“Look at me,” David said gently, and I did. “Finish. There’s no shame here.”
“I just… I’ve never had anyone take care of me before. I want to feel…precious to someone. I tease Ian and Finley and say I want a sugar daddy, but then Ian said something that got me thinking. It’s not about the money and things. I don’t want nice things in exchange for sex. I just want to feel loved, even if it’s not really love and I know it. What I mean is, I know it’s just hooking up, which I want, but being taken care of gives the feeling of being loved or important. Does that make sense?” Who knew there was so much to talk about when it came to kink? Usually when I was going to fuck someone, we simply fucked.
“It does. You might want a Daddy. Or you might want to play around with that during sex. You might realize you don’t want a Daddy at all, but some of it sounds like that’s what you want.”
“Do you do that?”
“I can.” David nodded. “I’ve been involved in kink most of my adult life. Even when I was a teenager, I knew I leaned toward being kinky. There’s not much I haven’t done.”
I didn’t want him to just have done it, though. “Do you enjoy it?”
“Yes, pet. I think I will enjoy it with you very much.”
I trembled. I liked it when David called me pet.
We spoke more about the things that interested me and those that didn’t. David asked me questions, delving deeper into my thoughts and limits on pain. We talked through some of the things I wanted to explore—throat fucking, yes; slapping, a little. The latter was more about the humiliation than the pain. Spitting was hot. I gave him some other yeses, and also hard noes for blood, scat, and anything else I knew wasn’t me. There were maybes too, like watersports.
“Let me tell you more about myself,” David said. “I can be strict, but I’m always fair. There’s nothing I enjoy more than watching a sub come undone for me. I’ll make you scream and cry and enjoy every second of it. You’ll be even more beautiful than you already are when you’re writhing beneath me.”
A full-body shudder ran through me.
“I’m very good at praise—as you could see with Finley—but humiliation too. I’ll test your limits but never go too far. If you don’t like something, I expect you to tell me. Safe words, we’ll use red and yellow.”
“Okay,” I replied, getting more excited by the second.
“I’m a switch, though I’m primarily a Dom. I’ll only be dominant with you. It has to feel right for me to go the other way.”
“Great. That all sounds good to me. I can’t imagine trying to dominate you.” I chuckled.
“Good.” He nodded. “Exclusivity? I know we’re just playing, but I’m of the mind that we should negotiate what we want or are looking for. If we’re having sex regularly, we have the right to know if there will be other people. Everyone might not agree, but that’s how I feel.”
“I can take it or leave it. I’m not picky about that. I mean, it’s not like we’re trying to fall in love with each other. I’m looking for someone I trust to explore this side of me with, but I would hope, if you do fuck anyone else, you’d be safe.”
“Of course. There’s no question about that. I don’t quite see that happening—me fucking anyone else. I think you’ll be a handful and enough for now, but it’s nice to know and be prepared. I would also ask that if you do sleep with anyone else, that it not be a Dom. If I’m going to experiment with you that way, I’d like to keep that aspect just between us.”
That made sense. Plus, I trusted David. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else until I knew what I wanted anyway. “That works for me.”
“Also, I’d rather know beforehand—as you’ll know before with me.”
I could work with that, so I agreed.
“Do you work the same days every week?”
“Yeah, I’m part-time. The restaurant is really slow, and they cut my hours.”
“That’s fine. It gives you more time to play this summer, and if you need anything, or if you’re in trouble, you come to me. Not because I’m your sugar daddy, but because I’ll be your Dom, or your Daddy, depending on where this goes. I’ll want to take care of you.”
Guilt rumbled inside me. “I wouldn’t really expect…”
“I didn’t say you did. I offered. Please don’t interrupt. As I was going to say, keep your options open and go with what feels natural, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good.” He paused, and I sat there waiting, somehow knowing he had more to say. Seconds turned into a minute, then an eternity. He was testing me, I thought, waiting me out in some way. Just as I started to get antsy, unsure how long I could wait, he said, “Stand up.”
I did. “Am I supposed to say ‘yes, Sir’ the way Finley does?”
“You’re supposed to say what feels right. You also don’t have to verbally reply to every order. That would get tedious.”
“Okay.”
“Walk over to me.” I did as he said. David spread his legs. “Kneel between my thighs.”
“Now?” jumped out of my mouth. “We’re going to start now?”
“It would appear so. Unless you’re not ready?”
Fuck yeah, I was ready, just hadn’t expected it. “I’m ready…Sir.” It wasn’t the first time I’d called him that, but obviously it was the first in a situation like this. I wasn’t sure how much I liked it. When David cocked a brow, I realized I hadn’t obeyed, so I knelt and went for his zipper.
“Tsk, tsk, naughty boy. I didn’t tell you to do that.”
“I can’t help it. I can see your bulge! I want to suck you.” I wanted to watch him try and ignore an erection right there waiting for him.
He gave me a mischievous grin. “You’re definitely going to be naughty.”
“I’m sorry.” My eyes automatically fell closed. I wanted to be spanked, yeah, but I didn’t want to disappoint him.
“Don’t be. You’re fucking adorable. I’m going to enjoy playing with you. I knew it since that night in Aidan’s living room. You’re like a little kitten, causing mischief one second, and then the next, all sweet and docile.”
I liked that. Looking up, I beamed at him. Damn, this was going to be fun. “Can I blow you now? I love sucking cock.”
Chuckling, he shook his head. “Not very patient, are you?”
“Did you expect something else?” No point in being anything but honest.
“We’ll have to work on that. Take me out.”
With quick fingers, I worked to unbutton and unzip David’s jeans, and found a surprise waiting for me. “Commando? Do you always freeball it, or is this for me?”
“I’m going to have to shut you up with my dick.”
“I’m not going to argue with that.” David had a gorgeous cock. I’d say he was packing about seven inches, but thick, so fucking thick that my mouth watered just looking at it. The tip glistened with precum, his balls were heavy, and that nest of short, dark hair at his groin… I wanted to stick my face in it and see how he smelled. I leaned in.