Chapter 17

Tyson

Whatever he was thinking would just end up with me getting an ulcer, so I didn't ask and instead went back to the original question. "No. I have not told her anything personal about you because I consider your kinks, preferences, and means of relaxation to be private."

Dessie scrunched up his face and looked very thinky. "I can understand that."

But?

I knew it was coming and tried to be patient.

"But what if she sees my toys?" Wiggling back and forth and clearly descending into his little headspace even faster, he frowned adorably. "My new binkie got here today and you said my jammies would come too. She's gonna have questions."

He wasn't wrong.

He also wasn't done talking.

"She might see them in the wash. She might think it was weird if we did the laundry. She might put away your clothes and then see mine. She might find my binkie." Barely taking a breath, Dessie leaned in close and rested his forehead against mine. "Does she know not to look in the drawer by the bed?"

He had a fascinating way of seeing the practical side of the situation.

"Yes." That made his eyes go wide. "But I'm a grown-up, so me having private things in my drawer would not surprise her. She's good about respecting my privacy, though."

I had a feeling her mother had given her a list of shit that she shouldn't do because we'd never had an issue with anything like that.

"Then can we put my binkie next to your stuff?" He meant my condoms and lube but for some reason didn't seem to want to say it.

"Yes. I think that's a very good plan, at least until we figure out where your playroom will go." For some reason, that very logical boundary had his eyes bugging out. "She'll have to see it because it will need to be vacuumed. I know you. There will be cookies and crackers in every corner if we're not careful."

And I was not going to spend our time together cleaning.

Not unless it was cleaning cum or other sticky things off Dessie.

"She'll think it's some kind of sex dungeon if I don't explain what's in it." Or worse. "If I don't give her a good answer, she'll call her mother."

"I get a playroom?" Dessie's response was so unexpected that it took my brain a few seconds to catch up.

"Yes?" Wait. We'd gotten off track somewhere. "Why wouldn't you want a playroom?"

Austin had one for Charlie and he wasn't even Austin's sub, child, or weirdly defined alternative partner. Dessie was my little and clearly something else to me, so I should get to have one for him too.

"Because. Well. You." Dessie stopped and shoved his thumb in his mouth. It seemed like the universal sign for a little who needed a moment, so I waited, just grateful his give me a second to think didn't include alcohol or drama.

After a few moments, he removed his thumb and leaned his forehead against mine again. "Because you'd have to keep me if you did that, Daddy. It's the rules. Austin said so. Once a little gets a playroom, you have to keep them."

Did he think I was stupid or did he think he was saving me from myself since I didn't know the rules?

"Yes, I got that memo as well." Along with the one that made sure to explain the digestive issues a little could run into if they were allowed to pick out every meal.

Austin's mind was a curious place, but he had a point about the importance of vegetables.

He'd even included links to several mommy bloggers who showed their viewers how to hide vegetables from cranky toddlers.

"Then you know?" Dessie sat back and frowned, head cocking to the side. "You know?"

Stupid.

He'd thought he needed to save the stupid Daddy from himself.

Well, at least he wasn't going to move in without having a conversation about it first.

"Yes. I know." That didn't make it better, though. His face stayed scrunched up, radiating confusion. "But how about we make a list of things we need to work out before you have a playroom here?"

It'd take me at least a month to find a discreet contractor to do the work anyway.

The one who built the club should be able to work me in, but I knew to get the best service, I'd need to get Austin to introduce us first. I wasn't supposed to know about the guys' personal lives, so it would get awkward without Austin there to tell me what I already knew.

Blinking, Dessie put his thumb in his mouth again and something about the way he was looking at me said he'd gotten littler again.

Hmm.

"I like lists." Yes, we could make it fun and stop him from worrying about whatever he thought I'd done wrong.

Nodding slowly, the thumb came out at a snail's pace, but once it was out, he leaned against me and stared into my eyes again. "No rush Daddy. I good boy."

Oh.

"Austin said not to rush Daddy, huh?" Yep. Dessie nodded. "Well, Austin wouldn't think it was rushing to have a list. He likes plans too."

He'd need the ability to appreciate a good to-do list if he was actually going to take over the world.

Dessie's eyes and lips all pulled in tight making him look constipated instead of just thinking too much. Thankfully, the disturbing expression didn't last long. "Okay. Lists."

Since that seemed to be a just lists kind of statement, I decided to stay within what appeared to be his limits.

As long as I could figure out what those were.

"I'll go first." That sounded like a Daddy thing to do and made him happy for some reason, but his cheek pats and beaming smile were distracting. "Um, we should make sure I know how to take care of you and what kinds of toys you like."

And he was back to radiating skepticism.

What had I done wrong already?

"That's important so I know what the playroom should look like and…and it will make me more confident." That was a stab in the dark but the smile was inching brighter.

But what had I done right?

"Good boy, Daddy." Dessie's enthusiastic praise and cheek kiss were sweet but not helpful. "And?"

He wasn't feeling like giving me clues either.

Great.

"I…" What else? "We'll need to come up with an explanation for what to tell my housekeeper."

I thought that one was self-explanatory since we'd just gotten done talking about it, but Dessie's proud smile said otherwise.

All right, we were stating the obvious too.

"We'll…We need to discuss limits in more detail, including boundaries, like how much time you expect to have to yourself." Hmm. I got the confused face again. "You might actually want space from me once in a while. Some littles do. I read it online."

Dessie pulled back and frowned like he'd eaten something sour. "No."

When his thumb went back in his mouth, I realized he thought that was a complete answer. "Alright, I'll remember that."

And I'd remember to ask him a few clarifying questions at a later date.

Dessie nodded but that was about it, and I realized he was waiting for my next stupid response. "We need to start having dates out in public?"

I wasn't so sure about that answer any longer, but he smiled around his thumb.

Maybe I wasn't as dumb as he thought?

What would normal dating people do?

What would other types of submissives do?

What had Austin done?

Firstly, he'd bought his way into Silas's business. "I need to bring you into work and show you what I do?"

I didn't think the business ownership part was an issue for us, so I was glad when his smile said I'd guessed right.

Dating a little was harder than Austin had said it would be.

"We need to go to the club so I can meet your friends." When that answer got me a beaming smile, I felt my IQ climb significantly. "And we need to explore other parts of the club together to see what we're both curious about. I've heard there are themed rooms."

Dessie giggled around his thumb but didn't shake his head or look at me like I was a few crayons short of a box.

"I don't really have friends to introduce you to." I wasn't upset about that, so I shrugged when Dessie looked like he was going to pout. "People are generally annoying and are usually hiding too many secrets."

It was frustrating.

"But when we're ready with good explanations, I'll introduce you to my housekeeper and the staff in general. There aren't many, but they're mostly relatives and people who've worked for my family their whole life." I knew that wasn't how most people found help, but I wasn't going to worry about it.

Nodding, Dessie gave a happy wiggle and snuggled close again. That seemed to mean that we were done planning the list, so I wrapped my arms around him and stroked his back. "It's a bit of a list, but we'll start working our way through it."

He seemed content with that plan, but he poked me with one finger. "And yes, we won't rush me."

Clearly, I was the weak link in our mental health bridge.

Yep. He nodded again.

My sigh made him giggle and I found myself smiling as I kissed his head. "I don't know what you're worried about. It's not like I've started renovating the house to make sure you have an office and enough closet space."

I'd just had the plans drawn up.

Dessie snorted around his thumb, but I ignored that since it wasn't a word or helpful.

"Now, I know you had dinner with your friends, but are you still hungry? I've got ice cream if you need a treat." Catching myself before I said dessert, because we'd both started to respond to that like we were Pavlov's dog, I smiled as he wiggled and sighed.

That did not seem like he needed anything else to eat.

"Should we get you dressed in your jammies and then find a cartoon?" We'd mentioned watching a movie after dinner but that'd been in a date night discussion, not a little night conversation. I thought the plan would still work great, though, but I waited to see what he would think.

Slow nod.

All right, we were close.

"How about bath time, then pajamas and cuddles while we watch cartoons?" His regular nod was back, but I hummed and made a thinking sound. "Then what should we do? Just go to bed? You're not hungry, so you don't need dessert."

That got a giggle from the snuggly boy and he reached out to start walking his fingers over my chest. I managed not to laugh but it was difficult. Playing dumb was the funniest thing I could do, so I made another thoughtful sound. "Daddy needs to get a bath too? Okay. I like bubbles."

And we now had assorted scents we could choose from.

He squirmed and huffed.

I was back to trying not to laugh because it was obvious he wanted to be able to agree with that suggestion but it wasn't all he wanted. "No bubbles?"

My stupid question made him groan and I couldn't stop my chest from jerking as I held back laughter.

Dessie sat up, crossing his arms awkwardly over his chest so he didn't have to take his thumb out as he glared at me. He was adorable when he was frustrated and it was just so perfect I laughed out loud that time. "I'm sorry."

Giving him a kiss on his nose, I cupped his cheek. "Bath time and then cuddles and then dessert at bedtime?"

His excited nod made me chuckle but he didn't mind that time. "Alright, happy cuddles in the tub or with dessert?"

It hadn't even occurred to me that he wouldn't want an orgasm, but his surprised expression and the way he rocked his hips against me said he hadn't been expecting it.

Had it been actually discussing it that'd surprised him?

Kissing his nose again as I pretended not to see his reaction, I frowned and tried to look like I was thinking. "Happy cuddles in the bath would make them less messy. But I like them with dessert too."

Cocking my head and aiming for confused Daddy, I sighed. "What should we do?"

My adorable brat actually dug his phone out of his back pocket and frowned around his thumb as he looked at the time. The obvious answer was both, but now the question was…did he think he could make it?

Was there a word for playing with a soft dick until he had to have an orgasm?