Page 25 of A Daddy to Love

He’d already begun pulling at his tie. “Thank you.”

I came back from the coat closet to see him pulling the tie over his head and draping it next to Pinkster. I came around the couch and sat, patting the cushion next to me. He sat and looked around.

“It smells good in here.”

“I have a fire going in the woodstove.”

“Mmm. And it’s cozy.” He glanced at me. “I feel like I can breathe again.”

“Stressful night?”

He looked away. “Yeah.”

Instinct told me to be careful. It wasn’t my imagination; he definitely had secrets. “Well, now you can relax. No stress here.”

He leaned back, so pretty in purple and black. My heart pumped harder.

“It’s quiet, too.”

“My neighbors on both sides are seniors. Not very noisy. They’re asleep by now.”

His body jerked. “It’s so late. I know you said you stay out late on the weekends, but when you don’t you’re probably asleep by this time.”

“Sure. Sometimes. What about you, baby? You have a bedtime?”

He rubbed his cheek against his shoulder. “Not really.”

“No? Never?”

He shook his head.

“You need a daddy to tell you when to go to bed, then.”

A shiver of a smile showed. His lashes brushed against the tops of his cheeks. “Maybe.”

“Perfect. I need a boy to care about. We’re on the same page.”

His face scrunched up. “Is this for real?”

I put my arm across his shoulders, barely touching. “I hope so.”

“But you’re you. And I’m me.”

“Perfect,” I repeated.

“I can’t believe it. Everyone else⁠—”

“Forget about everyone else,” I interrupted. “I invited you here. I want you to be sitting next to me. Maybe you don’t trust me yet, but will you let me try to earn it?”

He pressed his lips tight, then opened his eyes and looked directly into mine. “Yes, Daddy.”

Blood pooled in my groin. My balls went tight. I loved it. I could feel that all night and be content. There was no rush. Usually, my partners worked fast. They wanted everything and didn’t want to hold onto any of it. I loved that, too. Especially in kink scenes. This felt less like a scene and more like natural progression. Not a play. Not roles, although daddy and boy were definitely roles. But this was more who we were, not what.

The kink part of my life had left me with deep emotions, things I began to understand and things I never understood. It was a great platform for personal exploration. I couldn’t help but ponder it over the years. Sometimes scenes got old. But tonight it all felt new. Fresh. Exciting.

All my thoughts cascaded in a matter of seconds as Kairo stared at me. Then his beautiful voice re-confirmed that what I wanted could be possible.

“I want to try. So bad, Daddy. I want to.”