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My lips part as I blink up at him. He chuckles, repeating his words. I nod, still in shock.

“I need your words, petal. Would you like it if I was your boyfriend?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I’d love that.”

“And would you like it if I tried being your Daddy?”

I nod eagerly before fully registering his words. My brows pinch in confusion. Glancing around us, I notice we are close to one of the open Aftercare Rooms. I tug him inside and close the door behind us.

Seth looks concerned. “What’s wrong, Wylan?”

“What did you mean when you said you would try being my Daddy? You said the word ‘try’ twice.” I bite my lip nervously,suddenly worried that my strange description of how I’m a submissive confused him. Was he unsure how to handle me? Did he figure he’d try it out first?

I’ve been so damn hopeful that Seth could be mine, that it didn’t dawn on me that he might be looking for a very specific type of boy. Would he be able to handle someone who didn’t really have a label but liked to do a little bit of everything?

He gently tugs my lip from between my teeth. “I don’t like that worried look you have on your face, little one. Talk to me, please.”

I shake my head. “No. Please, Seth. I’m not trying to be a brat, but I can’t answer you until I know what you meant.” I start to tremble, feeling way too exposed.

Seth notices me shaking and his eyes widen. “Please, petal. Come here.” He opens his arms and I fall into them desperately. I need to feel any sense of comfort he’s willing to give me. Seth guides me to the large plush sofa in the middle of the room. I take a seat as he reaches for one of the large fleece blankets that’s folded on a nearby shelf.

The blanket is surprisingly warm and smells like fresh laundry.

Once I’m wrapped in the blanket, he rushes over to a mini fridge I didn’t see in the corner of the room. Seth pulls out a bottle of water, takes off the cap and hands it to me.

My lips twitch. If this is him only‘trying’to be a Daddy, he’s got this nailed. I should be jealous of how familiar he seems with this room, but I’m nothing but grateful at the moment. “Thank you,” I say before taking a sip of the cool liquid.

I expect him to sit in the plush chair across from me, but instead he snuggles up close to me before turning. He maneuvers us around until I’m leaning my back against his front, and his legs are on either side of my hips. Part of me is tempted to press in closer and sneak my hand down between us, but I don’t. I can tell whatever he has to say is important.

And it is. He launches into the story of how he used to be a Daddy ten years ago. How his boy, Justin, was the last boy he had dated when he was in a Daddy/boy relationship. Seth explains how his need to be a caretaker left when Justin passed away.

Seth tells me how he slowly started to realize over the years that nurturing his partners, boyfriends, and even play partners was an important part of who he is, but he couldn’t ever bring himself to be someone else’s Daddy.

Until he met me.

Now, it makes sense. And god, it’s a terrifying, intoxicating feeling. This handsome, wonderful man wants to be my Daddy, that he’s willing totry, because the last time he tried was ten years ago, when he lost the only boy he ever loved.

Again, I should be jealous, but as Seth confesses all his truths to me, opening up in a way he’s never opened up to anyone, I know he needs me just as much as I need him. Over the next thirty minutes, Seth and I talk, confessing little things about our kinks, about our wants and needs and how hard it’s been searching for someone who will accept us.

I’m shocked when he tells me that he’s also an exhibitionist, that he loves driving his partners crazy with lust. Edging them until they come, sometimes driving them to experience multiple orgasms in one session, and how he likes a little bite of pain with his pleasure.

I have to admit that these last few confessions have me turned on.

We briefly mention drawing up contracts, sharing our STI results, and making sure we understand each other’s limits and safe words. From an outsider’s perspective, it might seem too fast, but in reality, it isn’t Seth and I have been dancing around each other for almost two years. I trust this man, and it warms my chest when he says he trusts me.

“What about work?” I ask, finally approaching the elephant in the room. “Does this mean I should find a new job?”

Seth tenses under me. “Do you want to find a new job?”

I shake my head. “I love working at Silk, and if I’m being honest, I love serving you. I know others might think that’s messed upor they might question my motives, but I’m genuinely happy there.”

He places a kiss on my hair. “Then we won’t change it. I’ll admit, it might be harder now, wanting to keep my hands to myself,” he jokes. “But we work well together, and it’s my business. If anyone has an issue with it, then they can take it up with the boss.”

I giggle. “And as much as I’m going to struggle keeping my hands to myself too, I’d like us to keep any PDA to a minimum while on the clock.”

Seth stills under me again. “Do you want to keep us a secret? Because I don’t like that idea, if I’m being honest. I want to be able to hold your hand or kiss your cheek. I don’t want to have to take separate cars if one of us stays the night.”

My heart skips a beat, and I grin. “No. I don’t want us to be a secret.”

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