Page 38 of Stirring Up Trouble
His cute pout turned into a hesitant look. Like he was worried I was going to turn him away.
I quickly shook my head. “It's nothing bad, baby. I just want to talk to you about the Daddy part of us. I want to make sure that you understand what is and is not expected of you.”
“Oh,” he said.
Then it was quiet between us. I could tell he had questions, but he didn't want to ask.
After taking a deep breath, I dove right in. “Daddy kink covers a lot of different things. For some, it means that they call their partner Daddy in bed, and there's some caregiving in between the two. For others, it goes much deeper with age play elements. Sometimes that involves diapers and bottles. Other times, it's about playing dress up and coloring or using toys. Age play can cover a variety of years from toddler all the way up to preteen, ranging from littles to middles. Do you understand everything I'm saying so far?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he said.
His gaze locked on mine. I smiled at his eager reply.
“Good boy.”
His hand jerked in mine as his eyes widened, and his cheeks tinted pink.
Oh, that was good to know.I moved on past it, not wanting to get stuck in a tempting place.
“I'm glad you understand. For me, being a Daddy is about my ability to care for you. I don't mind age play and things that come along with it, but it's not something that I've ever wanted to pursue on my own. I don't go looking for partners who are littles or middles. I simply want someone who will allow me space to be there for them and who calls me Daddy.”
He nodded, then bit his lip. Before I could reach out to release it from his grasp, he said, "I think that's what I would like too. Some of the guys on the ranch are Little and they have friends who are like, Little-Little. I’ve never wanted that. To behonest, I never even thought about calling anyone else Daddy until you mentioned it.”
I raised my brow. "Really? Not a single other person?"
He rolled his eyes. "Considering I was only with women before, no."
I scoffed. "There are female Daddies out there. Don’t underestimate the title because of gender."
His mouth formed a cute little O, but he didn't say anything, so I pushed ahead.
“I'm glad that we're on the same page as far as this goes. A few of the things that I particularly like are the closeness that I would have with a partner. I am very tactile when it comes to a relationship. I'm going to want to touch you and kiss you and hold you. When we sleep, I'm gonna want you in my arms, laying across my chest. When we're apart, I'm gonna want you to check in to let me know how you're doing. I'm gonna constantly send you reminders to eat and hydrate. It's sometimes overbearing,” I admitted. “But it's my concern, my need to know that you're okay, that leads me to be that way.”
He smiled as he tilted his head and looked at me. I hadn't even realized that I had ducked down to avoid his gaze.
"Hey, Daddy," he said softly. I looked him in the eye. "I like all those things. Sometimes I do forget to eat and drink. Work gets so busy. And sometimes I just don't want to. But if I know that someone is waiting for me to let them know that I have, then I'll get better at it. And as far as the cuddling stuff goes, it sounds great. I am a bit of a snuggler myself, though I keep it under wraps for the most part.”
I smiled at that. “Then it seems like we're a perfect match.”
He beamed at me, leaning his head on my shoulder. “It does sound that way, doesn't it, Daddy? I can't say that this is how I thought life would go, but I also can't complain. Can you?”
“Not one little bit,” I said, before squeezing his hand once, and then pushing it back over to him.
He raised up looking at me with a frown. I stopped him before he could complain.
“Stand and strip,” I demanded.
My voice was steady. There was an undeniable urge inside of me. Knowing that we both wanted one another was great, but understanding that his desires aligned with mine was next level compatibility in my book.
It was like someone took a vision of everything I wanted and put it into a person and said, "Here you go. Not what you thought, but it sounds good, right?”
I was not surprised when my boy stripped quickly. What was surprising was how his dick was already hard and leaking.
Reaching out, I ran my finger along his crown, gathering up the pre-come and bringing it to my mouth. I sucked my finger between my lips, closing my eyes as the salty taste hit my mouth.
“Delicious,” I hummed.
He whimpered and shook at my praise.
