Page 33 of Not the Punk

“Then, we’re going to try and make it work?” I couldn’t help recalling what Kay said about all of it, especially the part about communicating. “If I’m a Little or not? I know I’ve called you Daddy, and I’m okay with that, but I don’t think I’m exactly a Little. But who knows, I’m new to all of it. I can say that I want to figure out what all of this looks like with you.”

Colten brought my hand to his chest and placed it over his heart. “I’ve always assumed I’d end up with a Little. I’m sure you got that from our conversation last Christmas. But I’m realizing that there are more important things in a relationship and in life. I like taking care of people. That’s the bottom line. I get bossy and—”

“Daddy-boss.” I couldn’t help smirking at him.

“I admit, when you call me Daddy, I like it a lot, you know? I’d like to keep that going, but defining yourself takes time. You don’t have to rush it. I’ll still be here no matter what.”

“I like it too. I’ve been alone for a long time. And after I broke up with that dick Trent, he started stalking me. Well, sending messages and calling all the time. I changed my phone number over and over. I blocked his account…anyway, he makes it very fucking hard to trust people.”

“When was that?”

“Like four or five years ago.”

“Whoa.”

“I know. I’ve even moved. Twice. But I hoped moving to Miami would make it harder for him. Guess I underestimated him. He’s cray-cray for real.”

“At least you have that restraining order now. If and when he gets out, we have immediate protections available.”

Thinking about all of that left me feeling hollow, so I jumped down and stepped between Colten’s legs, leaning into him. He immediately wrapped me up in those strong arms and hugged me to him. “Let’s not think about all that right now, Daddy. I’m too tired.”

“Okay, sweet rocker.” He kissed the top of my head, which was a habit of his I was quickly becoming fond of. “Let’s order some food and make it an early night.”

“Sounds good.” I sorted through the menus again and found something we both could agree on from a local Mediterranean place. On top of our entrees, we ordered fresh pita bread and hummus. They also had a brunch menu, so Daddy Colten placed an advance order for the next morning. They didn’t open until ten, but it would be a nice late breakfast, and I was betting we’d be sleeping in anyway.

Then we sat in the small living room. It wasn’t big enough for a full-sized couch, but his smaller loveseat was perfect for us. We snuggled while we waited for food, and he put on the first episode of Reacher, since I hadn’t had a chance to watch it yet. “It’s pretty cool, and if you like it, we can binge it.”

“Sounds great.” I expected it to play in the background while we made out or ate, but it sucked me in right away, and I found I was enjoying it. We only stopped watching when the food arrived and then continued on after until I was falling asleep.

“I’m calling it. Bedtime. Would you like tubby time or a quick shower before bed?”

“Shower.” A bath would relax me even more, and I’d fall asleep before I could get my big, bossy Daddy inside me. I was not having that.

He led the way to the shower, started the water, and found a towel for me. “It’s not big enough for both of us. Trust me, I barely fit.”

I snorted, taking in the tiny shower. The spray of water would hit his chest or shoulders, and he’d need to duck down to wash his hair. Thankfully, I was shorter and could manage. Afterward, he wrapped me up in big fluffy towels and walked me to his room where the bed was already turned down. “Climb in, I’ll wash off and be back in a minute.”

“Take your time, I’m not going to fall asleep on you.”

“What should we do if you do?”

My eyes went wide. “Like what? A punishment?” We hadn’t done anything kinky yet. Did I want to? According to my cock, which was standing up and taking notice, the answer was yes.

“If you want. Hmm…what about a spanking? Do you like playing like that? Or I could think of something else.”

Thinking of him spanking me before fucking me made my poor dick even harder. “I like that one. But would like to hear about some of your other ideas later.”

“Mm…see? We’re more compatible than you think.” He gave me a sexy leer. “Now get in bed, and don’t touch yourself either.” He stepped forward and grabbed my cock beneath the towel. “This is mine now. Got it?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I was really starting to like it when he got all bossy on me.

“We’ll also talk more about likes and dislikes and get some ground rules down, so we know where we are in this. Communication is key, so don’t ever be afraid to tell me to stop or that you don’t like something. That’s totally okay if you don’t want something.”

“I understand but same goes for you too.”

“Deal.” He gave me a quick peck on the lips, then dashed off to the showers, leaving me to climb into the massive bed. It was probably too big for the space, leaving little room to walk around, but I could see why he squeezed it in here. Daddy was a big man and needed a big bed. The sheets were so soft that I could see where he prioritized splurging. I made a mental note to change out my queen-sized back home for a big king like this one.

Soon, he came back into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. He pulled the curtains closed over the windows, and when he turned to face me, he dropped his towel, showing me every bit of his gorgeous body, from his thick shoulders, solid chest, and six-pack abs to that sweet V that pointed south. His cock was standing at attention, bobbing around as if it were welcoming me to his room. “I see you’re still awake.”