Chapter 10

Dessie

"He texted to warn me about Austin." What else? "He flirted with me but wanting to protect me from Austin is really cute."

So it definitely deserved to be mentioned twice.

"He…he teased me about something close to spankings at the very least." Yes, that was important to remember. Tyson wasn't the type of alpha to flirt with just anyone. "He said he was hard and he didn't seem to mind me calling him Daddy during our texts."

Yes, getting hard was a good thing.

"He didn't even mind that I was hard or that I told him he had to stop teasing me." I liked being teased but reacting at work would get me attention I wasn't ready to handle.

I wasn't worried about them being rude or just mean with their teasing but it would be worse than that.

They'd ask questions.

And Daddy wasn't ready to help me figure out how to answer them yet, so we'd wait.

Being patient wasn't an issue—I'd even explained that to Austin when he'd been texting me at an ungodly hour—but the alphas that I worked with were mostly from the club and they'd be a pain in the ass about it.

And not the good kind of ass pains.

"We're going to take this at our own pace and I'm just going to keep reminding myself that Daddy Tyson had a nice time yesterday and he was flirting with me today." Yes, that was the important part to remember. "He sent me a link to directions to his house so I didn't have to worry about getting lost."

Oh, he'd even texted first so I hadn't needed to worry about what to do.

It'd been a quick good night text where he'd said that he'd had a good time, but I had a feeling that had been hard for him.

"He was hard and orgasmed on our date. I made him feel good about himself." Yes, those were super important things to remember. "He wasn't too self-conscious to enjoy our time together and he even told me to suck on his other nipple."

It'd felt important once I'd lain down for the night and started thinking about it, but I might've been overthinking everything about it.

What else did I know that wasn't possible overthinking?

"He asked me to meet him for dinner and he made it clear he wanted to have some sort of sexy times." That had been more than obvious. "He didn't mind me calling him Daddy."

Tyson didn't seem to be great at the advocating for what he liked part of BDSM, but his silence and his expression gave a lot away. We might've been texting instead of talking, but I'd been picturing him smiling, not worrying or uncomfortable.

"He was hard." That was important enough to keep adding back into the list. "Yes, this is going to be fine. Second dates aren't as hard as first dates. I already know he finds me fuckable at the very least, and he thought my little side was cute."

We already had a lot more in common than the past five guys I'd dated combined.

"I'm just—" I managed not to scream when the phone rang, but I was very grateful that I'd been stuck at the same red light forever. "Oh, Austin."

Normally I was very good about taking calls through the speaker thing in the vehicle, but Austin was not someone I wanted to take the chance of anyone else overhearing. No. That had the potential to be bad, so I quickly disconnected the call from the car and answered it. "Hello."

"Don't be so cheerful. I've been going insane. Tyson said you had a nice date and you looked like you had a nice date but I haven't heard it from you personally." Barely taking a breath, he charged right back in. "I didn't even bug you at work. Silas said I couldn't. You're important."

I was basically a very well-paid admin and peacekeeper so the office full of Doms didn't kill themselves or each other.

Hmm, I guessed I was more important than I was giving myself credit for.

"I appreciate you being so patient and thank you for realizing how important my job is." The governor had gone through five people before I'd gotten the job. They'd made the mistake of not deliberately looking for someone in the lifestyle and hadn't realized how annoying that many Doms in one place could be to the average person.

They'd tried to hire three betas in a row.

Sadly, there wasn't a Daddy in the entire office, but it was a good place to work and I knew how to handle them.

Job security was a wonderful thing.

Sighing dramatically, Austin sounded like he'd collapsed on some kind of fainting couch. "You have no idea how hard it's been."

I had a pretty good idea since he'd gone over to bug Daddy.

"You're amazing." And really cute when he was worried, so I didn't bother reminding him that he'd texted me first thing. "But you don't need to stress about anything. I had a nice night and Daddy was flirting with me earlier when he texted me."

Squealing, Austin made me laugh. "You called him Daddy."

Rolling my eyes, I grinned even wider. "He likes it and it feels right. We're not rushing things, though."

Letting out a deep breath, Austin sounded like he was working through his stress all over again. "Yes, not rushing because he has things he needs to work through and you have trust issues."

I'd have been offended if he weren't so right.

"We're both more than aware of our strengths and weaknesses, and we're processing them appropriately." My therapy speak had Austin groaning. "So far, so good. Promise."

Wondering what I could tell him that wouldn't fuck with Tyson's privacy, I tried again. "I think I'm good for him and I think it was good for him to see that I wasn't turned off. He's good for me because he honestly has no preconceived notions about what a Daddy should be."

Austin let out a relieved sigh. "But he's a natural, right? He seems like a natural and he wasn't weirded out by anything he and I talked about before I introduced you."

Not wanting to know what things Austin had tortured Daddy with, I focused on the positive. "Yes, he's a natural and is very sweet. I think his public side and his private side will be very different, though, so I won't be surprised about that."

I'd spent some time looking Daddy up online and he frowned a lot.

And a lot people used four-letter words every time they said his name.

Austin laughed, so I knew I was right. "Oh yeah, but he was smiling when you were having dinner and he looked relaxed. I thought that was a good thing."

When he wasn't thinking about killing Daddy, but I was hoping he'd forgotten that part. "I'm glad."

"And don't worry. He really is as comfortable with the diaper thing as he sounds." Austin decided it was time to torture me for some reason. "I asked him why and he said that if he was comfortable licking an omega's ass, why should he complain about changing a diaper, and you know, he has a point."

Good grief.

"Why are you trying to kill me?"

He snorted. "Because all you told me this morning was that it was a great night and you had fun on your date. That was it."

Daddy was right. Austin was a pain in the butt.

"You messaged me at five in the morning. I don't think you'd even been to bed yet." He was lucky I hadn't tattled on him to Silas.

"Bullshit." He sounded so sincere I pictured him rolling his eyes. "I slept great."

He slept so great he had to tell me all about it. "I just had to be up for a meeting. Time zones suck big hairy donkey balls. When I rule the world, I'm going to make everyone use my time zone. Wherever I'm living will become the default time for the rest of the world. They'll learn to adapt."

It took me several seconds too long to realize he'd hung up and that traffic had finally started moving again.

As I tried to decide if he was fucking with me or not, I finally ended up at Tyson's house and I was so distracted I almost didn't register that it was nearly as big as Austin's until I was at the gate. "For Pete's sake."

Okay, from what I could see, it wasn't as grand and dramatic as Austin's but it was still big enough that it felt like I'd ended up on another planet. "The man who likes information is going to like privacy."

I probably should've realized that but it hadn't registered.

I'd been thinking more about his cuddling skills than what his vague job description meant. Working in information did not mean that he owned some kind of info tech company. No. It meant he owned several of those companies and that he owned a newspaper and was rumored to have a network of spies like some kind of mastermind.

He wasn't James Bond…he was that overdressed alpha's boss.

That was actually weird, but it explained why we'd gone on our first date in Austin's backyard and why I had instructions to pull directly into his garage.

"Yes, I do enjoy my privacy." The voice that came through the speaker box by the gate was filled with just enough delight that he made me roll my eyes. "I can see that."

Of course he could.

"I'm being very good and not saying anything where I might be overheard." Not that I thought it could happen.

Tyson's house was at the back of Austin's development and I'd taken some kind of back road to get there. The chances of anyone realizing there was a second entrance to the development was slim to none.

Did Austin know?

Did Daddy own the back road?

"I appreciate that." Tyson still sounded like he wanted to laugh but he managed to hold it back. "Come on up."

As the gate opened, I turned off the GPS directions and followed his order. The winding driveway blocked most of the view of the house, but as I got close, I realized it looked like some stone manor from the English countryside.

"Well, at least it's not as big as Austin's." Wondering how many people it took to clean the place, I pulled up to the house and chuckled as a garage door opened. There were four to pick from, so I was glad I hadn't needed to guess which one to pull up to. "There is no way he could've gotten this much privacy in an apartment or even those nice condos the governor used to live in down at the lake."

Hmm.

"Wait. Had the internet said where he lived?" Austin's house was all over every fashion and lifestyle page because of some interviews he'd done in the past, but even after poking around about Tyson's life, I couldn't remember anyone mentioning his house. "I'm going to need to list out my questions before I get distracted again."

As I parked the car and turned it off, a side door to the house opened and Tyson came out in a white button-down shirt open at the collar, looking like he just came out of a board meeting where he'd given Austin a run for his money.

It was sexy as fuck, but I was going to do my best and not jump him like I was a rabid squirrel.

Tyson gave me a heated look as he walked around the front of the car and I barely held back a happy giggle when he opened the driver's side door. "It's good to see you."

"Hi. I'm glad." Swallowing back a moan as he reached in and trailed a hand over my lap to unbuckle my seat belt, I was proud of myself for not humping his hand. "I…I'm excited to be here."

I probably would've worded that better if I'd been able to think but there wasn't enough blood left in my brain for that. Tyson's brain was running at full speed, though, and he reached in to give my lap a pat. "I can see that."

Die or orgasm?

Both?

As my face got hot, Tyson chuckled and looked positively wicked. "Come here."

Since that order came with a tight hug and wandering hands, I was more than happy to obey it and pressed my face against his shoulder. He made a happy sound and rocked me forward to press the front of my body against his. "That's much better. I kept thinking I was imagining how good it felt to hold you but I hadn't."

Relief flooded through me and killed a few more brain cells as it filled me. "I woke up thinking about you snuggling me and it was so good I was going to jerk off and then Austin texted me and well…things didn't go as planned."

Hmm.

Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that part of my day.

Tyson let out a very naughty Daddy laugh and gave my ass a firm pat before moving his hand to my lower back again. "It seems like my boy woke up ready to come."

When I nodded, he chuckled and his hold tightened. "Should I make you tell me what you woke up thinking about?"

I couldn't hold in the groan that escaped first, but after he finished making another happy sound, I sighed. "I'll tell you if you want me to, Daddy."

It involved his hands and my lips on his body…but he might want a drink and some cuddles before I gave him the details.

"Such a naughty boy." Making a tsking sound, he shook his head. "Just talking about how wicked you were is making you hard."

It seemed Daddy was in the mood to tease.

Maybe I was getting a spanking later?

"No, Daddy." Using his words as a jumping-off point, I rocked against him and made a soft, needy sound. "I got hard thinking about you."

That wasn't a lie either, so it made the whole scene more fun and got a low, rough sound from Daddy. "What were you thinking about then?"

Not sure if I wanted to giggle or blush, I decided that honesty was the best policy. "Climbing you, Daddy, and rubbing against you. I've been thinking about you all day."

And his flirty texts hadn't helped the situation.

My naughty little side and my naughty big side were both bouncing around inside me and I wasn't sure who to give attention to first. "And I didn't get to come, Daddy. Your texts made me even harder. I've been so good."

Oh, hadn't I told myself I was going to do my best to be a good grown-up on my date?

Oops.

Daddy made a low, sexy hum but then he sighed. "Oh, I don't know about that."

Oh dear.

What had Austin told him?

Before I could decide how to ask in a way that wouldn't make me sound guilty, Daddy stepped back just enough to pick me up. As his hands went under my ass, I gasped and clung to him like a monkey. "Daddy."

He just chuckled and shut my door before carrying me into the house. But he didn't stay quiet very long and the sexy, rough tone to his voice was dangerous. "I think we need to talk about what you're considering good behavior before we do anything else."

Interesting.

Did I want to apologize first or encourage whatever he was thinking?

Trying to decide what I could've done wrong and what the consequences might be, I did my best not to hump him until I figured out a few more details. "Was I naughty, Daddy?"

Yes, questions first and not confessions…especially since I wasn't sure what I'd supposedly done.