Page 25 of Phantom Faceoff
Jules is tall and lanky, a fact he uses to his advantage every chance he gets.
“Just wanted to understand better.” I set the laptop on the bed in front of me and lean back. Julian takes the cue and climbs onto the mattress, fitting himself behind me. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course, Daddy.”
It doesn’t supply the same thrill as when Zander said it, but it fills me with a warmth I’m starting to become comfortable with.
“This dynamic … it’s important to you?”
He nods, resting his cheek on the back of my neck. “It feels like I’ve finally found a piece of myself that was hidden away. Tucked neatly in a drawer collecting dust.”
His arms tighten around me, and I hold onto his hands with my own. “I like it. Seeing you happy.”
“You’re such a sap.”
“Shut up.” I squeeze his hands, more curiosity bubbling in my brain. “I have another question.”
“Shoot.”
I heave out a heavy breath, weighing my choice of words.
“Do you … I mean, is there …” I drop his hands and press mine to my eyes. “Is this kink sexual for you?”
His quiet for a minute, still except for the rise and fall of his chest on my back.
“With you? No. You make me feel safe. To let this part of me out.” He sits up straight and takes his hands away. “But yeah. There’s a sexual aspect I want to explore. Eventually. Just have to find a Daddy I feel safeandsexy with.”
I chuckle at the teasing note in his tone. “You’ll have me until then.”
He hums a happy sound, and then throws himself sideways to lay across my bed and grin at me.
“My turn.”
“Oh boy.”
“While you were reading,” he says, and I know immediately where this is going. “Did it turn you on?”
It takes me a second to answer, to put my findings into something coherent.
“Not the age play bits. I’m not sure I could be intimate with someone in that way. No offense.”
“None taken. It’s different for everyone.”
“I like the trust. The … deferring to one partner for permission.”
“Which partner do you want to be?”
My face flames in an instant, and I look away as Julian breaks out into a fit of giggles.
“Oh, you hush. I like—I like being Daddy, alright? It works for us, and it’s … it’s hot to think about someone calling me that in bed. Are you happy now?”
“You’re so cute, Mal.” He sits up and yanks my computer into his lap. “You’re more of a soft dom. Under all the prickles that is.”
“Fuck you.”
“No thanks. Love you, though.”
We sit in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s company until Julian shifts and meets my eyes.
