.”

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