“So,” he started after we’d dug into our meals. “You’ve obviously had some lightbulb moments after we last met?”
I smiled. “You could say that. I… if I ever came across as mean or like I didn’t think it was okay to be—”
“No, absolutely not. You were kind and nice, always. I could tell you weren’t comfortable the first time we met at the munch, but hey, a lot of people are uncomfortable in kink spaces when they’re just starting. Trust me, I’m not fine with some stuff I see at clubs and stuff, like needle play. It’s not for me at all.”
I nodded slowly, thinking about it. “I don’t like needles.”
“I saw so many of them in my first profession as a paramedic that I can’t find them sexy.” He gestured with his fork. “I mean, I won’t yuck anyone’s yum. Consenting partners and all that, it’s just not for me and the one time I accidentally saw part of a heavy needle play scene was… rough.”
I could understand that, easily. “I don’t know. I feel like I’ve maybe looked at this thing wrong, somehow?”
“The lifestyle in general?” At my nod, he continued, “I think life is supposed to be a learning experience. Knowledge is power and all that. Hell, I decided to become a paralegal and now I work as a medical consultant in my field because I wanted to know more about the legal side of things and decided I liked this way of working better.”
“I guess….” I sighed and put down my fork. “I just… he lets me call him Daddy and all, but he’s still very… I don’t know. Insisting on nothing sexual. Whether I’m in my little headspace or just subby in general.”
“Huh.” Jamie frowned and seemed to really think about it while he ate some more.
“I think he’s afraid that I have trauma from Carl or something.”
Jamie tilted his head and looked at me. “Do you?”
I shook mine. “No. It wasn’t fun, but I could handle it. He wasn’t all bad, you know, he did make sure I got off and so on.” Not every time, but sometimes. Occasionally. Anyway, there was no trauma there for sure. “We even talked about how I don’t feel traumatized before, and now this.” I pouted.
“What did Luke say exactly?”
“Something about it all being on my terms and how we need to wait because we’re new and all that stuff.” I gnawed on my lip and poked at my fork I’d abandoned because I didn’t feel like eating anymore. “But how can that be?”
“What do you mean?”
“How is it on my terms, if I want it and he keeps stalling? Isn’t it onhisterms?”
“Huh… you might be right there.” Jamie pointed his fork at me and grinned. “Either you get sneaky and bratty or you wait for him to be ready.”
“Why can’t I do both?” I batted my eyelashes at him.
He laughed. “Honestly, I’ve known Luke long enough that I know he won’t cave if he’s not ready. So I say go for it. Make him a bit nuts. He’s made the rule so why not have him suffer with you?” He winked at me.
Giggling, I dug back into my meal. I felt better already.
We made drinks after we ate—tea for me, coffee for Jamie—and sat on the couch.
“Oh, how’s the thing with Tonya going?” he asked.
We chatted about it and how I was expecting delivery of the cow and elephant, and Jamie said I had a great Daddy. Not that I needed to be told that, I already knew.
Before he left, Jamie made me promise I wouldn’t just settle into whatever rules Daddy made for us if I didn’t feel like they served me, too.
I didn’t have energy to put my loose plan into action that night and on Wednesday, Daddy came home from work with a pretty box in his hands.
“Guess who was ready to come home from the hospital?”
“Tonya?!” I shrieked in a tone I would’ve been embarrassed of if I wasn’t so happy to have my best friend back.
“Yup,” Daddy said as he toed off his shoes. “Go sit on the couch, I’ll bring her to you.”
I dashed into the living room and almost bounced off the couch as I jumped on it.
“Easy, boy,” Daddy scolded me, but he smiled as he came over to give me the box. “I haven’t looked inside of it yet, but they said they were able to heal her real good.”
