Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Rhodes
“You came.” Big me hadn’t been sure he would but Little me didn’t like logic enough to be worried about it.
Especially at eight in the morning.
“I told you I would.” Daddy held up a big circle waffle iron. “Ready for breakfast?”
Wow.
“Shouldn’t you be asking if I’ve changed my mind or about my sanity?” My Little side was enthusiastic enough that it chased off a lot of Doms. “I might need to apologize?”
It was probably his fault I’d ended up Little to begin with, but I’d use that as my excuse of last resort. Doms didn’t always like logic, so I tried to use it as little as possible.
“There is no way you’ve changed your mind.” Knightly raised one eyebrow and gave me the same look he did when he’d caught me flirting with the Fed Ex guy. “We can pretend you did if that would make you happier.”
Hmm…
“Maybe as a reward later you could… let’s call it forcefully show me I belong to you and can’t hide from what I want?” That would be fun. “After breakfast.”
Hmm.
I looked down at myself.
“And after playtime and once I’m in regular clothes?” When I was that deep in Little space the conversations were always fuzzy later, but I was pretty sure we’d talked about playtime and things like that for our third date.
Our fourth depending on how we were counting.
“How about after I get some questions answered first?” His glare had me trying not to smile. “I can’t be a good Daddy if I don’t know what one does.”
He was so cute.
“Yes, Sir.” Standing at attention had him rolling his eyes but he kissed my head as he walked past me into the house. “I can answer questions.”
Hopefully.
I’d never had to explain it before but it couldn’t be hard.
But I wasn’t sure he’d believe that, so I followed him into the kitchen and sat down at the table. He seemed perfectly content to take charge and I liked how he looked buzzing around my kitchen and making himself at home.
He did that very well and even started talking to himself about getting me more groceries when he realized I only had two eggs left. Finding everything he needed to make the waffles distracted him long enough that I finished waking up.
And realized I needed to actually answer questions so I could play later and be annoying enough to get good attention.
“I’m big and awake and not embarrassed in case you’re wondering.” He’d stayed and agreed to be my Daddy, and he’d shown up for breakfast, so I wasn’t worried. “You’re sneaky. I’m pretty sure we were going to have a sleepover. I was going to let you wear some of my grown-up pajamas.”
His scoff made me want to giggle, but I stayed big.
“You were going to try to talk me into a sleepover.” He seemed very confident about that, but we both knew he was weak when it came to Little me.
I’d gotten a very big second brownie and he’d brushed my teeth.
“I’m going to have to work on being sneakier so I get to ask for what I want before you come up with an argument against it.” Little me was up to the challenge. “I don’t mind hard work, though. Don’t worry.”
His bark of laughter made my Little side want to wiggle but I did my best to keep him in check. Daddy needed to talk to big me so he could relax later. He also needed to see I was consenting and to talk about limits since he seemed to know about those.
Had he said something about a BDSM club?
“I have no idea what to say to that.” Glaring at me again, he looked like a wonderfully serious Daddy and that just made the giggles want to come back. “I’m not sure about how Littles work, but I’m pretty sure telling me that you’re going to manipulate me isn’t how it’s usually done.”
“You’re the type to like truthful subs, but I can learn to lie and be sneakier if you want.” Maybe? “It’d be awkward while I learned, though.”
Warning him about that sounded like the best plan.
Yep.
Daddy winced as he started scooping out the mix into the bowl he’d picked out. “No, that makes me feel like a member of your family.”
Possibly.
Why had he picked that one?
It was for salad, not for stuff like making pancakes and waffles.
“I like them most of the time.” Kind of. “I’d prefer to like you all of the time, though.”
“Me too.” Daddy looked over his shoulder at me but he seemed kind of confused. “Okay. I accept your logic on being honest but I reserve the right to question it.”
If he wanted to… I was cuter when I was honest.
“Questions are always good.” He didn’t seem like the type to scream them at me, so it’d be fine. I’d already accidentally tested his patience yesterday without meaning to. “Where would you like to start?”
That wasn’t as easy as he seemed to have thought it would be because he took several deep breaths and checked on the waffle maker before coming back to it. “You’re okay with everything that happened last night, right?”
He really was a worrier.
“I know you’re worried about that answer, but from my perspective we were both on the same page with green being good as far as safewords go and I told you how I was feeling as we went along.” Hadn’t I? “So no consent issues on my part unless you feel like I took advantage of you.”
Should he have said yellow for something?
“I was green.” Knightly’s quick answer stopped my worries before they could get out of control. “I’m just used to different kinds of limits conversations before a scene.”
Before I could ask him what kind he’d have preferred to have, he glared and grumbled again. “Toys go up and toys go down isn’t as helpful as you thought it was.”
It was very helpful.
“It’s a fun toy with a mind of its own. Sometimes it’s up and sometimes it’s down. I have very little control over that aspect but it’s fun to play with either way.” It’d been a good explanation and he knew it too based on his groan.
“I’ve never been in this situation and I don’t know the…
let’s call it the conventions of this part of the lifestyle.
I don’t want to traumatize you or fuck things up.
” Once the batter went into the waffle iron, he huffed and turned that sexy expression back toward me.
“We don’t know each other well enough for some assumptions. ”
Okay, maybe.
“I know you get the mail at the same time every day except Wednesday because you go have dinner with your sister. I know you have a clear knight in shining armor complex because you should’ve saved yourself from the crazy people yesterday and didn’t.
” We were going to have to work on his self-preservation instincts.
“I know you read stories really good. I know you have the hots for the Chinese delivery guy who’s straight but has somehow learned to flirt with every gay or bi man he runs across. ”
That really should’ve clued me in faster, but in my defense, Daddy was nice to all the delivery people, so it hadn’t stood out as much as it should have. I was also giving myself leeway because I’d only seen him with women.
That made Daddy laugh. “He’s so straight he’s basically a ruler but he’s damned good at manipulating men for a bigger tip.”
Sadly, yes.
“I think he’s got a list somewhere of all the gay men in town.” Daddy hadn’t even set off my gaydar and mine was pretty good. Hmm. Was bi-dar different? I was going to have to think about that. “No more big tips for him. You’re mine.”
Something sparkled in his eyes but he held back his smile. “Deal.”
Good.
“Now. My questions.” Going back into serious Daddy mode, he started getting everything else ready for breakfast including pulling out some frozen sausages that went in the microwave.
I just ignored his wince at them. They were good.
“What does the toy explanation mean in actual practice? From what I was reading, there isn’t one set standard for it. ”
Oh, good question.
I had to think about how to answer it but that made me overthink it and it took me too long before I realized I just needed to keep it simple.
“Sometimes naughty playtime is fun and sometimes it’s not anything I think about in that headspace.” I shrugged, hoping that was a better explanation. “I don’t have strong limits around it as long as you’re on the same page with it.”
Daddy was the careful type but possibly not the tell me what’s worrying him type.
“Okay, that makes sense.” Frowning, he dug the syrup out of the pantry and went to pick out plates. “I don’t have a strong view on it from a purely logical standpoint, so I’m going to follow your lead when we’re playing.”
Oh, my cupcake plate.
“Works for me.” What else would a worrier need? “I’m good about communicating what I want as long as we count short sentences, but it’s always okay to tell me no and I expect you to use your safewords.”
Did I have to worry about that?
I really didn’t want to have to start worrying about what he’d do… one of us worrying was enough. Two would be unhealthy.
Daddy came over and kissed my head, crouching down so we were face to face. “You can trust me to safeword if I need to but we are going to run into more times where I’m confused because I’ve really never done this before.”
Kissing his cheek, I just couldn’t understand that. “But you’re a natural Daddy. How have you not done this before?”
He should’ve at least accidentally found a Little… boy… girl… any of them.
Daddy shrugged as the waffle maker beeped and he stood up. “I don’t know. It’s just not something I’ve run into or sought out before. I’ve met some of them at a BDSM club I used to go to but they were all in serious relationships and I mostly talked to their Doms. Daddies, I mean.”
That was weird.
“We’re everywhere and we’re cute.” It just didn’t make any sense. “You like taking care of people and you’re good at making breakfast food. I bet you even know the best way to make chicken nuggets.”
Oh.
Daddy blushed.
“What?”
He looked like he wanted to squirm.
“I like homemade chicken nuggets best.” Daddy stood straighter and glared when I giggled. “They’re healthier that way.”
“You’re the perfect Daddy. You even make nuggets.”
I’d won the Daddy lottery.
“Mine.”
Daddy sighed then laughed as he brought me over the first waffle because I was special. “Did you just claim me as yours?”
“Yes.”
“That’s what I thought.” Still smiling, he shook his head as he pointed to the butter. “We’ll come back to that, but for now, you can claim me as yours.”
Yay.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Mine. “Butter and syrup, please.”
I was a good boy and even put my hands in my lap as he cut my food. Daddy knew how to be a Daddy even if he didn’t realize it.
“There we go.” He even gave me a kiss on the head as he put my fork back down for me. “Do you want water or milk?”
“Milk.” Daddy was so Daddy he even went to get me a sippy cup. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome.” Daddy looked back at me and tried to be serious again. “Now, I have questions about cartoons and how many books we’re supposed to read at one time when you ask for a book.”
Ha.
“I like cartoons, Daddy.” And books. “I like your waffles too, Daddy.”
He groaned.
“That many?”
Daddy was smart.