You are the one I want, not him. Today wasn’t about me wanting to have my cake and eat it too. It was
a way to help a friend. You don’t let anyone past your walls, but it seems he’s managed to find a way
to slip in. That in itself is enough for me to help him if I see him struggling. One of the first things you
need to learn and remember is being a Daddy Dom—or any sort of Dom—isn’t always about the sex.
There are plenty of couples out there who never do anything sexual. Helping boys come out of their
shell is something I enjoy doing, but you are the only one I want more with. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir,” he responded, sounding properly chastised. He hid a yawn behind his hand. “Sorry,
it’s been a long day.”
“It has.” I trailed Corey as he walked through the bar, straightening the stools we Daddies
apparently hadn’t put on top of the tables properly. When he reached for a rag and a spray bottle, I
curled my hand around his wrist. “It’s clean, sweetheart. Let’s sit down and talk for a bit.”
“Ugh, do we have to?” Corey whined. I stifled my laughter, knowing it’d do me no good to
encourage such behavior. Instead, I swatted his nearly bare ass. Corey yelped, spinning around to
glare at me. I quirked an eyebrow, daring him to say anything. “Fine. We can talk.”
He flopped onto the nearest couch, scooting back until he reclined against the arm. I sat next to
him, draping his legs over mine. “I knew you’d see it my way.”
He crossed his arms tightly over his chest. “Yeah, sure. I’d still rather skip the talking for tonight.”
“I have no doubt about that, but you don’t always get what you want,” I scolded him. Corey
shivered as my hand drifted above his knee, but he didn’t protest. I took that as a good sign and slid
my hand between his legs. “Did you have fun tonight?”
Corey nodded.
“Did you think any more about what we talked about earlier?”
He nodded again. At some point, he was going to have to use his words.
“Did you have any questions?” I prodded when he didn’t expand on his thoughts. “If you have any
doubts, I want to hear them.”
“I guess I just don’t understand how this will work,” he finally said after a long pause. “It feels
good doing stuff, but I don’t think I’d like… you know…”
“I’m afraid I don’t,” I responded, even though the blush on his face gave me an idea. Corey was
still in his little place, and it seemed some topics might be off-limits for him in that situation. At least
for now… “I need you to use your words. You don’t know about what?”
