Page 37 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
I promise to always respect and earn the trust you’ve put in me.
His next text had my eyes widening.Okay, then first, we need some rules. The first one we talked about: You call me Daddy. Though if one of us has safeworded or we’re simply discussing something and not playing, Stephen is just fine.
Of course, Daddy.
Second, we need to be honest with each other. I know that seems unfair since I’m not telling you everything about me, but I promise I won’t lie to you. And I fully intend to tell you the truth later on; I’m just not ready right now. Honesty includes safewording the instant you need to as well, okay?
I nodded as I typed a quick response.Yes, Daddy. I will always be honest with you.
Good boy. Now, since we’re going to be getting rather personal here, I want to know your preferred terms for your anatomy. I’d hate to cause any dysphoria.
My heart melted.Thank you, Daddy. I call my dick my t-dick or just my dick. My asshole is that or just my hole. I still have my front hole, too, but I prefer penetration in my ass—using my front hole is usually dysphoric.
Thank you for telling me, Cameron.
You’re welcome, Stephen. Also, I’ve had top surgery, and I’ve finally regained sensitivity in my nipples.I sighed before adding,Hope that’s not oversharing.
His response was swift.Never oversharing, boy. I’m your Daddy, remember? I need to know as much as I can so I can take care of you the best I’m able.
Thank you, Daddy.I added a winking emoji to lighten the mood. This was always an uncomfortable yet necessary conversation, and I’d never had it over text before. But Stephen made it feel easy.
You’re welcome, sweet boy. Now, I want to start setting some ground rules for you to follow, but I’m not familiar with your routine yet. Could you tell me what your work hours are and how you spend your time?
I glanced at the clock. I had an hour and a half before my meeting anyway, so I settled in to chat.I work entirely from home and for myself, so my hours are flexible. Sometimes I’ll go into a coffee shop during the day if I’m getting writing in, but other than that, I rarely have specific demands on my time. I can let you know if I ever do.
I bit my lip as I considered whether or not I wanted to return to that yoga class. If I did, maybe I’d see Sam again, though the thought thrilled and terrified me in equal measure. It might be a long shot since he wasn’t a regular instructor or anything, but it would do me good to get out of the house, anyway.
Though I think I’ll be attending a Tuesday afternoon yoga class, and every other Tuesday night at 8, like tonight, I meet up with a like-minded group of friends.
Like-minded as in other Daddies and boys?
Was I sensing some jealousy?Exactly that. Does that bother you, Daddy?
His response wasn’t immediate, so I smiled to my empty bedroom because I was probably right. Though it made me think of another question to ask . . .
His text came through before I had the chance.It does a little, boy. I know it’s not fair of me to demand you’re exclusive with me, but I have to admit to feeling a little jealous that other Daddies get to spend time with you.
I was already nodding as I replied, thankful he’d brought up exclusivity so I didn’t have to.I understand that, Daddy. My club isn’t like that for me, though—they’re all only friends. I’ve only ever been attracted to one Daddy there, but it didn’t work out between us, and he doesn’t come anymore.Because he was a raging transphobe and got booted out as soon as I told everyone the awful things he’d said to me when he found out I was AFAB.
Okay, boy. Until we move this offline—or both agree otherwise—I’d say this doesn’t need to be exclusive. That wouldn’t be fair.
My heart sank, but I supposed he was being reasonable. Not that I’d had any prospects in the past several months, anyway.Okay, Daddy. Whatever pleases you.
I’d chosen my words carefully, and I was rewarded when his next message came through.Damn, boy, you’re going to kill me before we even get started.
I just sent a gif of a cartoon character batting their eyelashes.
Are you teasing Daddy? Because I may have to find a punishment for that.
My gut tightened, and I could feel his words in my dick.What kind of punishment, Daddy?Holy hell—am Iaskingto be punished? What the fuck is wrong with me?
Consider this your first lesson in listening to Daddy. How much time before you need to leave for your meetup?
I glanced at the clock on my phone.I have about an hour, Daddy.
Good. I want you to follow my instructions exactly, you hear, boy?
Anticipation coiled in my gut.Yes, Daddy.
