Page 37 of Spencer's Satisfaction
“It doesn’t gross you out? That I don’t even know it’s happening? Like, I can’t even warn you, I just…” he makes a vague gesture with his fingers, adding a weak hissing sound for emphasis, and it’s all I can do to keep a straight face.
Frank looks up at him like he’s gone crazy and then meows in protest of his pets having been halted.
“No, it doesn’t gross me out,” I chuckle, losing the battle against my amusement. “And Iwantto see you lose yourself in how little you get, in whatever way you need to achieve that. To be honest, the fact that you were able to sink that deeply into little space on your own is impressive. Knowing that it makes you feel good and alleviates your stress makes it even better. It’s kind of my job as a Daddy to make your life easier, whether you’re little or big. I want to take care of you in every way you’ll let me.”
His eyes take on a suspiciously moist sheen that reminds me not many people have ever made the promise to look after him before, and I make a vow to myself to do whatever I can to make this whole experience good for him.
“About that…” he eventually says, biting his lip again and cocking his head. “The other night. When you, um, when we…”
“Had phone sex?”
Tony’s cheeks are adorably pink again and he nods, swallowing roughly. “Yeah. That.” Clearing his throat, he forges on, surprising me by asking, “Was it too much for you?”
I’m thoroughly confused. “Too much for me?”
“It’s just that, uh, I mean, I know you knew I was big, but the stuff you said.Thecominginmydiaperthing,” he breathes out in a rush, “it wasn’t too close to sex in Little space for you?”
“Oh,” I pause to really think about it. I’d been caught up in the moment and it was phone sex. It wasn’t in person, and I was excited beyond words that he was not only exploring age play, but enjoying it. And he’d been in his adult headspace as I’d spoken to him.
But, yeah, I can see where he’s coming from. I appreciate him checking in with me. This give and take is new for me, and I wonder if this is more like what Charlie and Ash share.
Smiling at that thought, I finally answer him, “Not at all. I promise. I enjoyed everything we said and did over the phone, Tony.”
He visibly relaxes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I press a kiss to his forehead. “But thank you for double checking. It means a lot to me.”
And it just makes me even more determined to do everything right by him in return.
* * *
“You are ridiculously smitten, aren’t you?”
The question comes from my friend London on our weekly run. Josh is running ahead of us on the sidewalk at a faster pace, his footfalls barely echoing with how much distance is between us.
London is shorter than me, but bulky. His stocky, strong body comes from his years spent as a landscaper, laboring in a physical job day in and day out. Josh’s more toned, muscular figure comes from a ridiculously dedicated gym regime. I feel lanky and ridiculous when I run with these men, but I need the exercise and I enjoy the socialization. Sometimes Matt joins us, other times it’s Ted or Charlie. Today, though, it’s just the three of us.
“Yeah,” I pant my response, not even bothering to hide my growing feelings for my boyfriend. My feet slap the pavement as I add, “I can’t remember the last time I felt like this. Maybe the early days with Emma?”
Since I’ve started dating Tony, her name doesn’t inspire the same bitterness in me anymore. I don’t need a psychology degree to tell me what that means.
London never met Emma, considering she and I were broken up long before he met Matt, but he’s heard stories -from me and from the other guys- so the half smile he shoots me is soft with understanding. “That’s a good sign, Spence.”
“It is,” I agree.
We trot side by side in silence for a bit, and I let my thoughts drift to the topic of our conversation.
Tony is kind of perfect for me, even though he doesn’t seem to realize it himself. Our time spent together is always soeasy. He enjoys me looking after him as much as I enjoy doing it. I’ve loved him calling me Daddy, even without the age play element, and his bravery to give it a go -to experiment with it even though he wasn’t sure to start with- makes me so unbelievably grateful and proud of him.
So proud, in fact, that I blurt, “We’re going to trial a couple of scenes this weekend.”
Okay, make that proud and excited.
London’s pace falters and he swivels his head to face me so quickly I worry that he’s given himself whiplash. “Really?” Relatively new to the lifestyle himself, London’s the most likely to relate to Tony, despite him being a Daddy where Tony’s a Little. “He’s okay with that?”
I frown. “I wouldn’t ever force him to do anything he wasn’t okay with.” I resent the implication, and I honestly thought London knew me better than that. None of the Daddies in our group would ever cross those lines.
“No, I know. But from what Chance said about him-”
