“I thought I’d lost you.”
“Just distracted for a moment.”
“And whereisyour distraction at the moment?” he teased. “Waiting for you to come… play?”
I glanced at the time. Rene, Sam, and a group of Littles had all headed out to a local Farmer’s Market in a giggling bunch this morning—well, Rene was more the watching quietly type, but the rest of them had been rambunctious and playful and dressed in “age appropriate,” cartoon-printed clothing. Sam had also said something about a cooking class one of the Daddies was going to put on from their Farmer’s Market haul afterward, which would have taken care of their lunch. But by now…
“I think he’s at a playdate,” I said, which I assumed meant more of the types of games and activities and Littles free to be their Little selves that I’d seen at the park yesterday. But this time, it was being held downstairs, in The Plazerra’s breakfast room.
A long silence followed my statement. Then, “So you did meet him at the Cuffd event. I was wondering.”
“So you are a kinky son of a bitch, I was wondering,” I retorted dryly.
Greg laughed. “Caught. Not that I advertise it. Iam, however, more than happy to discuss it with like-minded people. And despite the dynamic you had with Blair, I assume this is all pretty new to you. So if you have any questions…”
“It’s been a crash course ever since I arrived,” I said, propping my hip on the dresser and winking over at Teddy. “But there have been some helpful… Daddies, who’ve explained some things to me.”
Bradley and Dennis this morning, included. Once our meeting had wrapped up, we’d fallen into a conversation about this weekend’s event, and it had led to some useful insights from them about the Daddy/boy—or Daddy/Little—dynamic. At first, they’d been reserved about sharing, but once I made it clear my interest was entirely personal, not coming from my position as the owner, they’d opened right up.
Greg made a thoughtful, humming sound. Then, “So a playdate. Your Rene is a Little?”
I hesitated. Was he? That first night, he’d told me he’d wanted to try it, but from what I’d seen so far, it didn’t seem to be something he enjoyed the way Sam and the others did. He’d actually seemedlessrelaxed when given the opportunity to, what had I heard it called? Regress. But on the other hand, calling me Daddy definitely worked for him.
Hell, it worked for thebothof us.
“I think he’s exploring,” I finally answered. “And he thrives under my care and control.”
“Fair enough,” Greg said. “And I know the weekend over there is all about Daddies, but there are other ways that care and control can be expressed outside of a caregiver relationship if that isn’t fulfilling to both of you.”
“It’s fulfilling.” Of course I wanted to care for him. I just wasn’t sure coloring books and sippy cups would truly make my boy happy. “And I’m not sure those other ways are things I’d be comfortable with,” I added, frowning.
I didn’t live under a rock. I knew that there were more… physically extreme versions of power-dynamic relationships out there, and I truly believed that leather and whips and the like could be just as much about care and control as what Rene and I had done last night, as long as all participants were into it. But Christ, no judgment on what worked for others, but the idea of ever hurting Rene, even consensually, turned my stomach.
“Well, I’m sure the two of you will find the dynamic that works for you, if you’re serious about him,” Greg said. “Or, when you get back to Wilmington, I can introduce you to—”
“No,” I growled. “Nobody else. Just Rene.”
Greg laughed. “Andthat’sthe Edward Garrett I know and love, too. Have you already pissed on him to mark your territory?”
My lips twitched. “Not my kink.”
“Hey, you never know,” Greg teased. “Isn’t that what exploration is all about?”
He had a point, actually. Although if I was going to decorate my dollbaby with bodily fluids, I preferred that he wear my cum.
“Greg, I really do have to go,” I said, pushing the heel of my hand against my cock as it reacted to that image. “I’ve got… pressing business.”
Greg snorted. “Idoknow you, you know, Edward. You can just tell me to fuck off so you can go find your boy and make sure he’s… enjoying himself.”
“I willdefinitelymake sure he’s enjoying himself,” I said with a hot, feral grin, still busy picturing possibleexplorations.
Greg laughed again. “I’ll let you go, then. But if you’re really open to exploring new kinks with your boy, keep in mind that the Cuffd package this weekend includes some live demonstrations. Maybe you should consider attending.”
“Maybe I will,” I said before ending the call. I tapped the phone against my chin, eyeing Teddy thoughtfully. “What doyouthink?”
The little bear had no opinion, but—after vetting my interest and concluding I was sincere—Bradley and Dennis had urged me to attend the demonstrations, too. Apparently, there was one tomorrow on “pet play,” and one for Daddies and their charges, scheduled for later tonight, that covered spankings, discipline, and something called “funishments.”
There were some boisterous men in puppy costumes staying at The Plazerra, but I hadn’t noticed any interest on Rene’s part in dressing up like a pet. The other demonstration hadn’t sounded particularly appealing either, since I was never going to raise my hand to Rene and couldn’t imagine my sweet, shy boy ever needing discipline.
