Page 11 of Santa’s Little Faker
Bastian frowned again. “Yes, we’re going to practice talking about limits and what a healthy relationship looks like…in BDSM and with regular dates.”
I shrugged. “I’m not going to date regular people any longer. I’m going to date my Daddy. Regular dating has not worked out like anyone told me it would, so I’m just not going to do it.”
Terrence made it clear I could be stubborn about that kind of stuff, so I was going to take a page from his book and be slightly unreasonable.
Besides, Bastian would like that once he got to be my Daddy.
His gaze flicked over to my flowers for just a second. “You’re just going to date your Secret Santa?”
“As long as that works out, yes.” I wasn’t stupid…Bastian might just be unreasonably stubborn and might have to moveto Mars to escape my family when they realized he wouldn’t date me. That was okay, though. He worked from home, so it wouldn’t be too hard for him to move. “But even if it doesn’t, I’m going to find a Daddy who will help me explore being little and getting spankings and taking control of bedroom things.”
I really didn’t like having to be the one in charge of that all the time when it came to women…there was too much mindreading involved with that…and regular guys made stupid decisions when I let them be in charge.
So I was going to find myself a Daddy.
No more having to look confident when I was confused.
No more remembering all the stuff everyone thought was manly.
No more trying to be gruff and confident because women thought that was sexy.
Having a Daddy was going to be amazing.
Bastian swallowed hard but did his best to sound relaxed. “Still going back to that spanking part, huh?”
“Yep.” I’d seen enough online to know that a lot of subs liked those. “I’ve got a list of things to try, but I’m going to wait for my Daddy because the subs online said that he’d really like being my first.”
And judging by the way Bastian quietly groaned, they were right.
I was really starting to appreciate how reliable the information I’d found online had been and I really wished I’d done more exploring when I’d first started dating. But that couldn’t be helped, so I was going to make up for it now.
“What do you think?” Bastian just blinked at me like he wasn’t sure what I’d said. “Do you think my Daddy is going to like being the first to spank me and put me in a diaper? What about being the first to fuck me?”
Too much?
Nope.
He managed to catch his hand before it got to his dick, but every man knew that arm jerk.
This was going to be easier than I’d expected.
Chapter 4
Bastian
This was so much harder than I’d expected…and not turning out at all like I’d thought our conversation would go.
I’d just been planning on interrogating him so I knew he was safe, and somehow, it’d turned into chaos. I was pretty sure it was his family’s fault with their ridiculous behavior, but I’d completely lost track of how to make sure we blamed it on them.
Orlando was watching me expectantly and it took several moments too long to realize he’d asked me a question.
An inappropriate one?
Maybe?
I’d told him I was a Dom.
For fuck’s sake…had I done this to myself?
