Page 107 of Coiled Tight

Part of me wanted to freak out because of how nonchalantly I’d just agreed to the kink equivalent of a proposal. Was it too fast for a collaring ceremony?

I didn’t know.

But I knew that I loved this, Daddy’s building and unfamiliar anxiety aside. I loved that he hadn’t asked me. That he knew. That he had subtly taken away the choice, just let me know of the plan.

I could work with plans.

I could definitely work with this plan—or anyplan that made the ground around me more solid and the rope coiled around my chest looser.

“I love you, Daddy.”

The softest smile grazed the lips of the man who had redefined the meaning of safety for me. “And I love you, baby boy.”

Yeah.

He didn’t have to convince me of that.