Save Me Santa, page 6
And at that moment, I thought he needed some reassurance?
“I can honestly say that was the best kiss ever and I loved holding you in my arms.” As some of the tension eased out of his stance and his innocent smile came back, I knew I was on the right track. “And I can’t wait to get to know your little side and be your Daddy, and I can’t wait to get to know the needy sub who wants his Daddy to take charge or maybe his Dom to give him what he needs. They’re all important sides.”
Pressing a soft kiss to his smiling mouth, I marveled at the utterly innocent way he was smiling at me. “That’s what a Daddy is supposed to say. I’m so glad you’re such a good Daddy.”
God, he killed me.
Kissing him again, I stroked his face and looked into his Disney-level innocent eyes. “I’m glad you’re such a good boy and that you want to be a good sub and not just a good little. That makes me very happy, baby.”
Pressing him back against the door now that he’d backed down from the edge, I chuckled as he sucked in a breath. “I can’t wait to get to know you more and to have our first date. I have so many questions for you, baby.”
He let out a soft whimper as his head bobbed. “Daddies…Daddies sometimes have to ask embarrassing ones but that’s their job. They need to know things.”
I loved his fucking brain.
“That’s right, baby.” I smiled, whispering softly into his ear to make sure his nosy-ass roommates couldn’t hear. “But I’m not going to find them embarrassing. I’m going to love asking you all kinds of questions, and seeing you blush and get embarrassed is going to make me so hard.”
No point in hiding that fact.
I wanted him shy and blushing, not freaked out.
Bambi sucked in another breath but instead of worrying went boneless again. “It will? I…I want to make you happy, Daddy.”
That seemed to be a euphemism for turned on, so I nodded. “All you have to do is be honest and answer my questions even if it makes you squirm. It’s okay to let Daddy know that something makes you happy too. I’m going to love making my boy hard.”
And we were back at the edge again.
My needy boy had a bit more of a hair trigger than I kept expecting.
Easing back, I kissed his cheek and stroked his face as his thighs loosened around my leg. “Even if you think it would make your ridiculous roommates giggle and say something insane, I still want to know because I’ll never make fun of you for something that you’re fascinated about, baby.”
That had the morons in the hallway fighting about which one would say something mean to Brady.
He sighed, turning his head so he could glare at the door behind him. “I think we should go back to your place after dinner.”
My sweet boy was a genius.
“I think that’s a very good plan.” Ignoring the drama outside the door, I gave him a quick peck and eased back another inch, glancing around the room. “Is it okay if they hear you little later?”
I wouldn’t bet that I’d see his little side when he showed me his toys, but I thought I had pretty good odds. Bambi didn’t seem shy once he threw himself into something. In fact, I wasn’t sure shy was the right word…reserved with strangers, maybe?
He nodded, not even taking a moment to think about it. “Is it okay if they see you being Daddy later?”
Hmm, good question.
Taking a moment to think about it had him smiling sweetly at me and I finally had to shrug. “I don’t know, honestly. I’ve never been in this situation before. I think so, but I will safeword if I need to.”
That had him throwing his arms around my neck and hugging me tight. “I’m so glad you know to do that, but we’ll take it very slow. We’ll just play and I’ll show you my toys and maybe you could help me dress in something cute.”
That last part had me wondering how he’d envisioned his first playdate with his Daddy going.
“Alright.” Kissing his nose as he released me, I smiled as he giggled. “But we need to talk about limits very soon. I don’t want to accidentally push you into something you’re not comfortable with.”
Just because I’d saved him from the spider from hell did not mean he actually owed me anything or that I should be changing his clothes.
Or doing anything else, really.
But before I gave myself too much crap, I had to point out the number of times he’d used questionable logic to justify touching me and thanking me. Anyone who could threaten his roommates with his mother had to know how to tell me no.
Right?
Oh yeah, we needed to talk.
“Limits. Yes.” Giving me another beaming smile, he stood straighter. “I have a list already. I found one online. It’s good to be prepared. Should I email it to you?”
He’d what?
“Do you think your list applies to me now that we’ve met or do you want to go back and look at it again?” Hypothetical Daddy was different than real Daddy, right?
Bambi cocked his head and gave me a confused look.
So maybe not?
“No.” He seemed to decide I was sweet, though, because he kissed my cheek and smiled at me again. “Would you like me to send you my list?”
“Yes, baby.” Giving him another peck, I nodded. “And will you send me a blank copy or the link so I can fill it out before this afternoon?”
He started to nod, but then gave me the cutes pout. “That means you have to go soon, doesn’t it?”
“I think so.” Petting the side of his head, I kissed his nose again. “You’re very tempting, baby, and I want to make sure I know your limits and what you’re curious about before we do anything else.”
His smile turned positively sappy. “I’m tempting?”
That was the only part he’d heard?
Yep, we needed some space so he could think everything over.
“Yes, baby.” Quickly pinning him against the door again, I loved the way he sucked in a breath and then went completely boneless again. “Very tempting. But I’m going to be a good Daddy and let you send me your list and then you can read mine. Then if you’re good, I’ll be a very wicked Dom later.”
And we were back to his hard cock poking me again.
Yep, time for Daddy Jude to go home before Dom Jude got talked into something naughty by the cute sub.
One more kiss wouldn’t hurt, though.
Taking his lips in another long taste, I eased back as he was breathless and clinging to me again. “I’m going to give you my email and my number, then you’re going to be a good boy and send me the information, right?”
Again, he seemed to focus on one piece giving me a coy smile. “Can I text you, Daddy?”
Chuckling softly, I nodded and kissed his forehead as I stepped back. “I would like that.”
His beaming smile was back as he bounced and hurried over to his desk. “Something to write on. Something to write on.”
Something turned out to be construction paper and a black crayon.
I wasn’t even going to ask how he did his homework without something to write with, but I was hoping it was just because it was the holidays.
When he had my information and had promised one more time to send me his list, I gave him another peck and actually opened his door. Dumb and Dumber were still standing in the hallway. “You are going to learn to behave and will respect boundaries.”
Walking through the apartment before I could do something stupid to the idiots, Closet Dude seemed to sigh. “Man, why didn’t you say Daddies were hot?”
Good grief.
They were menaces.
But Bambi’s giggle said he wasn’t going to let me toss them out the window.
The still open fucking window.
Chapter 8
Brady
“Oh, Daddy likes sexy spankings. That’s good to know.” But not really a surprise coming from Daddy Jude. He seemed like the spanking Daddy type. “It’s very good that we both match on that.”
“I still don’t understand how that can be sexy.” Gareth kept looking at me across the table, terribly confused for some reason.
It was like he’d never been in a science or psychology class.
“Endorphins are wonderful things.” There were more scientific explanations I could give him, but I wasn’t sure he really wanted to know the details.
For some reason, people seemed to find that boring.
“But you’re not going to get hurt if he does that, right?” Gareth’s question had me looking up from the document Daddy had emailed back. “I know you said this is what you wanted, but now you’re getting it.”
And that seemed to be a problem somehow.
I just wished I knew why.
I’d been honest about what I wanted since we’d first met when we were rooming together freshman year. I wasn’t going to spend my time at college trying to hide a big part of myself and my life, so I’d laid it out on day one.
Unfortunately, dating hadn’t gone so well so this was the first time he was getting to see me actually dating a Daddy and not a dick.
“Yes, I am.” Deciding to tackle this problem head-on, I continued. “He’s a very good kisser. He’s nice to me. He told me I was very good at setting boundaries. He wants to play with me. He even wanted to do naughty things with me, but we have to wait until after we’ve had our first date. He’s taking very good care of me so far.”
“Thank you, baby.”
Oh dear.
That came from the window.
“You’re welcome, Daddy.” Glaring at the window, I sighed. “Why is that still open?”
I couldn’t remember the last time we’d closed it and I couldn’t remember why we’d opened it to begin with.
“That’s a very good question.” Daddy seemed pleased I’d decided to ask that question.
He really could hear everything.
Cash spoke up from the couch, aiming his voice toward the open window. “It’s stuck. The management company said they’re going to send someone but they haven’t.”
“Because the college is paying the heating bill.” Daddy was helpful again and called up from his apartment. “Tell them if it’s still not fixed this weekend when the temperature drops, you’ll call housing and complain.”
He was so helpful.
“Thank you. I’ll try that.” Cash sighed, but it was his job so he couldn’t complain.
For some reason no one took me seriously and Gareth always forgot or apologized his way into causing more problems. So Cash had accepted it was his role in our family, but he wasn’t aggressive enough to get anything done.
“Daddy, if we need help, could you call? I’m not sure they’re taking us seriously.” Cash mumbled something that included the words fuck yeah but I was focused on Daddy’s laughter.
“Yes, baby. I’ll call in the morning. I’m pretty sure they’ll have someone over tomorrow afternoon.”
“Hell yeah, man, because this is getting ridiculous.” That was not Daddy. “Oh, and good job finding a Daddy, cutie. We’ve been rooting for you.”
Hmm.
What was the polite response to that?
I couldn’t ask Gareth because he was gaping like a fish and Cash had his head buried in his hands.
“Thank you.” It seemed to work.
“Welcome.” The strange voice was cheerful, but I had no idea which neighbor that was.
My mother would kill me if she knew we’d been the complex nuisance neighbors but Daddy just kept laughing.
Yep, we definitely needed a Daddy in our lives even if I was technically the only little.
Gareth finally managed to close his mouth as his head came down to rest on the table. “I guess I won’t complain about the spanking thing.”
That was helpful.
“Thank you.” I reached over and patted his head. “It will be fine. I’m going to get a pretty pink ass and a wonderful orgasm and it will all be lovely.”
“Hell yeah, man. Go for it.” Again, the new voice was very enthusiastic.
But maybe it was time to change the subject or start whispering…before Gareth had a heart attack.
****
Daddy nearly giggled when I let him in the apartment and he saw our makeshift window. “Plastic wrap, huh? I was wondering why the sound had dropped.”
Beaming, I nodded. “I think the duct tape adds to the insulation as well.”
It’d at least stopped the constant flow of comments from the neighbors.
He nodded, still smiling as he kissed my cheek. “It’s a wonderful idea. I hardly heard anything all afternoon.”
“That’s great.” Shutting the door behind him, I just stood there bouncing a bit. I wasn’t sure what to do. “Now what?”
Daddy shook his head, grinning even wider. “First, where are your roommates?”
“They went to see a movie.” For some reason, Gareth had decided I needed privacy. I’d tried to explain that Daddy wasn’t going to spank me yet, but he’d still been worried or stressed about something. Cash had just shaken his head and followed Gareth to the movies.
They were odd sometimes.
“So we have the apartment to ourselves?” Daddy’s smile shifted into a sexy smirk that sent a shiver through me.
“Yes, Daddy.” I’m pretty sure it was that smirk that gave me the confidence to step closer and lean into his chest. “But we don’t have to have Daddy-little time if you’d rather do something else.”
I could do something else with Daddy.
We did have privacy after all.
As he wrapped his arms around me, sadly, keeping them high on my back, he chuckled. “Naughty boy, trying to distract me.”
Oh, was this a game where a naughty boy got a spanking?
“Not this time.” He kissed my nose, obviously psychic, his eyes twinkling as I pouted. “We’re going to take things one step at a time.”
That was frustratingly polite.
“Yes, Daddy.” I must’ve sounded dejected because he kissed my cheek.
“I want to see my cute boy’s little side.” He cocked his head, raising one eyebrow. “Or are you too shy to show me?”
“No.” Doing grown-up things with Daddy just sounded like a very good idea. I wasn’t sure it was good little manners to mention that part, but I didn’t want him to worry. “After the spanking conversation earlier, I’ve been…distracted.”
That was a good word for aroused, wasn’t it?
The twinkle in Daddy’s eyes said it’d been a very good word.
But it just got me a kiss on my nose.
“First playtime. Then first date. Then first fun time.” Resting his forehead against mine as I pouted, he looked very pleased with himself. “And no amount of pouting will change my mind. You deserve every step, so we’re not skipping any.”
Having an earnest Daddy was hard sometimes.
“Yes, Daddy.” Since pouting wouldn’t get me more grown-up naughty fun, I curled into him as he straightened. Resting my head on his shoulder, I let my mind wander. “We have a lot of shared preferences on our lists.”
Daddy chuckled softly. “I know. So many we seemed to have scared your roommate.”
Frowning, I looked up and nodded. “That was very odd. He’s known for several years that I wanted a Daddy.”
That had Daddy watching me curiously. “Yeah? How did you meet them?”
“We were freshman roommates.” Taking Daddy’s hand, I led him back to my bedroom as I told him the story. “We had this oddly shaped room with the three of us, but we had our own bathroom. It was great. But the first day after their parents left, I sat them down and explained that I was gay and a little and my parents lived entirely too close so my family would come over way too often.”
Daddy laughed, kissing my head. “I love that your family made the brace yourself list.”
I shrugged. “That’s the part that they didn’t believe, but they learned their lesson.”
Family was definitely harder to deal with than a cute kink.
I was an adorable little.
“They didn’t have an issue with the gay and kinky parts?” Daddy’s question was reasonable, but I shrugged.
“I’m not the most grown-up person in general, so I don’t think they were surprised.” As he chuckled, I squeezed his hand. “They had questions, and at first it was hard to get in the right headspace when they were around, but after a while it became normal for us. I think they saw that my little time made me more relaxed and gave me a way to decompress when college was stressful.”
I’d met entirely too many people who didn’t have any way to relax.
How did they not explode?
“Yeah.” Daddy nodded, stroking his fingers against mine. “I can see that being really helpful.”
He grinned as he looked around my room. “But I can also see that being messy. You have a lot of toys.”
Maybe.
“They all fit under my bed in the room, though. It was lofted.” I pointed to my plastic drawers and shelves. “They were on wheels and I’d slide them out and make a fort around me. With a sheet over the top, it was perfect.”
It’d taken up most of the floor space, but I’d been very good about putting them away when I was done.
Daddy’s smirk said he was probably envisioning chaos. “I bet you had a wonderful time.”
“I did.” Just looking at my toys and knowing I had a Daddy to share them with had me stretching up to kiss his cheek. “But I’m very organized. Everything has labels.”
I’d even gotten a label maker for Christmas last year to make sure it was perfect.
Daddy gave my hand a squeeze and leaned over to kiss my head. “Can I look at your toys? You did a good job organizing them.”
“Of course.” Releasing his hand, I gestured to my boxes and smiled. “Yes, which ones should we play with?”
Chuckling, Daddy walked over and found my Legos and then my action figures. “You’ve got great toys, baby.”
As he wandered around looking through more of the boxes, he glanced over at me. “This might seem obvious, but I want to check in with you about something, alright?”
Nodding, I stood straighter and clasped my hands in front of me. “Yes, Daddy.”
