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And someone needed to tell Austin about all the naughty ways people had manipulated party games. I had a feeling that he’d love to do something with that idea at the club. With the way his mind worked, he’d come up with even more fascinating options.
My ridiculous response got another sigh from Charlie. “They do.”
Not being able to laugh or smile was killing me, but I wasn’t sure when or how to change up the tormenting fun. We were at the point where he was either going to have to ask about it or I’d need to find a way to shift us into a scene…maybe punishing him for flirting with the waiter?
Asking him if he wanted to test out the new toys would be too easy but I hadn’t planned the game out well enough.
More strategy would need to be employed next time but I was doing fairly well for slightly last-minute fuckery.
“Here we are.” I wasn’t sure if I was grateful or not that I lived so close to the restaurant but it hadn’t taken much time at all to get back to my place.
Charlie leaned forward and stared at the house as we pulled up in the driveway and into the garage. “It’s an Austin-sized house.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “No, but I’ll admit to it being a bit big for one person.”
As I parked the car and turned it off, his brain finally shifted gears away from pouting and thoughts about being tortured. “I bet you have space for a big playroom.”
Laughing, I nodded. “I do.”
Both the grown-up kind and the innocent kind.
“I don’t have nearly enough toys or fun things for my cute little boy, though.” Giving him a teasing frown, I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “How about you help me pick out the perfect place to make a playroom?”
As he nodded, I grinned wickedly. “It’s got to be so good Austin gets very jealous.”
Charlie laughed and shook his head. “Naughty Daddy.”
Just a bit.
“Me?” Looking dramatically offended, I huffed and hit the button to close the garage door as I climbed out of the car. “Never.”
Charlie was still giggling and bouncing as I came around to help him out, but he was still grown-up enough to throw himself at me and offer his lips up for a kiss. “I get a room?”
Ah.
Giving him a smacky kiss before hugging him tightly and then going back for a softer one, I nodded. “Yes, sweetheart.”
That was a given and I didn’t want him to question it. “We’re going to make sure you have a space here where your little side feels happy and safe. Maybe we make another fort or a tent but we’ll have a safe place for little Charlie so we can come play over here any time you want.”
It was way too early to even think about asking him to move in or anything like that, but it was never too early to make sure he felt welcomed. Yep, I was just making sure he felt safe and wanted. That was very logical and probably made me a thoughtful Daddy.
“I saw tents that turned a bed into a fort, Daddy.” Wiggling against me, he kissed my cheek. “I’ll show you.”
“I can’t wait but we need to make sure Daddy fits in the bed tent too.” That got a giggle from the smiling boy as he seemed to be remembering me climbing out of the fort.
“Yes, Daddy.” As he nodded, he wiggled against me excitedly. “And if we can’t find something online that fits, Austin knows someone who sews all kinds of special things.”
Like little clothes special or like lingerie kind of special?
Asking would probably get me an answer I didn’t want to hear, so I nodded and gave him one last kiss before inching back and taking his hand. “That sounds like a great idea. As long as we find the fabric and a frame, we should be able to get someone to sew it.”
Taking his hand and shutting the door, I thought about the idea as I led us into the house. “That can’t even be a request that would surprise someone who was completely outside of the BDSM lifestyle. A lot of rich people probably get special things like that made for their kids.”
Austin would know those kinds of people too.
Charlie giggled as we headed through what was really a rear foyer and into the kitchen. “A lot of rich people have really big coat closets too.”
“Is that what that room’s supposed to be?” Frowning, I looked back toward the odd space. “Then why is there a chandelier?”
