Page 39 of A Daddy to Love

I didn’t know, but I focused more on our daddy/little relationship. I let him do the things we both wanted, like baths and snuggles and him feeding me by hand, sometimes with his fingers going into my mouth. He would sit at the table with me where I colored and drew. He watched cartoons with me. We dozed in each other’s arms by the fire. He even served me animal-shaped chicken nuggets which I had never had. I learned they came in a box from the freezer.

I felt like I’d half moved in. But every day, I went home. He had work and I had things to do, too. For me it was always something to sign off on or pay. Despite managers and lawyers, there were still meetings for the main corporation, plus I wanted to check in with Sorel. He wasn’t my keeper, but he kept the household in perfect running order. I’d known him all my life. It would have been rude of me to just take off without a word.

Then finally, one day, Daddy said, “Let’s make some plans to go to the club.”

I got so excited I jumped around the room waving my arms. “Daddy, yes!” Then a slight sense of panic enveloped me. “But—but what should I wear?”

“Whatever you like. There’s no real dress code.”

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Truce

We made plans go to Kings and Queens on Saturday. I could tell Kairo was happy but also nervous. He kept saying, “But what should I wear?”

He made me show him my outfits, my leather, my whips and even nastier toys. He went white when he saw all the butt plugs I’d collected over the years. “Will I have to wear one?”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Don’t laugh, Daddy. I don’t know about these things.”

“You are free to wear what you want to wear,” I assured him. “And no one’s going to make you use one of those toys unless you ask.”

“Well, I might ask. But not my first time, okay?”

I laughed again. “Okay.”

He was the sweetest boy and lover I’d ever had. I’d had no idea he was a virgin when we first met. Sure, he’d been shy, but when he was in super little mode that innocence and purity came as part of that deal. Or so I thought. I hadn’t known it was literal.

I hadn’t yet brought up the subject of anal and he didn’t ask. That told me he wasn’t ready yet. In truth, some guys never were. Something I had learned early in life was to make sure there was room for compromise. There were very few deal-breakers for me when it came to sex with someone I cared about. When it came to making love.

The sweetest thing a little could ever say to me was, “Teach me.” That had my attention front and center. And my body’s attention, as well. It meant Kairo was open-minded. Any new-guy barriers between us were lowering more every day.

I dressed for the night in my leather chaps with the removeable ass covers. On the front, the easy-open fly was framed by metal studs to match the ones on my knee-high boots. I was partial to vests of any kind. I decided on a my leather one that laced at the tops of my shoulders. Beneath it I wore my favorite harness with silver grommets.

For a long time, I stared at my various headgear. Some covered the entire head. Others were hoods attached to masks with holes for the eyes. I picked one out and put it on. It was a leather cap with an eye mask that looked the least intimidating. I liked the look.

I was ready early, nervously looking out my window to see if Kairo had arrived. Kairo got me all jittery. In a good way.

When he drove up, parking in my driveway so as not to block my car, I opened the front door.

He got out of his car smiling, his mouth opening to see all the leather. “Wow.” He slammed his car door. “You look—hot.”

I gave him a half-smile in return but could not quite hold back my own disappointment. He was dressed in loose trousers, a white shirt and a black blazer. Of course he looked exceedingly handsome, but none of his little self showed at all except the alien he held in the crook of his arm. At least it was the squishy I’d given him and not a different toy, which made me feel a bit more at ease.

As he walked up my porch steps, I said, “Now, baby, tell the truth. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sure.” He stumbled forward and threw his arms around me. “You’ll be with me the whole time so I’ll be safe and happy.”

“Promise me you’ll tell me if you don’t like the club and we’ll leave.”

“I think I might like it but I promise.”

But looking at him, I wasn’t sure. He didn’t have color on today, and only a tiny bit of eyeshadow and mascara along with pretty pink lip gloss. While he didn’t always wear makeup, in my opinion with this outfit he’d downplayed himself.

Body language was my thing as a Dom, but maybe I was looking too hard for messages.

We stood in the doorway, ready to go.