Page 10 of Santa’s Little Faker
“They explained how to get ready for a date with a guy—if you know what I mean—so I’m sure they’ll be helpful with submission and little stuff.” Hmm…was that enough? Na. “I even had a couple of guys offer to help me try diapers for the first time, but I figured my Daddy would want to do that.”
Yep, I was just as smart as Terrence in my own way…I just had no desire to do whatever he did for the government.
I liked working with my hands and I wanted to be able to tell Bastian about my day once he was officially my Daddy.
Glancing over at my flowers again, I didn’t have to fake being excited. “Anyone who gives such nice presents is going to be a great Daddy and really understanding with intimate stuff. Right?”
Bastian certainly was…he just needed a bit more time to realize that.
I was running out of patience, though, so he was just going to get a tiny, very subtle push.
“Um, possibly.” Bastian glanced between me and the flowers I’d picked out for myself. “But not everyone is trustworthy.”
Technically that was correct, so I nodded. “I’m taking it very slow, though.”
That got a cute frown from him. “Only so you can get more presents.”
So?
Terrence thought that was a great plan right up until our patience had run out and we’d given him a nudge too.
Hmm.
“I need more outfits for my bear.” I shrugged like there was nothing I could do about it. “And I need more toys. I just figured out what I was, so I only have a few.”
It was a work in progress, but I wasn’t going too fast on that because I wanted Bastian to help me figure out what kind of little I was. I’d been kind of startled when I’d realized there were a lot of different types.
“And chocolate is always better when I don’t have to buy it myself.”
Bastian knew that so he didn’t bother arguing with me as he sighed again. “This is ridiculous.”
Pretending to misunderstand, I frowned. “My Daddy is going to like that I’m little, so that’s okay. You don’t have to understand about bottles and diapers or spankings and cuddles. You just have to flirt a bit and I’ll be patient about the other stuff until my Secret Santa Daddy finally shows himself and I can get to be cute and naughty with him.”
Okay, maybe that was a bit manipulative but I liked the way he was looking sweet and worried again. “There’s nothing wrongwith figuring out who you are and what you need out of a relationship…it was just…everything else that’s hard to process.”
I did my best to look confused. “My family? You’re good at dealing with them and I’m sure you can play pretend just fine. You don’t mind kissing me, right? I promise not to make it weird by doing something like sitting on your lap and wiggling.”
Now he was going to spend half the night picturing me on his lap and wiggling.
I even swung my hips side to side just a tiny bit. “I’ll be very grown-up and appropriate. I’ll even let you lead the intimacy and flirting kind of stuff so you feel in control. Don’t worry. I won’t be picturing you as my Daddy, so it won’t be weird.”
White lies were important in relationships…Terrence had been very sure about that when he’d been telling his friend. They really didn’t come naturally to me, but he was positive they were important, so I’d been practicing.
“I know…” His voice trailed off as he watched me closer like his brain was processing again. “I know you won’t make it weird.”
I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to look more confident about that fact or not, luckily for me, though, he didn’t distract himself over something silly like wondering if I was telling the truth.
“Thank you for letting me be in control of the intimate side of things.” He was still thinking a bit too much, so I gave him my cute face again.
“I can answer questions you might have about anything like that, though. You know…the little and Daddy stuff…or even the spanking stuff because you seemed worried about that.” Beinghelpful shouldn’t be this devious, but it was somehow. “I’ve been doing a lot of research.”
“I…” Bastian paused, studying me again and looking a bit too serious. “I think I should tell you that I’m familiar with that stuff already, so I won’t need to ask questions unless they pertain to you specifically.”
Oh.
“That’s great.” I hadn’t expected him to confess that until we’d actually gone out on a date. “Then I can practice explaining my limits to you. I’ve never had to do that because most guys just keep pushing until I walk away. Having someone listen the first time is going to be fun.”
Women weren’t always better but it was generally easier to walk away from them when they got weird and pushy.
