Page 30 of Tattoos and Tiaras
“Won’t the food get cold?”
“It will be fine for a minute. I'm more worried about your reaction just before.”
I slumped my shoulders and looked at my feet. “Oh.” The soft, carefree feelings from my middle space were evaporating. I didn’t like feeling like this, like I had let Daddy down, no, Perry, I shouldn’t fall into the trap of thinking Perry was going to be my daddy. The illusion was nice for a little while, but I knew he’d grow tired of my shenanigans soon enough.
“Cullen, eyes up here now!” Perry's voice had a snap to it, a tone of a Master at his wit’s end, and I had to obey.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” I looked into his eyes and saw none of the disappointment I thought would be there; instead, I saw concern etched into his blue eyes.
“Why are you sorry?” Perry gently sat me down on the sofa and sat alongside me.
I looked up towards the ceiling, then back down at my hands. “I wanted to have the table set and downstairs tidy before you got back.”
Perry looked around the room, then back to me “Sweetheart, the table is clear, and the room is perfectly fine. I didn’t expect it to be perfect for me, I wanted you to be able to relax tonight.”
“I wanted it to be perfect. My brain kept screaming that if I was perfect, then you’d enjoy the time with me and not want to find another sub. It's crazy since we’ve only just gotten over calling each other names and being unpleasant to each other.” I smiled sadly. It really had been me who’d done most of that. Perry had dealt with it all with a bemused, good-natured smile.
Perry sucked in a breath, then reached out and touched my cheek, “You really believe that you’re that hard to be around?”
I blinked hard a few times. It wouldn't do for me to collapse in tears right now. “I do, I know what I’m like.”
Perry closed his eyes and gathered me against his chest. I was incapable of resisting. “Sweetheart, I will tell you this every day until you believe me. You are perfect the way you are. And those idiocrasies you think that will send me running? They won’t. Yes, I asked you to set the table, but my mistake was not realising you would need to tidy it up before you could do that. If there is any fault, it's mine.”
Perry tucked a finger under my chin, lifting it, so I met his eyes. “Now, would you like to continue? I was hoping we could have some dinner, then cuddle on the couch.”
He really wanted to continue. I nodded eagerly. I honestly didn’t want the night to end.
“Good, now give me a kiss and let’s get our dinner.”
I reached up to kiss Daddy, and he pulled me closer, slotting our mouths together and taking control as his lips slid against mine. He tasted faintly like mint, but that thought left my mind as his tongue slid languidly against mine. One of his handscupped my cheek, the other rested on the small of my back. I felt his fingers tracing patterns on my lower back as we kissed slowly, no hurry, just enjoying the moment.
Perry broke the kiss with several smaller pecks to my cheeks and forehead. “Do you feel a bit calmer?”
I did. The usual urge I had in these moments to push my partners or Dominants to try and take control didn’t exist, well, that wasn’t entirely true, it did, but in a playful way. Perry made me feel calm, content, but also like I didn’t have to hold on so tightly to everything, and he kissed like a fucking world champion.
“I feel good. Maybe a little foolish for ruining our night with my theatrics.”
“You did no such thing, Cullen, and besides, the night is still young.” Perry gave me a devilish wink and stood, and lifted me to my feet.
I eyed the bowl of salad suspiciously. “So if I have some salad with my fish and chips, I earn a reward?” I had slipped easily back into my middle space after we’d talked. I believed some of that was because of how easily Daddy accepted my middle side, and I didn’t feel the urge to hide it from him.
Daddy lifted his fork to his mouth, taking a big bite of his battered halibut. The moan he made went straight to my cock. Currently, anything Daddy did went straight to my cock, except maybe making me eat stupid salad.
“Well, for now, the reward could be a new comic or extra play time with your Game Boy, or it could be something sexual.” Perry took another bite, and smiled around his fork.
“It’s not a Game Boy, Daddy, it’s a Steam Deck. But rewards like that and sexy ones would work. I like sexy rewards.” I smirked, grabbing another chip to lay on my bread. It was nearly a perfect butty. I just needed more sauce. I grabbed the squeezy bottle and squirted a huge dollop on my chips. A large blob ended up on my shirt.
“Oops. I got sauce on my shirt.” I ran my finger through the sauce, then brought it up to my mouth, ignoring the look of horror on Daddy’s face.
“I’m almost tempted to tell you to take off your shirt and skirt, but I somehow think that would be playing into your hands.” Daddy gave me a wink, and I did an awful job of hiding my laugh.
“I have no idea what you mean.” I feigned innocence, taking a bite of my butty to try and stave off a burst of giggles.
“Oh, I’m sure, sweetheart.” My heart did that weird flutter thing when Perry called me that. I’d heard that endearment from Cal and Simon when they were talking to their boys, but I never expected to hear it used towards me. The smile I had must have looked ridiculous, but I couldn’t keep myself from doing it.
“Eat up and don’t forget the salad, then we can cuddle on the sofa and talk some more.”
I blew out a breath and looked over at the salad. I stabbed a piece of tomato and cucumber onto my fork. Maybe I was making a little bit of a show of it, but I really didn’t like salads. I mean, who had a salad with nice, greasy fish and chips?
