Page 37 of Magic and Mayhem

“You’re not going to be the one dealing with it, so stop worrying. You keep looking at it like it’s going to explode.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“It doesn’t explode but it does end up chewy or smelling funny.” There was so much that could go wrong with cooking meat. “I wished I liked it raw better.”

That would be so much easier.

“Not gonna ask. Not gonna ask.” As Daddy whispered to himself and shook his head, I picked up all the different kinds of chocolate I bought for our goodies and took my pile to the pantry. “We’re going to make a plan for when I’m coming over to cook for you and then we’ll figure out leftovers and things like that for you to heat up when I’m not here. It’s going to be easy. Just a minute or two in the microwave and you’ll have a hot meal anytime you want.”

Daddy was going to make sure I was fed good.

“Thank you, Daddy.” He was amazing…and he even wanted pancakes for dinner. “But if you came over every night, you won’t have to worry about me using the microwave.”

No explosions here.

Daddy laughed. “I can’t decide if you’re messing with me to make sure I’m here every night or if there’s a problem with you using the microwave.”

Hmm, I probably didn’t want to end up not being able to use it just in case I made him worry.

“The first one, Daddy.” My honest answer made him grin and shake his head like I was cute. “I like having you around and I like using the microwave.”

And if he kept leaving to go to his other house, was I really keeping him?

Yep, hoard stuff had to stay in this house.

“I can’t decide if I should thank you for being honest or tell you we can’t go too fast.” Daddy raised one eyebrow, pretending to be serious.

“The first one, Daddy.” He always put the right answer first. That was going to be very helpful. “Honesty is important in special relationships.”

Like between Daddies and their littles, and humans and their dragons, and in BDSM relationships.

No spanking without trust first.

I’d promised my mother.

“That is very true.” Daddy closed the fridge and kissed my cheek as he walked past me to help empty the rest of the never-ending bags. “And that is a good way to shift the conversation away from things you want me to avoid.”

Like him not staying with me every night.

I’d done my thinking like he’d said, so now that was all done, right?

“What did you want to talk about next, Daddy?” He hadn’t exactly asked me a question, so I wasn’t being naughty. “Ways to communicate?”

He laughed as he took boxes of noodles into the pantry. “Partly. I wanted to talk to you about your limits on BDSM to see what else you like outside of age play.”

Oh, that was much more fun than making Daddy worry.

“I liked it when you pinched my nipples and held me tight and pinned my arms back and you made me come and—” What else?

As my mind went blank, Daddy laughed and pinned me against the cabinets, looking very pleased with himself and distracting me even more. “So you liked everything we did together last night?”

Nodding, I gave him a tiny pout. “But I didn’t like theyou leavingpart, Daddy.”

He scrunched his face up and shook his head. “No making me feel guilty about being a good Dom. You were too tired to think clearly at that point, so it meant that you couldn’t give consent. It was also our first date and I didn’t know your limits.”

Aww, I didn’t want logic.

“But now you know my limits and you know my consent and you know I like being cuddled by my Daddy and I don’t mind being naked with my Daddy.” If I was going to keep him, he had to move past that one.

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