Chapter 7

Paxton

He.

That.

Wow.

Fraser felt very Daddy as the hand on my head tightened and his tongue teased at the opening of my mouth. There was nothing rough about his touch but it was firm and thoroughly in control.

It was like he'd said and I couldn't help the way my body tried to curl into his or the sounds I made as I squirmed. It wasn't me. I didn't whimper or beg. I didn't do anything that would make a date roll their eyes or look at me like I was weird.

Those were the rules because, with the insect stuff and being awkward to begin with, I couldn't afford to add anything else.

But somehow when Fraser let out his Daddy side, he changed the rules.

It would've been scary if he hadn't been holding me so tight or if he hadn't been so turned on. I probably would've panicked if it'd simply been me feeling so crazy, but just the word had aroused him, and I could feel how hard he was every time I wiggled.

He liked being called Daddy.

And he really liked it when he got to be in control.

I kept those two facts filling the front of my mind as he finally released my lips and gave them one last peck before easing back just enough to look into my eyes. "What do you think about our experiment, cutie?"

I didn't exactly answer his question, but I let my first thoughts tumble out of my head. "You liked being called Daddy. It wasn't just about being happy or turned on. It was both."

Nodding, Fraser smiled. "Yes, that's a good way to see it. But it wasn't just the word, it was the way you said it. I'm not sure I can explain it, but I'm going to call it a successful experiment on my end."

Yes, there was no doubt about that.

I was hoping he'd forget my part, but unfortunately it seemed Daddies didn't forget details like that because he just waited patiently. Sometimes that made me feel good, but at the moment, I wanted to pout.

So I did.

He raised one eyebrow.

He wasn't going to tell me to grow up or behave?

No rolling his eyes or telling me to function?

"I'm very patient, cutie." Fraser gave me another quick peck and settled back against the chair. "Would you like bigger cuddles while you pout and drag your feet?"

Hmm.

"Yes." That wasn't hard to answer because he was a good cuddler just like he'd said. "Thank you."

He made a pleased sound and immediately shifted me around so I was lying across his lap with my head on his shoulder. "There we go. That's much better."

Nodding because he was right, I wondered if him being a Daddy was the reason this didn't feel awkward. It should've felt weird at the very least, but it didn't. "Do Daddies make things like this feel more normal just because they're Daddies?"

I wasn't sure the question made sense, but he made a thoughtful sound and seemed to be processing it, so I didn't try to rephrase it. "I don't think so."

He thought again and started rubbing my back. "I think it's more about a Daddy finding this so normal and just what we're supposed to be doing that it makes it hard for the sub to worry. Does that make sense?"

"Maybe?" I'd have to think about it more, but it felt like a good starting point. "You make things sound very rational even though I'm not sure they are."

Fraser chuckled. "I think they're very rational, so maybe that's the difference?"

Possibly.

"But what did you think of our experiment?" Fraser's chest jerked when I sighed. "So much drama in such a sexy body."

He thought I was sexy?

"That's not the part you're going to focus on, cutie. I'm not going to get distracted." His firmly delivered teasing had me sighing again. "Still waiting."

Ugh. Daddies were so stubborn.

He should've listed that trait first so I would've been better prepared.

"Um, well." What did I know? What would be easiest to talk about? "I…Okay, well, I didn't stumble too much over using that title."

That was good to know.

Fraser's chest jerked, though. "What title? Let me hear you say it again."

He was definitely the dramatic one between us. "You're just trying to make me squirm."

He didn't bother denying that as he chuckled. "Yep. You're really cute when you get wiggly and embarrassed."

"That was not in your list of what Daddies do or why they like being Daddies." He shouldn't have left messing with their subs off of his list either.

Barely holding back laughter, Fraser shrugged. "Oops."

Well, if teasing and shenanigans were appropriate, two could play that game.

Wiggling again so my ass rubbed right over his erection, I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered softly. "I called you Daddy and asked you for kisses. Wasn't I a good boy, Daddy?"

Hmm.

Yes, I was starting to see how the word could be very useful in a variety of situations.

I was feeling very grown-up at the moment and Fraser was groaning in a very adult way too, but the Daddy part was still cute.

Yes, it was very multifunctional.

"Fuck." Daddy groaned, his arms tightening and his hips pushing up against my ass. "Such a naughty boy too."

Me?

No.

That'd just been for science.

I was the bug nerd that most guys ignored unless they wanted something or felt sorry for me.

"You were a very good boy for Daddy." Fraser took control before I had to confess that I didn't know what to do next. He nuzzled my head and shifted me around again so he could kiss along my neck. "You called me Daddy and you teased me and got back at me. You even made me imagine spanking my naughty boy's bottom for trying to manipulate his Daddy."

Oh.

Well.

"I…I had to test our experiment again and see what would happen…Daddy." Yes, this required a Daddy to make sure he thought I was cute enough not to spank. I needed to do some research into why he thought that would be a good idea first. "Experiments have to be done several times before we can draw conclusions."

Daddy made a thinking sound as he found the perfect spot to nibble and sent sparks through me. "I guess that makes sense, but now that you've tested our hypothesis twice, I think that means you should tell me what conclusions you've drawn so far."

Shoot.

I'd done this to myself.

Daddy chuckled when I sighed, but once he started making thinking sounds and nibbling on me again, I knew he was prepared to be patient.

Daddies should come with warning labels.

"I…I liked it?" That'd come out more of a question than I'd intended, but aside from making me squirmy again, it wasn't terrible. "It felt…some sort of sexy and cute? I don't know a word that feels right."

Because I'd never been in a similar situation before.

"I think that's a good description." He pressed a soft kiss right under my ear. "What else? I like hearing what you're thinking. It makes me more confident when I know what you like."

Ugh.

He was being sweet again.

"Somehow it feels like you being so nice is cheating too." My ridiculous complaint made him chuckle again, but I ignored the way he whispered, " Spankings," because it was doing crazy things to my stomach. "But I like making you confident."

That was kind of sexy, so I wasn't going to mess with it.

"Um, I liked it when you reacted to it." Oh yes. "It, um, it made me react."

His low, rough groan said he knew what I meant. However, he wasn't the talking around things kind of guy, so his response was blunt as he nibbled on my ear. "I'm glad. I like knowing I made you hard and needy, cutie."

He had, so I couldn't argue about that.

But it didn't mean I had to talk about it.

"It wasn't scary or weird like I thought it would be." Yes, that was much easier to talk about. "I…I honestly don't know about the other parts, but when we're like this…when we're together and like this, I can call you Daddy?"

The playing and other bits still seemed foreign and I wasn't ready to poke at that part, but cuddles and talking was something I could handle.

"Yes." Fraser's confident answer and the kiss he gave my neck pushed away any doubts that it wouldn't be enough. "We're seeing what feels right to us, remember?"

Technically I did, so I nodded, but that wasn't a complete answer. "But…but what if the other parts don't feel right?"

There were so many other parts to study it felt overwhelming.

"Then we don't do them." His answer had me going very still and he chuckled as he pulled away. "No pouts, you'll get more kisses in a minute."

"I wasn't pouting." Well, not at first. "You're being ridiculous."

Especially when he grinned even wider. "Sure, okay. You weren't pouting that I stopped kissing you."

He was so stubborn about being right.

"But pouts aside, the biggest parts of what I need to be happy are to be able to take care of you. That can come into play in a thousand different ways. It might be making you breakfast and…" He frowned, clearly grasping for another example. "Okay, it might be breakfast and then reminding you about your schedule or to do your chores because you're a messy little bug."

I wasn't that messy.

Things didn't have to be picked up all the time.

Fraser barked out a laugh. "I hit the nail on the head."

That was so rude.

He gave me a kiss and ignored his bad manners, though. "If we just do those two things and then you call me Daddy when you want to be cute and naughty, it'll be perfect for me."

Part of me was glad I could see his expression while he gave me his answer, but I still wasn't happy about the no kissing part. "But what if I wanted to figure out some of the other stuff?"

I wasn't going to argue about not being the most dominant partner in a relationship and it was kind of nice to have that be so normal. But…but the rest of it was more difficult to wrap my head around…and there were other subs having tea parties and playtime and everyone else saw that as perfectly normal.

"The men in the diner thought it was weird that I didn't know what kind of little I was. Not the other way around." How was I weird for not knowing?

Daddy rolled his eyes. "Those old men need a hobby besides looking up kinks online."

Daddy had a point and he was smart too because he gave me a quick peck and shrugged. "We'll keep experimenting and see what you like. If you want to test out watching cartoons, we can do that. If you want to try a binkie, we do that."

He made it sound so simple.

"Which…which ones do you like best?" He had to have a preference, right? "What have you dated before?"

Who had he dated before?

No, that didn't sound any better.

Before I could figure out how it should've come out, Daddy distracted me with an answer. "Technically, I've dated and done scenes with littles who have different ages when they get into their submissive headspace. But…and I'm going to be honest here…I'd rather have you happy than have you in one specific style of age play."

That was such a frustrating answer.

"You are the cutest pouter ever." He chuckled and gave me another teasing kiss. "If you're a good boy and no more pouting, I'll give you more kisses. How does that sound?"

"Neck ones?" Those were good ones and I hadn't been ready for him to stop before. "You stopped too soon."

Nodding, he didn't argue about it. "You're right. You need more kisses, but no more pouts first. Then after kisses, how about we find a movie to watch?"

Hmm.

"So this is a date, right?" It was probably time to make sure we were on the same page about that. "Kisses. Daddy labels. Movies. We're dating and I can tell the old men that, right?"

He was lucky he was sexy when he laughed.