Page 109 of Wrestling with Daddy

“So… I know we ran through all the questions fast, but… I have one more for you, brat.” Ken turned to him. There was something he was hiding behind his back, but Nathan couldn’t tell what it was. “Where do you want your collaring ceremony; the club or the resort?”

Nathan’s jaw dropped open. He just knew it did, just as he knew he wasn’t breathing and his eyes were wide as saucers.

“My…” He swallowed a lump in his throat. “D-Daddy, are you…?”

Daddy pulled his arms to the front, handing over an elongated black box.

With a collar inside.

A proper one, not like the training one he’d gotten him months ago that matched his rubber suit but was only wearable for play in full gear. This one… Nathan imagined himself wearing it every day, and he… he loved it.

Intertwined strands of leather in black, white and brown met in a silver lock. The back of it had a purple paw engraved.

Nathan’s mouth dried, heart lodged on his throat.

“Are you sure about this, Daddy?”

“Do you think I would do this if I wasn’t?”

No, Nathan didn’t think that. He shook his head to convey that thought, even if he didn’t know how successful he’d be when the only thing he seemed capable of focusing on was the way his hands trembled.

“But you say I fight you a lot.”

“You do.” Daddy laughed heartily, stepping closer to him, hands gripping his waist. “I have to wrestle with you at every turn, but… I’m not scared of doing it, I’m not scared of where you stand. And I have a lot of fun in the process.”

A giggle escaped him before Daddy finished talking. He’d save the waterworks for later.

He’d try, at least.

“I thought Doms were supposed to tame their brats, Daddy.”

Daddy’s grip on his waist tightened. “And I thought boys who wanted to be good boys answered their Dom’s questions.”

Nathan scoffed. In his defense, it was instinctual. He had his answer, though. “Resort, of course. That playroom holds a special meaning.”

In more ways than one, and not because of those first marks Daddy had given him.

“Of course.”

Nathan nibbled on his lip. One second later, he was hitting Daddy on the chest—half-heartedly, but there was just too much emotion threatening to bubble up to the surface. Hewasgoing to wait before he started crying, dammit.

“May I kiss you, Daddy?”

“Always.”

The answer was automatic, Daddy’s fingers gripping at his waist before he was crushing their mouths together.

Dammit.

He’d really thought he could keep it together.

If only that was something he could stay grumpy about.