Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Joseph’s eyes got bigger and another shiver raced through him as his brain seemed to short-circuit.
“I…” He swallowed and glanced down at his plate. “I think I’m done with my meal.”
So we were on the same page?
“Would you like dessert?” I might’ve been fucking with him just a bit, but I honestly wanted to make sure I wasn’t rushing him.
“No.” His answer jumped out just as I finished asking the question. “I’m full. Not too full, though.”
Oh, the responses I could give to that.
But I was a polite Daddy, so I was going to behave…at least until I knew if he’d meant that to sound sex-related or not.
“Then I think we should head back to my place and continue our date.” Because the restaurant was wonderful but not the place for the type of romance I was sure we were both imagining.
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“Daddy?” Joseph’s voice was so quiet as I parked the car in front of the house that I started to wonder if he needed us to slow down.
“Yes, ketzel?” He’d been grown-up and flirty at the restaurant, but with that one word, I started to question where he was at.
The way he shifted in his seat didn’t help me guess either.
Was he worried or sliding into his little headspace?
“Is it…I mean…” He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like fuck before taking a deep breath and focusing on his lap so hard it was like he thought his legs were going to escape.
So, big?
“Is it okay that I call you Daddy when you’re not Daddy…I mean, you are Daddy but I’m not little?” He finally peeked over at me and shrugged. “I don’t know how to ask it any better. It’s ironic and frustrating.”
Probably because of the language thing.
I did my best not to even smile, but he was so cute when he got frustrated I just wanted to wrap him up in my arms.
But conversations first.
“I want to make sure I’m following your train of thought.” Because there were some gaps in the track. “You’re asking if it’s okay to call me Daddy when you’re not little but especially in more intimate situations?”
The way his cheeks immediately turned red said I was right, but I waited until he nodded.
“That title can have a lot of different meanings for people.” My ketzel was too worried still, so I released my seat belt and leaned over to kiss his neck. “But we’re very flexible people.”
He let out a soft moan and melted into the seat as I kissed right under his ear. “Sometimes it will be Daddy when you’re little and sometimes it will be Daddy when you’re begging to come.”
Nibbling on his lobe had a shiver racing through him and he made a needy sound as I licked around his ear. “Either way, I will love to hear it come out of your sweet lips.”
And I loved the sounds he was making now too.
“I…” Joseph tried to say something else, but the words were lost in another moan as I nibbled around his ear.
Bringing my hand up to his chest, I stroked over his shirt, focusing on his nipples as I continued to lavish his neck and ear with attention. “Do you remember last month when you were somewhere in Asia and you were complaining about the tub?”
God, he’d been so funny.
It took him a second to nod, and the pause was enough to tell me how far gone his brain was. “Yes, I remember.”
Biting down just hard enough to make him whine with pleasure and submission, I licked over the spot and nuzzled against him. “Is that how you’re supposed to talk to Daddy?”
He whimpered, a needy sound that seemed to come from being reminded that I was in charge. “Daddy…I remember, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” Kissing his neck again, I made a pleased hum. “Big or little, you’re still my good boy, aren’t you? You want to please Daddy and to be a good sub and get rewards, don’t you?”
That seemed to have a jolt of pleasure firing through him straight to his cock based on how he jerked and the way he pressed his legs together. But he didn’t grab his clearly hard dick, so another reward seemed to be in order.
Kissing and nibbling down his neck, I bit down just at the base near his shoulder right as I pinched one nipple. He nearly came off the seat, his belt the only thing keeping him in place. “I…Daddy…I’ll be good. Please, I’ll be good.”
“That’s right. You’re my good boy.” Rolling the tender bud between my fingers as I kissed his neck, I loved every shiver and jerk that fired through him. “But you didn’t answer my question. Do you remember our conversation about the tub?”
It’d been the closest we’d come to having phone sex, so I wasn’t surprised when he blushed and nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I remember.”