Ellen headbutted my ankle, trying to trip me.
I didn’t blame her.You never drank milk? Yeah, I’d just said that. Out loud. Tohim, my living, breathing fantasy.
“Jesus,” I whispered, sinking down into a crouch and covering my face with my hand. I wasn’t a Daddy. I was the guy who had zero dating success because he had zero chill, and even when I was granted a Christmas miracle, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to try and start something with Jordan Wendt, I did… this.
“Wow,” Jordan said after a minute. Then, after another pause, “Wait, did you pick that weird username on Cuffd because ofme?”
My cheeks flooded with heat.
“No,” I blurted, the embarrassment sending me surging to my feet. But I’d never been a good liar and wouldn’t want to start our relationship off on that footing even if I had been... which was true even though therewasn’tactually any relationship brewing between us and our “start” was no doubt just moments away from ending completely.
I sighed, then sucked it up and confessed.
“I mean, yes, actually. Iwasthinking of you when I chose it. I thought it might show you that we had something in common?”
“What,” he scoffed, “that we both don’t like milk?”
“No, I do like it,” I admitted, squeezing my eyes closed to avoid Ellen’s pitying stare. “I just meant that I only signed up with Cuffd because of you in the first place, so I didn’t need it to, I don’t know, catch anyone else’s attention? Just yours. Because that video you made, you know, when you wrote the letter to Santa, made me think… I mean, I just hoped...”
I let my voice trail off, not ready to confessthatpart, then sighed, scrubbing a hand over my face. Did it even matter? I’m sure he could already see how ridiculous I’d been. I knewIcould.
“Shit, you’re really into me,” Jordan said after a minute.
“Language,” I said reflexively.
Definitely not the best timing. But thankfully, Jordan just laughed.
“You’re taking this Daddy stuff seriously, huh?” he teased, easing some of the tension in my chest. Then, his voice getting all husky and low like it had been at the beginning, he said, “So tell me,Daddy, did you used to jerk off to me back in high school? Get a boner watching me do those back flips at the pep rallies? Lust after my ass while you were walking to class?”
I swallowed, half in shock that he was actually still on the phone with me after how royally I’d flubbed things with him a minute ago, but also half hard again now, too, because… just…yes.
All of that.
Everything he’d just said.
But mostly? The reason my cock started plumping back up was from hearing him call me Daddy again… even if hehadsaid the word a little sarcastically.
“You really do need a spanking,” I said without thinking, palming myself as I pictured putting him over my knee for the sarcasm. “Watch your tone.”
“Dude,” Jordan said, finally sounding like he was smiling again. “You just told me you’re four years younger than me. You’re really going to try and pull this Daddy stuff now?”
My spine stiffened… right along with my dick. If I had a dollar for every time I’d been treated like I was too young for the responsibilities I had, the ones I’d shouldered without any complaint and carried outwell, thank you very much, then I really would be in a position to be the kind of Daddy I’d like to be for him. Take care of him the way I imagined. Be a provider and a support and offer him all the stability and security and… and… Jesus. I was getting turned on by financial security.
No, I was getting turned on byJordan.
He really was a naughty little brat, wasn’t he?
“It doesn’t matter how old I am,” I said firmly, suddenly feeling back on solid ground. “I can still put you over my knee when you need it. Spank the sass right out of you. Teach you how to be good for me and then—” I almost groaned, my voice dropping low as I pictured it, “—reward you so well when you are, baby.”
Baby.
I’d just called Jordan Wendt “baby,” and I wasn’t taking it back.
“Oh... shit,” he said after a beat.
“Language,” I reminded him.
“Dude—”
