Page 19 of Wrestling with Daddy

Ever sincethathad happened… letting his Dom side hold the reins had just been easier. There was less chance of getting hurt by involving himself too much, caring too much about the boy kneeling for him.

It had worked so far.

Mostly.

“He may come here in a couple of months, too.”

“Oh?”

“It’s how we started talking,” Ken twirled his drink in one hand. “He asked me about your charity.”

“He’s a pet too?”

“Yeah.” Ken nodded, the move followed by a frown as realization hit. Usually, Ken knew more about subs’ pet personas than anything else, but Nathan hadn’t even given him his pup name. “He’s a pup, but I don’t know much more.”

“Intriguing.”

“Is it?” Ken shot back, ran a hand through his hair.

He could admit the retort was uncalled for. He’d been feeling on edge all week, small talk with Nathan doing nothing to calm his frayed nerves or the Daddy in him that wanted to take over every aspect of the boy’s life.

Even his brattiness.

That was the part giving him more pause.

Ken didn’t do brats—hadn’t for the past decade.

“Ash will be dropping back in a bit,” Lee spoke as the silence between them grew. “In case you wanna head out early.”

“You sure?”

“I know you. You’re not in the mood for that kind of energy today.”

“Raincheck, then?”

“Of course.”

“Thanks, bud.”

* * *

Only when he was back home did he open his texts and start to compose an answer for Nathan. It was becoming late, but since Ken had learned that Nathan worked from home, he’d also figured out his schedules weren’t the most organized.

Ken

What are you embarrassed about?

Nathan

aaaand you’ve reached your first 10 questions

Ken

We’re back to that, I see

Nathan

duh