“I’m more than happy to follow your lead. If you don’t feel comfortable showing that sort of vulnerability, then everyone else will see us as the equals we are. But, eventually, I think you will learn to enjoy being yourself around our closest friends and family.”
My body nearly melted.Ourfamily and friends. Not his or mine, but a combined family. I liked the sound of that, and I didn’t want to hold back in front of them. Since even Jack said that the differences between grown-up me and Middle me were subtle, I could just be me, and not have to worry about what they thought of me because they already knew. “Can we test this theory of yours a little more?”
“What do you have in mind?” I let out a frustrated huff. I didn’t want to make these decisions. Like he said, I hated being the one in control. Wasn’t it enough that I asked him this time? He should know how to move forward from here.
“I don’t know.” I fisted my hands in my hair, twisting it around my knuckles. Jack reached up, coaxing my fingers free before I hurt myself. “This is all crazy. I don’t know what I’m supposed to be asking you to get what I want.”
Jack shifted beneath me. As comfortable as his mattress was, it couldn’t be good for him to be slouched back against the headboard with my weight on top of him. I sat up, and Jack lifted me up and turned me. I took the hint and straddled his legs. Like this, I was towering over him. I rested my chin on the top of his head. “I want to try this, but I don’t know what that means. Maybe it would be easier if I was a real Little. That way you could change my clothes and pull out my toys, and I’d just know it was time to play.”
“Just because you identify differently than some other Littles, doesn’t mean you’re any less real than they are.” Jack traced patterns over my back. “Why don’t we get dressed and meet in the kitchen,” he suggested. “I’ll make us breakfast, and we can figure out what we want to do next. The great thing about relationships—even kinky ones—is there isn’t a set of rules to follow. I can’t tell you what we’re supposed to do next, because we’re not following some preprinted checklist. So, we’re going to figure this out together.”
He gripped my chin tightly when I sat back, forcing me down until our lips crashed together. His tongue invaded my mouth as his fingers dug into the flesh of my ass.
This was quickly turning into a very hot diversion. And he dared to accuse me of being the one who tried to turn things sexual? Yeah, well it seemed I might be learning from the master.
“Daddy,” I complained on a long whine when we came up for air. My dick was hard and leaking against his stomach. I twisted my hips, seeking out more friction. It wouldn’t take long for me to get off, then I could slide down his legs and give him that thank you he’d suggested earlier.
“Nuh-uh,” he scolded me, then lifted me up as if I weighed nothing and sat me down next to him on the bed. “Sorry, baby. That was mean of me.”
The jerk didn’t even look ashamed of himself. He wasn’t sorry at all. In fact, the way he was biting down on his lip as he glanced at the problematic erection I was sporting, almost seemed as if he was pretty damn pleased with himself.
“You started it,” I quipped. “Aren’t you the one who tells me to finish what I start? I think the same should apply to you.”
“You’re absolutely right, sweetheart.” He gave my hip a playful swat. “Why don’t you go get dressed? And remember the rules.”
I groaned as I dropped my feet to the floor. He seriously sucked, and not in a good way. I didn’t bother asking which rule he was talking about. Well, he was going to have to deal with me coming to the breakfast table with a massive boner, because it wasn’t gonna go down without some relief.
I kept my back turned as we both got dressed. Seeing his toned, naked ass wasn’t going to do anything but drive me crazy. I stomped out of the bedroom, ignoring him when he called out my name. If he wanted a glimpse of preteen me, he was going to get it. It was totally normal for a preteen boy to throw a temper tantrum when he couldn’t get off, right?
As I shut the bedroom door behind me, I swore I heard him chuckling at me. Jerk.
Somehow, he looked completely unaffected when I joined him in the kitchen. Like every other morning we had spent together, he was busy chopping vegetables. Today, I could also smell the breakfast sausage cooking in a pan on the stove. That was a new and pleasant surprise.
“What’s for breakfast?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind.
“Oh, now you’re talking to me?”
“I can’t be held responsible for my actions when I’m sex deprived and cranky,” I warned him.
“I’ll take that into consideration.” Jack chuckled. After he set down the knife, he turned around and leaned against the counter. He noticed that I had already pulled my hair back, and his eyes lit up. I tipped my head to the side, knowing there was no way he could resist that invitation. I instantly regretted the impulsive move when he began sucking on the side of my neck. He held me firmly so I couldn’t inch closer to him. He pulled back, licking his lips. “You’re bound and determined to test your limits, aren’t you?”
“Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?”
“It is, but remember, there are consequences for bad behavior and rewards for being a good boy.” Rewards. I like the sound of that a hell of a lot more than punishments.
“What sort of rewards?” Maybe knowing what I was working toward would help me when I was tempted to act out.
“We’ll figure those out when we have some food in us.” He pulled out a single coffee mug and filled it. When I tried skirting behind him to grab a mug of my own, he stopped me by wrapping his hand around my wrist.
“Not this morning, sweetheart,” he informed me. “There’s orange juice and milk in the fridge.”
“You seriously expect me to function without coffee?”
“Let’s call it a challenge. If you’d like, you can also take it as a simple test.” This time, he drew me close in his arms, cupping the back my head, and pressing my face against his chest. “Boys shouldn’t drink coffee. You’ve heard what they say.”
“That is dangerous to tell a man he can’t have his coffee,” I quipped.
“No sweetheart, it’ll stunt your growth.”
