tailored the playroom at the club to be his own little fantasy world—pun intended. He probably knew
more about the lifestyle than half of those who were active in it, but from what William knew, he’d
never done anything more than think about what the future could hold. I wanted to be the one to make
his fantasies reality.
“Would you like to try again?” I used my principal voice on him. It wasn’t full-on Daddy, but
close. He needed to be eased into the dynamic, but not too slowly. “Tell me what you think about
when you imagine what having a Daddy would be like. Do you want a strict Daddy who will
discipline you when you break the rules, or do you want a loving Daddy who will take care of you
and play with you?”
“Would it be greedy to want both?”
“Absolutely not. That’s my favorite, too,” I admitted. There was nothing that brought me more
satisfaction than being the person my boy turned to, but there was also something to be said for
knowing he wasn’t going to be able to follow every rule to the letter and then being able to punish
him. “How are you even real?”
“I feel the same way about you,” Sam admitted. Crap. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but I
wouldn’t take it back, especially when the feelings were mutual. “I don’t want to ruin a good day, but
I need to tell you I’m not sure about the sex stuff. I mean, I’d like to take care of you and there are
things that feel good to me, but intercourse is something I’m not sure about.”
“That’s not something we need to worry about right this minute.” I’d spent more than a little time
over the weekend reading up on what to expect when in a relationship with a trans man. Yes, the
differences were very obvious, but I didn’t want to make any assumptions. Whatever his limitations, I
was willing to respect him. Sex wasn’t the be-all of a relationship to me. “I know you have
schoolwork to get done, but what would you say about a shopping trip first?”
Sam’s back arched and his jaw cracked when he yawned. I took a closer look, not happy about the
dark circles under his eyes. “Sorry. Yeah, we can do that if you want. But I can’t spend much. I’m
trying to save my money so I can get an apartment of my own once our lease is up.”
“You have roommates?” I didn’t know them, but I got the impression they played at least a small
role in his exhaustion. Sam nodded, holding up four fingers. “Well, if you ever need a break from
them, I have beds you can use, and I’ll even tuck you in at night.”
“That sounds really nice.” Sam’s body sagged against mine. If we didn’t get moving, I was pretty
