Chapter 7 #3
Despite the fact it was something I was aware of, I hadn’t expected him to call me out quite so directly for it, so I just nodded.
I actually quite liked the idea of playing at Foxholes if it was with him.
Maybe he’d even collar me for the evening and let me warm his cock with my mouth while he talked to his friends.
All those erotic BDSM romance books he’d got me hooked on had been a bad influence on me.
And now I was getting hard.
“Easy, tiger.” Patrick glanced at my crotch where my joggers were not hiding anything and chuckled.
I quickly grabbed a cushion to cover myself.
“Ugh. What else?” I asked, trying to redirect his attention.
“You’ll have a list of rules to follow, and I’ll text you to remind you. We’ll check in before our scene each week to see how you’re getting on with them.”
“Like… sexy rules?” I asked.
Patrick smirked. “Some of them can be. We’ll decide on them together. Some will be boring things to help you with tasks you struggle with. Some will be ‘just because I can’ rules and some will be sexual.”
I liked the sound of all of that. It was almost perfect, actually.
“Any questions?” he asked.
“Um… will we have… err… sex?”
Patrick appeared almost resigned at that, which I didn’t feel great about, but he said, “Within a scene, we can have sex if you want that.”
I did want that. But his face told me he didn’t, and I didn’t want to have sex with someone who didn’t want to have sex with me. I was desperate but not that desperate.
“Do you want that?” I asked.
Patrick sighed. “I… have my concerns that sex will blur the boundaries, but I do want to. And I think if we keep it just to scenes, then that’ll be okay.” He looked a bit like he was convincing himself rather than me, but I was relieved all the same.
Even if it only happened once, I needed to know how it felt to have sex the way I’d fantasised since I was old enough to form ideas around what I wanted.
To be taken by an alpha who’d light me up.
Focus on my pleasure, not just his own. Someone who’d…
care for me. Maybe even spoil me a little.
If Patrick was putting it on the table, I was snatching it right up.
Decision made, I slid to the floor and crawled between his legs, resting my head against the inside of his thigh. He carded his strong fingers through my hair, and I looked up at him through my lashes.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, little fox?” With his other hand he pushed his thumb into my mouth, and I sucked, my eyes fluttering closed.
I didn’t reply, this was all I’d wanted. Patrick continued to stroke my hair, and I suckled on his thumb and relaxed into a space where this was all I needed to be. A little fox on the floor to be taken care of and a Daddy Dom who’d take the reins.
Our first scene was planned for the following Sunday, so I had to wait a whole week, and the anticipation was killing me.
Patrick had given me the task yesterday of sending him a list of any rules I’d like to have for the scene, and he’d done the same.
Today was the day he would decide the final rules, and I was checking my phone obsessively.
“Can I get you a cuppa?” Mrs Thomas asked. She owned the local convenience store and was having some electrical issues with her drinks fridge that I’d been tasked with fixing.
“I’m okay, thank you, Mrs Thomas. I shouldn’t be long, it was just a loose connection,” I explained.
“Could you let Jack know that I’ve got a parcel here for Rory? He isn’t usually late collecting them.”
Mrs Thomas was fishing. Only a handful of people knew that Rory had left Jack and taken the kids with him, but it had been a while now and people in the town were nosy with too much free time.
“I’m sure he just forgot. I’ll let him know.” I smiled at her, and she looked a bit miffed not to get anything more from me.
I owed everything to Jack. I’d never betray him like that.
Honestly, I was still holding out hope that he and Rory would figure things out because, as opposite as they were and as much as they clashed sometimes, there was something about the two of them and how they seemed to balance each other out.
The lights flickered back on in the fridge, and I quickly checked over it all before packing up my things. “All done here. Jack’ll send you the invoice through to your email, but it didn’t take long, so I reckon it will be less than he quoted for you.”
“Great. Thank you, dear. And tell your mom I’ve got her favourite red wine back in stock.”
I chuckled at that. My mom wasn’t a heavy drinker, but she liked a red wine. “Will do, Mrs Thomas. See you soon.”
With some time to kill before my next job, I stopped by Mom and Abbie’s.
“Hello?” I called when I walked inside.
“In the kitchen,” Abbie shouted back.
I smiled and wandered to the back of the house, where Abbie was in her element, cooking up a storm.
“Smells amazing, Abs. Not working today?” I asked, stealing a bite of some crispy duck in a sticky sauce. “Damn, that’s delicious.”
“You do wonders for my ego, Coop. No, taken a few days off to finalise the menu we’re launching at the weekend.”
“I’m not sure working at home really counts as taking a few days off, you know,” I pointed out.
“That’s what I said,” Mom added, walking into the kitchen.
“Shhh, you. Like you ever switch off from work,” Abbie retorted.
Mom laughed before making her way to Abbie and kissing her on the cheek.
“Wasn’t expecting to see you today, everything okay?” Mom asked me.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I was doing some work for Mrs Thomas, and she asked me to tell you that your favourite red wine is back on the shelf.”
Abbie snorted at that. “Quite the reputation you’re building, my love.”
Mom rolled her eyes. “It’s good wine, okay?”
“Who was that on the phone?” Abbie asked.
“Carol.”
She was my mom’s younger sister who lived overseas, and they were weirdly competitive with one another.
“Oh yeah, how is she?”
“Good. Mason and Farouk are expecting two kits. Trust Carol to make the phone call all about how she’ll be having grandkids before me.”
Mom’s desire for grandkids always seemed a little odd to me.
She’d never really struck me as someone who’d yearned for children in the first place.
Not that she didn’t love us and work hard raising us.
Only, I always got the impression that it was my omega mum who’d wanted to start a family, and my mom would have done just about anything to make her happy.
“Nobody caught your eye yet, Coop?” Mom asked, like it was my responsibility to reproduce so she could maintain a weird competition with her sister.
I had met someone. However, even ignoring the fact he’d made it abundantly clear that we weren’t actually together, unless there were some major biological advances for alphas imminently, I wouldn’t be carrying his children. Not to mention that I was pretty sure I didn’t even want to have children.
It was a good opening to tell Mom that I was both alphasexual and unlikely to seek out having kids by other means. I’d love being an uncle one day if Dylan had some kits, but I really couldn’t picture having my own.
Instead, though, I shrugged and said, “Not wanting to settle down yet, Mom.”
Carrying on the crusade of Cooper doesn’t measure up to my sister’s great kids, Mom added, “Oh, and Katie, her youngest, just got approved to do her PhD. I swear she read textbooks to those kids in the womb or something.”
Mom sounded bitter, and it made my stomach hurt. Abbie glanced at me and gave me that awful, consoling smile she offered whenever Mom had clumsily pointed out that I hadn’t measured up.
A spark of anger rose in me, which was usually doused in too much shame to grow into anything more, but today that didn’t happen.
Patrick had been right. Despite my learning difficulties, I’d worked really hard to build a solid career for myself, something Katie certainly hadn’t had as an obstacle.
“On that note, I best get back to my super average job for super average people,” I snapped.
Mom looked kind of shellshocked while Abbie winced, and I didn’t want to deal with a fake apology from my mother, so I mumbled goodbye and left.
I climbed into my work van and drove in the direction of my next job. When I pulled up to the address of Mr Morton, there was a long voice note on my phone from Patrick.
“The following are the rules I’d like for us to agree upon.
This section are the rules to help you manage things at home a bit better. The only punishment for not doing these is that you won’t get to come until they’re done.
You’ll wash your dishes every night before you go to bed.
You’ll put your dirty clothes in the wash basket right away.
On Thursdays before work, you’ll put the laundry on, and after work you’ll dry them and put them all away.
These ones are ‘the sexy ones’ as you called them.
Unless we’re in public, with the exception of Foxholes, you’ll address me as Sir or Daddy.
You aren’t allowed to come without my permission.
You aren’t allowed to come for the two days leading to a planned scene, full stop.
Before a scene you’ll prep and put in a small butt plug, which I’ll buy you.”
The blood in my body was fighting to rush to my cheeks and dick at the same time when I listened to that last one. I glanced around out the window of my van like poor Mr Morton was gonna be standing there having listened to every word. He wasn’t there, thank god.
“Now for the safety rules.
We’ll use the traffic light system at all times.
We’ll touch base on these rules every week at first to make sure they’re all working.
As discussed, we’ll both be tested this week, and if it comes back clear, then we’ll forgo protection on the condition that, if either of us has sexual contact with anyone else, we’ll immediately inform the other and use protection.
Fuck, I sound like I work in HR.”
I laughed at how he’d ended it. I couldn’t disagree that it was a little more formal than I’d been anticipating, but there was also a relief to knowing exactly what was expected of me.
Talking to my mom had been a shitty reminder of all the ways I wasn’t good enough, but I was good at this. I could excel at this, even.
Now all I needed to do was go to the sexual health clinic, which I’d planned for my day off the following day, and apparently wait for a butt plug to be delivered. All very manageable.