“That’s not a perk.”
“Yes, it is. A very private, privileged perk. I’m a lucky boy.”
“I haven’t screwed you yet.”
“Umm… what do you call last night? You might not have had your dick inside me, but you’ve screwed me. Twice.”
“It won’t count until I’m holding you down and fucking you.”
Rowan shivers.
I sigh. “Which is probably a good time to discuss limits. You might not like being held down during sex.”
“I do. I’m good with being tied up, too. Blindfolds are sexy. Light spanking is fun, especially if I’ve been naughty, but also as part of sex. I’m happy for you to use toys on me?—”
“I noticed last night.”
He laughs. “You can control my orgasms if you want. Edging is fun. I like being desperate enough to beg. I’m open to most things. All I ask is that you take care of me during and after.”
“Don’t worry, I will.”
“Oh, I’m not worried, Daddy. You held me all night in a freezing car. I know you’re going to look after me.” He strokes my face and stares into my eyes. “I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be snowed in with. Of course, I’d rather not be snowed in at all, but if I had to be, I’d want to be with you.”
His words make me chuckle. “Ditto.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re even more gorgeous when you smile and you have a lovely laugh.”
“You make me smile.”
He grins. “I try.”
“You succeed.” I kiss him tenderly.
He cups my face, eagerly parting his lips for my tongue. He moans against my lips and tangles his tongue around mine. “For the record, I’ve always fancied you.”
It’s good to know. “Does the reality live up to your expectations?”
“You’ve exceeded them.” He presses his lips to mine again, inviting my tongue into his mouth once more.
“What about safe words?” I ask, once we’ve come up for air.
“Good old traffic lights.” He beams at me. “Does that mean we can play now?”
I turn him off my lap, so he’s on his back on the bed, his legs hanging off the edge. I gently knock his knees apart, stand between his legs, catch hold of his wrists, pin them above his head, and lean down to kiss him hard. Then I stare into his eyes, which are bright with excitement, sending a thrill down my spine.
“It’s almost lunchtime. We should shower and go to the restaurant for something to eat.”
He pouts.
“We could stroll around the grounds afterwards.”
He deepens his pout.
“And then dinner.”
“But all I want is you, Daddy,” he whines.
“There might be time for that between our walk and dinner. If you can be patient and good.”
