Page 19 of Spencer's Satisfaction
“So…you don’t sleep with them?” she asks bluntly.
I blink. Honestly, the question probably shouldn’t surprise me because most people associate BDSM and kink with sex, but it does.
“No,” I answer slowly, once again measuring my words, “for me and my friends, the age regression isn’t directly linked to sex. I mean, some of them might be into some kinky Daddy bedroom behavior, but it’s not the dressing like toddlers or whatever that is getting them off. I can’t speak for everyone who ever indulges in age play, but in my world it’s about connection, support, and escapism first and foremost.” I glance towards the still-open doorway, almost amazed that we’ve been able to talk for so long without Tony discovering us like I suspect she feared he might.
But then I catch sight of him just inside the living room, leaning against a wall, listening intently.
I, at least, have nothing to hide, so I smile at him. “Hi, sweetheart,” I greet him, only a little tentative, unsure of the reception I’m likely to get.
“What if I’m not willing to try it?” he asks, forgoing any greeting. “What if I just want to be in a…a…normal,” he makes a face at the word as he says it, and I wonder if he’s also been doing some research, or if he is, like Tanya said, just that sensitive, “relationship?”
“Then that’s totally okay, too,” I answer honestly. I step inside properly, refraining from reaching for him, no matter how badly I want to pull him in for a hug. Instead, after unceremoniously palming off the bottle of wine to his sister, I stop in front of him and look him in the eye. “I’d like to date you, Tony. Exclusively and at your pace. You get to decide what -if anything- we do, romantically speaking.”
His dark brown eyes flicker between mine and I get the impression he’s weighing the truth in my declaration. I wait patiently, and I’m rewarded when his lips twitch into a small, but genuine smile. “Okay.”
This time, I give in to the urge to hug him. He practically melts into my arms, smushing his cheek into my chest. Tanya gives us our space, motioning that we’ll be able to find her in the kitchen I can spy just down the short hallway.
“I…Iamcurious about the, um, the age play stuff,” he murmurs after a while.
“We’ll take it slow,” I reiterate, pressing a kiss to the top of his soft, dark hair. “I want to sit down talk everything through properly. We have to be on the same page from the start. Will you be more comfortable if your sister’s around for that?”
“Oh, God,no,” Tony’s reaction is immediate, and I can feel him physically recoil in my embrace. After a moment, he seems to press his face even harder into my shirt. “It was embarrassing enough telling her…you know.”
I don’t know.
“About my Daddy kink?”
He shakes his head and his voice is muffled when he extrapolates, “That I’m a virgin.”
“She didn’t know?”
Heaving a sigh, Tony explains, “I was…upset this morning. I thought…I thought I’d blown my chance with you. And then she asked me what was wrong, and it all just came spilling out.”
Whether he knows it or not, he’ssucha Little. I struggle not to smile.
“And then she called you and, well, here you are.” He finally pulls back from the hug and shrugs, his cheeks flushed that adorable shade of pink again. “I’ve sort of avoided her for most of the day. I know she already thought I was strange for not going out or making friends, but…”
“You’re notweirdorfreakishorstrangeor anything of the sort,” I insist. “Not for being shy or introverted or keeping to yourself, and certainly not for never having had sex. Do you understand me?”
I watch his Adam’s apple bob and his blush deepen as his lips part into a tiny ‘o’ of surprise. “Y-” he clears his throat, “yes. I understand.”
I grin at him and cup his cheek. “Good boy.”
Chapter Eight – Tony
Imight have been understating my interest when I told Spencer I was curious about exploring age play. After Tanya’s meddlesome (but ultimately helpful) phone call this morning, I locked myself in my room, re-downloaded my Audible library, and started to properly Google age regression.
I’m not sure that I’m completely sold on diapers and pacifiers, but I have to admit that some of the other stuff I read about sounded fun. Letting Daddy make my decisions for me, cook for me and bathe me, cuddle me and read me stories (something I already know Spencer is a master at!) and treat me like I’m precious to him sounds…like a dream, really. Playing with toys and being silly and free sounds like the ultimate goal in relaxation.
And then hearing Spencer’s firm Daddy voice in action seals the deal. Being called a good boy is the cherry on top. It’s all I can do to try and keep my growing erection my own little secret until Tanya calls us in for dinner.
As we eat, Tanya questions Spencer lightly about easier topics. His job, his family, his hobbies outside of BDSM… and he handles her gentle interrogation well. I barely notice that he is pouring me extra water or adding extra salad and veggies to my plate, and when I finally do, he is utterly unapologetic about it. I find that I can’t be annoyed. In fact, I kind of like that he was subtly taking care of me already. It didn’t feel like I was being babied. Not really.
Nearing the end of the meal, Tanya makes some excuse about having plans to meet up with Braeden, her current boyfriend. She ushers us into the living room after tossing the plates into the old but functional dishwasher, shoots me a wink and a thumbs up, and waltzes out of the apartment, leaving me alone with Spencer.
“Well, I assume that means I have her approval?” he teases lightly.
I stare at the door, a little flabbergasted at her hasty departure. “Uh…I guess?” Then his words penetrate my brain and I give myself a shake, turning back to frown at him. “Not that we need it. I’m almost thirty.” Even if my meltdown this morning would suggest otherwise.
