Page 34 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
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My phone chimed just as I stepped out of the shower. I snatched it up, water still dripping off my body, when I saw I had a new message on Daddy’s Boy.
Hey, thanks for trusting me with this. Given your love of my books, I guess I should’ve predicted you’d be into the lifestyle.
I grinned so widely my face hurt.Yes, I am. Call me Stephen. You know, fromThe Prince’s Rule?
He sent a smile emoji.That’s perfect. So can I assume you’re male?
Yes.I nearly kicked myself at my one-word response.
Good to know. Thanks for sharing that—I was relentlessly curious. Hazard of the job, I suppose.
I smiled but didn’t reply.
So you don’t want to share your real name?
My gut clenched.I can’t right now.
Okay, no worries. What did you want to talk about?
The water drying on my skin was making me cold, so I took a minute to towel off as I considered my response. I’d been conversing with the man for months now, and while we’d talked about things like our thoughts and feelings about certain news stories and events in the PNW and our love of books, we’d mostly kept to superficial topics. Though he had confirmed he was trans when he said he’d attended Pride back in June. I’d hinted at being queer but hadn’t directly divulged anything. I supposed by bringing up the Daddy’s Boy app, Cameron now knew I was gay.
Gray sweatpants and a loose T-shirt on—an outfit that never failed to give me the feel-good fuzzies of gender euphoria—I sighed, dropped down on my bed, and opened our chat. I wanted to talk about meeting him in person, express that I was a trans man still fairly early in his transition but had been checked out by my dream guy in person,beforeI fully passed as male, but of course I couldn’t say any of that. I was too much of a coward to share that.
So I went a completely different direction, typing and sending what crossed my mind before I could overthink it.I think I’m a Daddy.
The three dots danced for a lot longer than I expected. But as the seconds passed, I realized that had probably been unfair. I’d effectively dropped an emotional atomic bomb, and until now, we hadn’t really gotten that personal. And this wassuperpersonal.
My heart skipped a beat when his text came through.Why do you say that? You’ve never had a boy before?
I shook my head even though he couldn’t see it.No. In a lot of ways, I’m just now discovering what I like, who I am.Damn, how true that was.
When he didn’t respond, almost as if he was waiting for me to continue, I realized I actually did have more I wanted to say. And when I started typing, my fingers could barely keep up.
Okay, so I was raised submissive my whole life. I was taught to defer to everyone else to make decisions for me. But that never felt right. I resented the hell out of it, and I’m only now realizing the full weight of what that all means. So yeah, I think I’m a Daddy. Or at least, I want to be. I long to take care of someone, discipline them, meet their needs, and yeah, cuddle when my boy craves it. Because I do, too.
He didn’t respond right away, and my stomach dropped.
Too much?
The tension in my shoulders eased a bit when I saw he was typing his response.Not at all, Stephen.
I smiled at the name, though I wished he’d used my own.
His next text came through.Actually, I’m really glad you told me. Like I said, I’ve been curious about you—who you are, what you do . . . even just your gender, honestly. I love that we can share pieces of ourselves like this, in this anonymous way. Well, I guess it’s anonymous on my side. You know who I am, don’t you?
I sucked in a breath, my throat tightening.Does that bother you?
If I’m being honest, which I hope we always can be with each other, it does a little. I mean, you could be anyone. You know my name and a ton of things about me from my emails and my books, but I feel like I don’t know anything about you. Until now, that is. I get thatyou need to keep your real name a secret for now, and I’ll respect that. But can you do me a favor, Stephen?
I’ll try.
My heart raced as I waited for his response. When it came in, I had to read it a few times.Let me in. Let me see parts of you, the ones you feel comfortable sharing. Like tonight—that makes this feel real. And at the risk of sounding needy, I’d really like this to be real.
I squeezed my eyes shut, leaning my head back against my pillow and letting my phone fall at my side. My sweet Cameron, the man who’d been so guarded in person, was putting his heart out there like it’d never been broken, but I’d gathered from our previous conversations that he’d been hurt badly, probably repeatedly. My heart squeezed at his bravery . . . juxtaposed with my cowardice.
Was I leading this beautiful man on? Was I toying with him?
