Page 41 of Wrestling with Daddy

He just hadn’t been prepared to answer the question. He still wasn’t.

What were his needs, wants, and expectations?

Nathan frowned.

He was kinky—he knew the things he was into were miles away from falling on the vanilla spectrum. He knew what turned him on and what didn’t, and the way his brain shut off and behaved in a scene.

But none of that answered the question.

None of those were things he knew how to voice out loud, either, which might be the main issue they were facing.

“I’m scared to answer, to be honest.”

That only pulled Ken’s frown deeper into his skull. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know what you want, either. It feels like I’m going to say something and it’s going to drive you away.” Nathan allowed himself a deep breath, his muscles protesting as he righted his position on the couch. “I definitely don’t want that.”

“I’ll start, then.” Ken didn’t continue right away, which Nathan appreciated. He was sure that it would’ve felt too much like annoyance if it had been an automatic response. “But keep in mind that I’m trying very hard not to order you to wait for me on your bed.”

The last words made him giggle.

“I will, Daddy.”

Just like that—Nathan didn’t have it in him to be shocked—the spell blocking the word from coming out of his throat broke down, the honorific easy and natural and… right.

Just as right as the sight of Ken’s eyes sprinkling with something that resembled joy.

“Good boy.”

Had anyone told the man how his voice lowered an octave every time he dished out a piece of praise? There had to be laws against that.

“So what are your needs, wants, and expectations?” Nathan felt rather proud of voicing the question.

If his tone was a bit cheeky when he did, that was another matter that he had nothing to do with.

He couldn’t control how words came out of his mouthallthe time.

That would be unrealistic.

“I need to know what you want.” The way Ken licked his lips distracted him before he could snort at the way the Daddy had managed to turn the question back to him again. “I want to have your compliance, to know that you are listening to me and, more importantly, talking to me.”

“What about expectations?”

There was a lot to unpack in the few words he’d said, but Nathan thought it smart to ask for the full picture.

“I expect you to follow my lead, to please me, both sexually and non-sexually.”

“Is that all?” he croaked.

“No.” Ken smirked. “I want you to feel safe with me. I want to play with you, as Zeus and Nathan. I want to discipline you and see you fall apart. Ineedto know what you look like when you’re coming under my command.”

Fuck.

A whine slipped past his lips, one Nathan pretended hadn’t been there even though Ken’s dilated pupils said he’d heard it, all right.

“Were you holding back on me?”

Ken only smirked. “Everything I’ve said is equally important.”