Page 30 of A Daddy to Love

How long could I keep him? Like most of my experiences, would the aspect of my popularity that everyone seemed to love grow old fast?

Kairo was so fresh and pure. So young. He couldn’t know what he wanted in life yet. He had just started out experimenting and that might be bad news for my heart.

When the shadows of dawn began to decorate my room, Kairo’s eyes opened. He stared up at me in confusion until he seemed to remember where he was. He snuggled close, whispering, “Daddy?”

“Yes. I’m here.”

“Is it morning already?”

“Just about. You can go back to sleep if you want.”

He wiggled. “Oh! I’m naked.”

I chuckled. “Yep.”

“Last night was—was—” He gulped. “I can’t find words.”

“Me, either.”

His eyebrows pushed together. “But you didn’t⁠—”

I kissed his forehead. “Is come the word you’re looking for?”

He nodded.

“Baby, I am the king of edging myself. I love to wait until just the right moment.”

“What’s edging?”

“When a person brings himself to the edge of orgasm and then delays it. It’s a kink and some will ask for it. To be stimulated over and over but never allowed to come.”

“That sounds like torture.”

“Torture of the most pleasing and awful and awesome kind.”

“Hmm. But I wanted you to have as good of a time as I did. I never had anything like that before, Daddy.”

“Never?”

He shook his head against my upper arm, reaching out across my chest to grab a handhold on my shirt.

“Baby, are you a virgin?” I had suspected but a delightful, giddy sensation took me.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No. Not at all.”

“Then yes to the virgin thing. But I’m 24. That’s embarrassing to admit.”

“Why? Not everyone is the same.”

He pouted. “Everyone is, though. Usually about something like that.”

“Where did you get that idea?”

“Around.”

“The only difference for you is that now that you've told me I can understand you better. So I can take care of you better. Your mind, your body, your needs.”