"I'll make sure to change that."
His eyes snap to mine. "Really?"
"Really."
I want him to feel comfortable in my house, especially if he comes again. If toys are what he needs, then I'll get them for him. I just hope he doesn't ask me why I'm doing that, since even I don't have an answer.
What he said also changes the way I see him. He opened for me with something I know is deeply personal.
He's a Little.
He didn't say it outright, but it was implied. I do work in a BDSM club after all, and know enough about the lifestyle and the different parts of it. It's not just that he likes toys, plenty of people do. It's that coupled with the look on his face when we were in the playroom back in the club. Something tells me I should have realized this sooner about Sebastian.
There's something solittleabout him, something that makes me want to tug him close and protect him. I don't want to think about how this changes things when he calls me Daddy.
"Can you tell me something about you now?" he asks, pulling me from my thoughts.
"Fair enough." I hesitate, then offer something just as vulnerable. "For some time, I've been interested in the BDSM lifestyle."
As soon as I say it, I realize how it might sound after his confession.
Fuck.
"Really? What are you interested in?"
Fuck, why did I have to admit this? I can't exactly tell him I've imagined myself as a Dom. I can't tell him there's a part of me that wants to possess someone in some… questionable ways.
"I'm not sure. Working at the club opened my eyes to a lot," I say instead.
"Yes. Ethan's club is special like that."
We drift into safer topics like movies we've watched, places we like to visit, food we like to eat, and our workplace.
When he yawns, I check the time.
"It's late. I didn't realize how much time passed," I say.
"Me neither. I'll head home."
"Did you drive here?"
"Yes."
Before he can take another step, I stop him. "No way in hell. You're not driving. You've been drinking."
"It was just one cider."
"It doesn't matter. You can crash here tonight. I'll take the couch, you take my bed."
"No. If I stay, I'll take the couch."
"Sebastian," I warn.
"Daddy," he challenges me.
In the end, I relent. He can be stubborn as hell. I grab him a pillow and two blankets.
"Make yourself at home. I'm a heavy sleeper, so even if you wake early or make noise, I won't notice."
