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My cock plumps back up, finding the sight erotic even while my brain struggles to understand why I’m not freaking out more over this age-play thing.
Maybe Anson was right: maybe my inherent desire to take care of people extends to…Daddying? Is that even a word?
I swallow roughly as Bear moans, pressing his stuffie harder against his crotch, his fingers tightening in the fur.
Why is that so fucking hot?
He makes another plaintive sound and I decide it’s unfair to watch him when he obviously doesn’t know I’m here, so I clear my throat.
Baron freezes and his eyes fling open. His cheeks turn bright red, and he looks at me guiltily.
“I…” he starts, then stops and bites his lip.
The part of me which had planned on apologizing and leaving is silent. Instead, I’m ridiculously horny and genuinely curious. Cocking my head, I ask, “What were you doing, Baby Bear?”
His chest rises and falls, and he swallows audibly. “Playing?”
“Playing?” I repeat with an amused chuckle, inching closer to the bed. “Do you play with your stuffies like that a lot?”
Back to chewing his bottom lip, Baron looks down at his lap and nods.
“I see.”
“I wanted to wait for you, Daddy,” he blurts, seemingly surprising himself as much as he surprises me. “But then I started thinking about how good you made me feel in the bath and when you fixed my ouchies…and my penis gotreallyhard.”
It’s so cute the way he says “penis” instead of “cock” or “dick.” I don’t know why, but it is. Struggling to keep a straight face, I try to channel some semblance of Daddy energy. “So instead of waiting for Daddy, you started without me, even though I promised we would talk about how excited we both felt?”
His eyes widen and his jaw goes slack. “I didn’t mean to be naughty, Daddy. I promise. I’m really a good boy.”
Well, fuck.
Why doesthatgo straight to my dick, too? Maybe there is something to this kink…no…this lifestyle. And it is, apparently, a lifestyle. One glance around Baron’s room in combination with his consistently childlike personality confirms that it’s really not just about kink for him. Heisa Little.
Could I be a Daddy?
Do I want to be?
My heart thuds rapidly, but not from fear or distaste. It’s from excitement. Nevertheless, I have to come clean with him. If I’m going to try this, Baron has to understand that I’ve got no idea what I’m doing.
His gaze follows me as I walk over to sit beside him on the bed, the mattress dipping under my added weight. I take his hand in mine, smoothing my thumb over his knuckles. “I have to be honest with you, Baron,” I tell him, and his open expression turns guarded. I force myself to continue. “I, uh, I got my wires crossed last night, and again earlier tonight,” I admit. “I didn’t realize that you meant you were after aDaddyDaddy.” He tenses, but he doesn’t pull away. I sigh and explain, “I thought…I thought you were just, y’know, calling me Daddy. Like…light kink?”
“Oh…” His face flushes and now he does tug his hand out of mine, gripping the tiger in his lap for comfort as he looks down, dejection and embarrassment written all over him. “I’m sorry. I thought because you’re best friends with Anson…”
“I know.” I’m not going to tell him I had no clue about my best friend’s kinky side. To be honest, I still don’t know anything about it, only that he’s been visiting a kink club. “But, Bear, I want to try. If you’ll have me.”
I’m afraid he’s going to give himself whiplash with the way his head snaps back up. “What?”
Smiling softly, I reach for his hand again and he grips mine tightly in response, as if he’s afraid I’ll otherwise disappear. “Iwant to be your Daddy. Well, I want to try. I don’t have any experience with this stuff, and I’ll probably fuck it up, but…I feel a connection between us, and the thought of walking away just because I’ve never done anything like this before tears me up inside.”
“I don’t have any experience either, Vince,” Baron tells me seriously. “I’ve never had a boyfriend or a Daddy. I’ve been on dates before, and I’ve kissed before, but that’s it. So this is all new to me, too. And” —his plump, pink lips curl into an adorable smile— “you’re not gonna mess it up. You’ve been Daddying me all night. You wrapped me in your big arms and cuddled me while I was scared and sad. You buckled my seat belt, you fed me cookies, you gave me a bath, you kissed my boo-boos,andyou dressed me. You’re everything I want in a Daddy. We can learn the rest together.”
Chapter Eight
It’s a long, agonizing few seconds which feel like they’re stretching into eternity before Vince smiles back at me and squeezes my hand. “I’d like to explore this together,” he says.
My heart feels fit to burst.
I squeal and toss Sir Roars-A-Lot aside, straddling Vince’s lap so I can wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips to his in impulsive celebration.
