Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Again, what he said completely made sense. “I guess that’s just it. I don’t fully understand what we’re doing. What does it mean for us?”
“Smart first question. Don’t fall in love with me. I’m aware that sounds like an asshole and likely a cliché thing to say but it’s very important. I’m not looking for romance. That’s not what this is about for me and I don’t think it’s what you want either. If it is, then we’re going to have to reevaluate what’s happening. This won’t be about love, Jared. Respect and care, yes, but not romantic love.” He cocked a brow. “I’d meant to have this discussion with you at the cabin before you ran off.”
My gut twisted; I wished I’d never done that. “I’m sorry, Sir. I was in denial.”
“It’s okay. It’s over. Unless it’s something I’ve told you that I plan to punish you for, once it’s done it’s done. My fault. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I said, the word felt more comfortable on my tongue. “I’m not looking for romance, either.” I wouldn’t know what to look for if I was. It was just something that had never been on my radar.
When I was young, I’d had no friends. College and law school had been the same. I’d been alone and working toward my goals. At the time, all I’d cared about was becoming a lawyer—about being someone who mattered. I’d tried to date women, it never worked, and it wasn’t until I realized I was gay that I understood why. But the thought of romance and dating was still not something I’d ever considered. I didn’t know if I was brave enough for it, for the possibility of rejection.
“Good. That’s very important to remember. This is about mutual needs and nothing more.”
I smiled at that. “Thank you for the warning. You sound like you’re in a romance movie.” Once I’d spoken, I wasn’t sure if I should have said it but Kieran only chuckled.
“If that changes, you need to tell me. It’s different for everyone. If you’re looking for more, I can help you find a Daddy who would be more suitable for you.” His words were spoken just like he’d asked the weather, as if he wasn’t talking about finding someone else to be a Daddy to me.
My pulse jackhammered at that.
I didn’t want anyone else. I didn’t trust anyone else.
“I know there has to be more,” he continued and I tried to focus on that.
After I took a drink of my juice, I asked, “You said I’m always to call you Sir or Daddy…but what if we’re out? And are you talking every time I speak to you? That’ll get a bit tiring…Sir,” I added at the last minute.
“When we’re out, you can call me Sir or Kieran. As far as the rest of it…if we’re playing, I expect it to be used, especially when I tell you to do something. If it’s a situation where I’m caring for you in the Daddy/boy dynamic, it should be used. It pleases me to command you and for you to answer with Sir or Daddy in return. What pleases me pleases you, does it not?”
I thought for a moment, even though the truth was already there. “Yes, Daddy. It does.”
“Good boy. As for the rest of it, you can call me Sir or Daddy whenever you want to—when you feel the need to. I don’t expect it to be at the end or beginning of every sentence you speak to me. That would be a bit redundant.”
Thank God for that. “Last night you said no one could touch me unless you said they could…does that mean you’ll want me to be with other men?” I had to admit, my gut tangled slightly at the thought. I wasn’t sure if I wanted…what? Kieran to loan me out to his friends? Or to invite his friends over to fuck me? But then, there were whispers deep inside of me that I tried to ignore, yearnings to be taken by more than one man. To feel used.
“I haven’t decided, yet. But if I do, it’ll be because it’s what’s best for both of us. You have to remember, Jared, I want to take care of you. I want to be in control of your body and your needs; if I’m doing something that’s wrong for you, I’m failing at my job. At my responsibility. I don’t like to fail—we have that in common. Sometimes, you might not understand what I do or say. You might feel like you don’t want it, but you need to know that if I do something, I truly believe it’s what’s best for you. And if I’m wrong, you know your safe word.”
I nodded. I don’t think he believed me because he added, “This doesn’t work without complete trust. You must trust me. And I’ll earn that trust. Any Dom or Daddy who doesn’t, isn’t worth your time.”