My little side didn’t have any reservations about throwing himself at Daddy.
No.
Levi.
Levi.
Levi.
Had to stay big.
“Just to let you know, you keep talking and rubbing against my erection and I’m eventually going to come.” He said it somatter-of-factly, it took me a second to realize what he’d said. “Did you think I was just going to ignore that?”
Yes.
“Kind of, yes.” It seemed like the least awkward course of action.
“You were wrong about that because I’m not the least bit embarrassed about finding you sexy.” I could almost hear his shrug even if I couldn’t see it.
“You’re not supposed to say stuff like that.” At least I was pretty sure he wasn’t.
“You’re not little at the moment, so it’s fine.” He thought it was fine enough that his hand started running down my back again. “I’d have found a cuter way to tell my little Chipmunk that he was wiggling on Daddy a bit too much, but you’re big at the moment, so I can say cock.”
He was a pain in the butt.
“I can also say erection and dick and orgasm and thrust and needy and spank.” He laughed when all it took was a pat on my ass to make me squeak. But in my defense, he timed it perfectly and I could almost feel his hand coming down on me harder. “I think you like that word, but I can’t be certain until we have a limits discussion.”
He wasn’t technically wrong but I didn’t like him being right.
“What do you think of that word?” Asking him questions wasn’t telling him what I was thinking, so it didn’t count as far as hiding was concerned.
“I like it.” As usual, Levi was confidence personified. “And I’m glad the word doesn’t scare you at the very least. I’m hopingthat you like it because you have a great ass, but I’m good with just playing with it and not spanking it.”
Why did he say stuff like that?
“It’s not a must-have for you?”
Questions still didn’t count.
“No.” He paused, but it felt thoughtful, not stressful. “Being a Daddy and Dom in some way is a must-have and knowing my controlling tendencies aren’t driving my partner batshit are must-haves.”
My laugh was quiet but it made him huff dramatically. “Hey, you’d be surprised at the number of guys who think they’re subs because they like to bottom and don’t realize the difference. Even in small doses, I drive them insane.”
I could very easily see that.
“You don’t drive me crazy.”
That was just a sentence, so it didn’t count either.
“You have to tell me if my liking giving up control drives you crazy, though.” Still didn’t count. “For some reason I’ve run into Doms who think that everything outside of the bedroom should be seen as just vanilla, everyday kind of relationship stuff.”
He snorted.
As I thanked every god my mother had ever mentioned in passing, he sighed. “That’s not a reasonable goal for either of us, so we’re just going to focus on extremes and ignore the middle. I’ll let you know if you start to ask me to help you breathe and you let me know if I’m starting to tell you when to breathe.”
He needed to read what the definition of reasonable was.
“Deal.”
