Chapter 12

Leaning back on the arm of the couch, Trinity rested against my chest as she clicked through the channels. We"d had dinner, she"d helped me clean up and I"d given her a t-shirt to change into. Over the time we"d spent apart, I hadn"t dreamed Trinity would show up at my house unannounced like she had. Keeping her for three days, not having to share, I was going to take advantage of every second.

I drew circles on her silky thighs with my fingertips. My lips twitched, feeling the goosebumps popping under my touch. Keeping my touch innocent was priority. Pushing her too soon would kill me. I needed to build trust between us. We"d shared intimacy, I"d learned the spots that caused her breath to hitch. There was a ticklish spot on her right hip that made her arch away.

In the short time I"d had her in my arms, I"d memorized all those hot zones for her. Trinity would be shocked to find out what I knew about her and her body. I doubted any other lover of hers had taken the time to learn about her. Which was a shame, every woman, hell, person should have someone who worshiped them. Especially my baby. I longed for her to feel needy enough to demand what she wanted. My babygirl should always be mindless with desire when she was in my bed or any other surface I could get her on.

"Rogue?"

"Yeah, babygirl?" I nuzzled the side of her neck exposed by her hair pulled into a messy bun.

"I really like this."

"I"m glad. Has no one ever just snuggled you before?"

"No, mainly I just had hookups. There was some foreplay, ya know, nothing extensive. Kissing, touching… enough to relax enough to stretch me. You"re the first person I ever slept with."

"That night you fell asleep here was the first time?" I asked. How the hell could that be? She was twenty-six, yet no one had invited her for a sleepover? Once she was in my bed, I knew I"d never let her leave.

She nodded. "I always went to the hookup spot. Everyone I met was closeted. Other than exchanging texts with when and where, there wasn"t any other interaction."

"I don"t get that. You meet a woman you"re interested in, you show them respect. Buy or cook them dinner. Demand enthusiastic consent."

"Like you did when we made out." Her voice sounded shy.

"Yeah, I wanted to make sure you were with me every step of the way. I want you needy… demanding," I whispered and then sucked at the pulse beating on the side of her throat. "You feel so good in my arms… against me." My voice dipped lower, turning gruff, and I looped my arms around her waist to tug her closer to my chest. "I may have lied about letting you leave."

She let out the cutest giggle as I slipped my left hand under her shirt to stroke over the soft curve of her belly. Teased over the slight, adorable rolls. My short nails circled her belly button. I didn"t move higher than that. Even when her hips became restless, I kept my touch innocent. I wanted her to demand what she required from me. Every yes that slipped from between her beautiful, plump lips would be one I earned.

"I"m sure you"ve done this a lot."

I frowned at her insecure tone. Raising my right hand, I turned her until I could see her gorgeous brown eyes. "No, not like this. Yes, I"ve cuddled and hung out with people I"ve dated in the past. We both have pasts. Yet, none of them made me feel the way you have since I met you."

Her gaze dropped to my mouth. "I don"t understand that. I"m just me."

"And you"re perfect." I pinched her chin hard when she started to roll her eyes. "Don"t do that. We both have insecurities. I"ll respect yours but I won"t put up with you putting yourself down."

"You-you"re insecure?"

"Everyone is about something. Sometimes I have body dysmorphia, days I wear my binding tape even around the house. Or my packer. Gender for me, is confusing."

"In what way?"

"I"m not Trans. I have no urge to transition or go through surgeries. I just find the norms arbitrary. Clothes have gender. Jobs have gender. I never got it. Maybe I had more freedom to experiment with my gender presentation because of having a Trans mom." I took a deep breath and tried to figure out how to explain, but that was never easy for me. "When Mama raised me on her own, none of that shit mattered. I wore what I wanted. I told her my pronouns depending on the day." I chuckled. "Sometimes by the hour. And she just went with it. It"s hard to explain, but I"m sure it"s the same for you."

She nodded as her gaze locked with mine. "I always felt different. It got so much more confusing when Freida started doing the traditional girly rites of passage. Bra shopping. A dress for a big thirteenth birthday party. She"d never cared about all that, and then overnight it was so many changes. And I had the cracking voice. Hairs started popping up. I was envious and had no idea why." Trinity laid down on my shoulder and tucked her head under my chin. "Then I went to the library, I think I was sixteen at the time. It was the only safe place to do searches. My parents were strict about what I searched online."

"I can"t imagine living with the fear and uncertainty you and my mama went through. She explained some of it. But it"s very much an individual experience." I hugged her upper chest and she wrapped her soft hands around my forearms. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"When we get to the sex part of our relationship is there anything you don"t like? What do you want your genitals called?"

"No, I"m a bottom, so I loved being fucked… loved on. Cock, clit, I"m not particular. I haven"t really done this since I started my transition. My body and its reactions are a bit of a mystery, well, not so much now."

I grinned. "I don"t want to ruin this for either of us. So I figured I should ask, even though I"ve already had you in the palm of my hand."

"What about you? Anything you don"t like?"

"Not really. I"ve topped from the bottom a few times. Enjoyable, but not my favorite thing. Couldn"t really get out of my head for it. Penetration is fine. Won"t ever say no to getting head from my beautiful babygirl. I"m pretty sex-positive. I think the getting fucked was uncomfortable mostly because I didn"t really trust the person I was with."

"You"d let me…" She stopped and cleared her throat.

"If that"s something you wanted. I adore you… I trust you. But that"s something you have to be completely comfortable with."

"What"s with being called Daddy? That seems gendered."

"It"s a state of mind. I love a little Daddy Kink in the bedroom. The way you whispered it all breathless when I edged you turns me on every time I think about it."

Her body arched a bit, her back losing contact with my stomach. My nipples tightened and heat built between my thighs thinking about playing with my babygirl. She was used to cis-men. She was in for a treat when she finally let me seduce her.

"I liked calling you Daddy," she whispered as if she were embarrassed.

"Nothing to be ashamed of. What happens between us whether that"s sexually or not is for us. No one needs to know or judge."

"I told Freida."

"Told her what?" I thought I knew. From her reactions that night, I sensed I"d overwhelmed her. I was glad she had a friend she was comfortable going to with questions.

"That you called yourself Daddy. I needed advice."

"That"s fine. I"m not ashamed. You also wanted help processing. You"ve told me that you weren"t raised in a very open and sex-positive home. It happens."

"I just wanted you to know. I didn"t want to keep secrets."

"No need to feel guilty about talking to your best friend. Freida knows you best. Knows what your growing up was like. It"s understandable you"d go to her. Should I buy her flowers again?"

"Probably not, at first she thought the entire night sucked and she"d have to defend my honor."

I joined her in laughter as I hugged her tighter. "Why doesn"t that surprise me? She seemed a bit untrusting of me when I arrived to pick you up at your place."

"That had nothing to do with you. She"s always been protective of me. I was quiet and shy, so Freida felt the need to step in when I got bullied. It wasn"t bad. Some kids got it worse."

"Still not right. I bet you were adorable." I chuckled as she pinched my arm at calling her adorable.

"I was awkward and too skinny, nerdy. Education was very important to my parents. I was first-generation American. They moved to the US after they married. I was born a few years later."

"That has to be a lot of pressure."

"It was but I understood. I think that"s why coming out was so hard. Disappointing them was my biggest fear."

"And I get that in some way. Although, you were miserable until you escaped that town."

She lapsed into silence but cuddled closer to me. Trinity picked the remote back up and started scrolling again. I didn"t mind, even our silences were comfortable. I don"t remember being with someone with no need to fill the quiet with something. We had our talked and we were good.

I was content to cuddle her until it was time to go to bed and I was really looking forward to holding her in my arms all night.