“How’d they take that?”
“Okay.” Jordan bobbles his head.
“What about you?” I ask Bailey.
“My family was a little disappointed when I didn’t try to get drafted, but football is hard work, and I was done with two-a-days.”
“You played in college?”
“Yep.”
“He could have gone pro, and centers make a ton of money.”
“That makes sense. You are a beast,” I praise.
“Thanks for noticing,” he flirts, but I can tell it’s playful, not serious. “My… boyfriend likes it too.”
I’m going to ask and hope I don’t offend him. “When you talked about him earlier, Jordan almost said Daddy, didn’t he?”
They exchange a worried look.
“I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable but—” Bailey starts, and I jump to cut him off.
“I didn’t mean like that. I was just curious, not judging.”
“Oh, well then, yes, I have a Daddy. He’s stern and hot as hell,” Bailey says proudly, and Jordan nods.
“He needs a Daddy to keep him in line.”
“Really, mister ‘I can’t sleep without running a hundred miles before bed.’”
“I don’t need a Daddy to help me sleep.”
“But you do need a master.”
“Let’s not scare Whit off right away.”
“No, it’s okay.” I can tell these guys. They seem open and cool. “I have a Daddy too.”
“Really?” Jordan seems surprised, but Bailey is unfazed and holds out his fist for a bump.
“Nice. Isn’t it the best?”
“It’s still really new.”
“You have questions, I can tell,” Bailey sings, and since he’s offering, I just dive right in.
“How do I know if I’m doing it right?”
“There’s no right or wrong way to play or regress. It’s whatever works for the two of you.”
“But what if I’m not sure what I like, and I don’t want to ask for something that he’ll think is weird and then he leaves me.”
“Communication,” Jordan says.
“Ugh, that’s the Daddy’s job.” Bailey throws his head back and whines.
“It applies to all relationships. Especially the kinky ones.”
