Chapter 5

How would I ever pay Daddy back for this? I didn't have any real savings. Maybe two hundred dollars at most, which wouldn't get me much. Surely not enough to get a car fixed, especially not that little piece of crap that I had. I mean, it had gotten me around for the last two years, thankfully, but I knew it wasn't gonna last long and Grandma had it before me.

"What's got you so worried over there, sweet boy?" Daddy had just finished talking to the tow truck people and slid his phone back in his pocket.

"I can't afford this. I only have a little bit of money in my savings, and I'm sure it's gonna cost more than that to fix it." There, I was honest and didn't talk too much. Go me!

"Well, I do have two vehicles. Both of which I would feel much better knowing that you're driving because not only are they insured, but they're well-maintained and safe."

"But Daddy…"

"Don't ‘but Daddy' me. I'm putting my foot down on this one, Jamie. I know we're new to each other, but you know how Daddies are with their boys. We're protective and that's not a bad thing."

Did I tell him I didn't know that, not really? Because no Daddy ever took care of me. No Daddy ever stayed around more than a couple of weeks.

"Why don't you pack a bag and come home with me? We'll meet the tow truck driver on the way so we can give him the key, and then you can stay the night at my house. If that's all right with you?"

I was glad I'd done laundry before going over to Henry's house. I packed a pair of slacks and a shirt for work, clean pajamas, and Sloffers and Kiki. My toothbrush was already in the front zipper of my backpack, so I grabbed the rest of my toiletries.

"I'm ready, Daddy."

He slid the backpack from my arm and followed me out. After I locked the door, I took the car key off my keychain and handed it to him. Daddy seat-belted me in, and we left. "What kind of car is this? It's nice." And fancy, but I left that part out. This car easily cost more than my annual salary.

Daddy smiled and winked at me.

My insides went all fuzzy.

"I would say it's a mid-life crisis, but I'm only thirty-eight. It's an Audi TT Mk3. Not as crazy expensive as it looks, but fun to drive just the same. Can you drive a stick shift?"

"No, Daddy, and I'd be afraid to drive a car this fancy." I could see myself accidentally hitting the gas too hard and driving it into a brick wall.

"No problem. I have an SUV at home that you can use. The clinic isn't far from my house, and I actually walk to work sometimes when the weather is nice." We pulled in near my car where a giant truck was. "Wait here, I'll be right back."

I watched as Daddy talked to the big hairy man and handed him the key. My poor little car sat there all alone, wondering what was going on. Did you bury cars when they died? If they couldn't fix it, should we have a funeral? It was the only car I'd ever had and even though it's old, and ugly, and kinda beat-up, I'd be sad when it died for good.

Just like Grandma.

"All good." Daddy got in and clicked his belt on. "The mechanic will assess it tomorrow and give me a call. Why are you so quiet over there?"

How much did I say? I was worried about paying him back. I was worried about whether or not I'd still have a car. I was worried about how to get to work. I was basically worried about everything right now. And if I said anything to him, he'd just want to fix it and that didn't seem fair. "It's just a lot right now, and we're new to each other, and I already had to call you for help."

"Jamie, don't worry about that. I am happy to help and I'm even happier that I was the person you thought to call. Yes, we're new, but it is what it is, and in a relationship, you help one another when you can. If I'd have called you, would you have helped?"

"Of course I would. But I don't want it to look like I'm taking advantage of you. It's like I'm playing the role of the helpless damsel in distress and that's not me. I pay my way in life." That came out a bit harsher than I meant but it was important to me.

"Let me ask you something, Jamie. Are you looking to be a full-time boy with a Daddy taking care of you twenty-four-seven?"

This was likely a dealbreaker for him, but I had to be honest. We both deserved that much, new or not. "Never been an option for me to think about. It's hard to get into that headspace without a Daddy and having to adult all the time." I left off the part about not being able to afford toys because I didn't want Daddy to feel sorry for me. "I love playing with my toys and being a Little when I'm away from work but working and earning my own money is important to me. I enjoy getting out of the house and being around people and I'm really, really good at what I do."

"I'm sure you are, sweetheart. If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?"

"That's easy. Something to do with animals that I didn't have to go to school for. I barely graduated high school and I have no desire to go to college. I don't know, I'm sure it sounds silly, but I just like playing with animals. I'm sure no job like that exists. But I'm fine where I'm at right now. The pay is low, but my boss is nice. And most of the time the customers are, too. Every once in a while, I get one that's a poo-poo head, though."

"Yes. Unfortunately, humans aren't all fun and games. Why don't you tell me a little bit more about yourself?"

It suddenly felt like I was on a job interview. "Well, I'm boring. All I do is work and play with my stuffies then I go to sleep. The next day I get up and do it all over again."

"What about your family?"

Now that was a loaded question. I hadn't seen or heard from my parents in years, they hadn't even come for Grandma's funeral.

"There was only really my grandmother, and she died a couple years ago. Right after I graduated, actually. As a matter of fact, she rented her apartment that we lived in so I had to move out because I couldn't afford it. It was a two-bedroom in the same complex I live in now. They let me move into the studio. But at least I can pay for it on my own. My car was Grandma's, too. All the furniture that's in the apartment came from Grandma's." That was all I had left of her.

"Well, you have a roof over your head. Food in your tummy and a job that you enjoy. You're better off than most, Jamie. But as a Daddy, I'm always going to want to give you more and while there are some things you can say no to, keep in mind that anything even remotely related to your safety is a hard limit for me. I'll have to put my foot down on that one."

We pulled up in front of a modest ranch-style home. The outside was nice and well- maintained. The house looked freshly painted and the yard was rock and desert landscaping, but it was still nice. We actually got to park inside the garage where I saw the other vehicle that Daddy wanted me to drive.

"Daddy, I can't drive that car, it looks brand new!" Was he insane? He hardly knew me, and the car was worth a lot more than mine.

"It is. I decided to buy something a bit bigger than this one. It doesn't really hold much more than a couple bags of groceries and would be more comfortable on road trips."

"But that's, but that's…" I stuttered, unsure what words I was trying to capture. Something along the lines of that car costs more than my life, though I couldn't get them out.

"Well, if it's any consolation, that SUV cost less than this car and it's eco-friendly. It is new, a Mustang Mach-E."

New.

That was a new car and he wanted me to drive it.

"I-I. No." I shook my head, refusing. "No. No."

Daddy laughed. "Come on, let's go inside."

We stepped inside and I froze. "This is nice." Daddy's place was crazy big and so nice. I was afraid to touch anything.

"Yes, I completely remodeled it after I bought it. I like the open concept. Too many walls make it feel like I'm trapped. Let me give you the grand tour." As we headed down the hall, he pointed out rooms as we passed them. "Spare room, home office, and this is the master bedroom." He tossed my backpack on the bed. "You can sleep in here or the spare room, but I have a feeling even if you start there, you'll end up here."

I grinned for the first time since my car broke down. "I want to sleep with my Daddy."

Daddy hugged me and kissed the top of my head. "Such a sweet boy."

Now that I was in Daddy's personal space, I didn't know how to act or what to do. Outspoken, go-after-what-I-wanted Jamie must've been left at Henry's house. Replaced with uncertain, second- guessing-every-decision-he-made Jamie.

Not good…

"Come here, sweet boy." Daddy sat on the bed and pulled me onto his lap. "Tell me what's going through that head of yours. Because the fun boy from this morning is suddenly gone. And that's not a problem, because I want all sides of Jamie, but I can't help you fix what's bothering you if you don't tell me what it is."

"I guess I just don't know what to do. This morning, I knew what I wanted… well, more like last night. Actually, after we had sushi, I decided I wanted you to be my Daddy."

Daddy smiled and I went for it.

"But then everything changed and moved in the wrong direction when my car broke down. Now here I am having to use the Daddy-help card. The bigger problem is, after I'm here for a while, I'm gonna wanna be here. And then I'm not gonna wanna go home. And then I'm gonna go home and I'm gonna be depressed, and you'll be sick of me, and it'll be over."

"Jamie, I can promise you that's not the way this works. Did I set out to find a new boy the night I met you? No, but I wouldn't change it for the world. When you're not with me, you're all that I think about and when you're with me, you're all that I think about. Jamie, we've only been dating for what, a week now and already my every waking thought is of you. I wonder what Jamie's up to. I've already been planning a vacation for us. Want to talk about things moving fast? Now that I have you in my space, I'm not going to want you to leave."

"Daddy, you say the sweetest things."

"Now, what can we do to keep the frowny lines off your face?" Daddy kissed my forehead and made me smile.

"Did I see a pool out back?"

Daddy laughed. "You did, and a jacuzzi. Did you pack your swimsuit?"

"I don't need one, Daddy."

"Such a naughty boy. What am I gonna do with you?

"I have a lot of ideas about that, Daddy."

"And sassy, too. All right, up. Pool time it is."

"Yay." I stripped down, my clothes flying in every direction. Daddy laughed at me as he took his off then nicely folded and sat our clothes on the bed.

"Come on, silly boy. Towels are already outside."

Swish, swish, swish went my hips. I peeked over my shoulder and caught Daddy's heated gaze. "Daddy, were you watching my bum?"

"Well, with it rocking side to side so alluringly, how could you expect me not to?"

Smack!

"Eep! Daddy, that was naughty." Though I secretly loved it.

"Sorry, we should have our limits conversation before I do anything like that. But I just couldn't help myself." Daddy held my hand as we stepped down into the inset jacuzzi. "There we go."

"Just for the record, as long as spanking isn't used as a punishment, I'm green with it."

"I take it your safewords are stoplight colors?" Daddy slid his arm around my shoulder, and I cozied up to him.

"Yup-yup." It was like the bubbles pushed all doubt and reservation from my body and I was finally able to relax. "This is nice."

"That it is, and feel free to come over and use it any time. Jamie, I want to be your Daddy—exclusively."

"I want that, too, Daddy."

Okay, so far so good. Another burst of Little Jamie taking over had me landing in Daddy's lap.

"What's my naughty boy up to?"

"Nothing, Daddy." No matter what I knew he was happy to have me here. Another body part told me so.

"Okay, now we're due another talk."

"No fun, Daddy."

"Don't you huff at me. This is important. Now, some Littles don't do big stuff when they're Little, but I've noticed you flow in and out of that headspace. What are your limits with that?"

Though I didn't say it aloud, this was a good question. "My Little time doesn't happen often. Actually, neither does it happen during my big time for that matter." My life was sad and lonely. I didn't even engage in random hookups even though most of the Daddies I played with ended that way. "I think it's safe to say if I'm deep in Little space, unless I approach you by being big naughty, that we should only have big-Jamie time when I'm not Little." But my Little did have a bit of a horny twinge to him, so anything was possible.

"I see. We'll play that by ear. Do you like diapers or does your Little ever digress that young?"

Blink. Blink."Hmm, never had that happen. I don't have any diapers and I've never worn them. But again, I've never been deep enough to forget potty breaks."

"Okay, we'll table that and just so you know, it's not a deal breaker for me. I've played with Littles who did and others who didn't." Some of which were obsessed with rubbies. "You're an interesting boy for sure, Jamie."

I hoped that was a good thing…