“Well we can agree that cocoa isn’t a treat, so you can have it sometimes even if you’re on treat-ban.” He winked.
I giggled.
Then he got more serious. “Oh and, Bear, this will be a strictly non-sexual arrangement. We don’t want to mix up our relationship while we’re living together like this.”
An odd kind of disappointment swirled inside me, but I could handle this. I nodded once. “Okay.”
He nodded back, grabbed the remote off the coffee table, and turned the TV on. He put on some cartoons, and we settled in to watch.
As I sat there, I tried to concentrate on the colorful images on the screen. It was difficult though, because I felt that disappointment still. Sir was gorgeous. Incredibly sexy. I would’ve been lying if I said I hadn’t thought of him like that already.
I could live with this kind of arrangement, though. I could settle into serving him in other ways.
Without thinking about it, I set Tonya on the cushion between me and Sir and slid off the couch. I didn’t kneel, but I sat leaning to the couch.
He’d pulled his legs up again, and his knees were next to me. Sighing happily, I leaned my head onto them, and suddenly I could concentrate on the TV again.
A moment later, his fingers slid into my hair, combing and tugging, occasionally scratching my scalp gently. I wanted to purr.
I reached up blindly, and Sir placed Tonya in my hand. I smiled and pulled her onto my lap. I hadn’t felt this settled in… maybe ever.
Luukas
I was in over my head.
The next day at work, I was sketching for a long-time client’s sleeve, and I kept realizing I’d stopped to stare into nothing.
The fact that Bear had been so oblivious to the mild push of me confessing that I wanted to try Daddy/little play was telling. I couldn’t point out his own little tendencies when he was that clueless. I could do more harm if I told him outright what I thought about that.
So I hadn’t said anything. Instead I’d leaned into the service submission which I thought he’d still be interested in. Luckily that was a correct assumption and he seemed to fall into that mindset pretty damn easily.
Sitting on the couch with him on the floor next to me had settled us both in a way I hadn’t really expected.
Of course, I’d panicked a little and insisted we’d keep the arrangement non-sexual, which was good and fine until eventually something would change. It always did after all, if the people were compatible that way.
I just… I couldn’t. Not yet, at least. I only hoped he wouldn’t feel neglected or like I didn’t want or appreciate him. Because I did.
And so there I was, staring into middle distance like some fool who didn’t know better. Wait. Was fool a bad name?
Chuckling at myself, I put down my tablet I was sketching on and picked up my phone.
“Is ‘fool’ a bad thing to call yourself?”
The dots appeared immediately. It warmed me to know that he was taking the being reachable at all times thing so seriously.
“Yes.” More dots. “Have you been mean to yourself, Sir?”
I grinned. “Hide the cookies.”
“I’ll do that and not make any dessert today.”
I chuckled. I didn’t have time to respond before another message came through.
“Bad Sir.”
I laughed out loud. “Let’s agree that this is a learning experience, eh?”
“Whatever you say, Sir.”
