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Chapter five

Wylan

I s this really happening? I squeeze my legs tighter around Seth’s waist. Did the man I’ve been crushing on for over year just bid a gazillion dollars for one little date with me?

Me?

I mean, yeah, it wasn’t actually a gazillion, and the money does go to charity, but there’s no way anyone is that generous.

I giggle, bouncing on Seth, feeling happy and free. He bid on me even knowing all the stuff that Hunter promised he would lay out for the crowd. Hunter promised he’d tell all the Daddies about my various kinks. Thank goodness the Christmas music and all the cheering drowned out his intro. If I heard Hunter describe every little thing about me, I probably would have chickened out.

Seth shifts me into a comfortable position so that he’s cupping my ass. It isn’t sexual, but more playful. And I kind of love him for that.

“What are you giggling about, flower?”

My chest warms at the nickname. God, I love it when he calls me petal and flower. It makes me feel delicate and cherished. My eyes pop wide with shock. Have I always felt that way when Seth talks to me? I briefly think back to the moment we met and the first time he called me petal. I think about all those times we spent our days or evenings together at work, all those times we got to know each other. And I realize the answer is yes.

I’ve felt precious and cared for whenever Seth talked to me.

“I’m just really happy you bid on me. I think I’m in shock.”

He chuckles, placing another one of those tender kisses on my temple before we walk backstage. All the littles and boys cheer as soon as they see us. Several of them spit out questions at us as if we are celebrities, all the while Seth walks past, never letting me go. He gives them friendly noncommittal answers.

One question sticks out like a thorn as we finally leave the crowd. “Is there something here between us, or is this just the one date that you paid for?”

Seth stills, and I’m afraid I popped the cheerful bubble around us. I unwrap my legs from around his waist and he slides me down his body until my toes touch the floor.

Looking into my eyes, Seth cups my cheeks. “This isn’t a one-time thing for me. Wylan, I’ve had feelings for you since the day I met you,” he confesses.

My eyes widen. I’m about to say something when he places his index finger on my lips, hushing me.

“I get that it might take a while for you to trust me like this, but I want to explore this thing between us. I want to try and be your Daddy, and your boyfriend. Would you like that, Wylan?”

My lips part as I blink up at him. He chuckles, repeating his words. I nod, still in shock.

“I need your words, petal. Would you like it if I was your boyfriend?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I’d love that.”

“And would you like it if I tried being your Daddy?”

I nod eagerly before fully registering his words. My brows pinch in confusion. Glancing around us, I notice we are close to one of the open Aftercare Rooms. I tug him inside and close the door behind us.

Seth looks concerned. “What’s wrong, Wylan?”

“What did you mean when you said you would try being my Daddy? You said the word ‘try’ twice.” I bite my lip nervously, suddenly worried that my strange description of how I’m a submissive confused him. Was he unsure how to handle me? Did he figure he’d try it out first?

I’ve been so damn hopeful that Seth could be mine, that it didn’t dawn on me that he might be looking for a very specific type of boy. Would he be able to handle someone who didn’t really have a label but liked to do a little bit of everything?

He gently tugs my lip from between my teeth. “I don’t like that worried look you have on your face, little one. Talk to me, please.”

I shake my head. “No. Please, Seth. I’m not trying to be a brat, but I can’t answer you until I know what you meant.” I start to tremble, feeling way too exposed.

Seth notices me shaking and his eyes widen. “Please, petal. Come here.” He opens his arms and I fall into them desperately. I need to feel any sense of comfort he’s willing to give me. Seth guides me to the large plush sofa in the middle of the room. I take a seat as he reaches for one of the large fleece blankets that’s folded on a nearby shelf.

The blanket is surprisingly warm and smells like fresh laundry.

Once I’m wrapped in the blanket, he rushes over to a mini fridge I didn’t see in the corner of the room. Seth pulls out a bottle of water, takes off the cap and hands it to me.

My lips twitch. If this is him only ‘trying’ to be a Daddy, he’s got this nailed. I should be jealous of how familiar he seems with this room, but I’m nothing but grateful at the moment. “Thank you,” I say before taking a sip of the cool liquid.

I expect him to sit in the plush chair across from me, but instead he snuggles up close to me before turning. He maneuvers us around until I’m leaning my back against his front, and his legs are on either side of my hips. Part of me is tempted to press in closer and sneak my hand down between us, but I don’t. I can tell whatever he has to say is important.

And it is. He launches into the story of how he used to be a Daddy ten years ago. How his boy, Justin, was the last boy he had dated when he was in a Daddy/boy relationship. Seth explains how his need to be a caretaker left when Justin passed away.

Seth tells me how he slowly started to realize over the years that nurturing his partners, boyfriends, and even play partners was an important part of who he is, but he couldn’t ever bring himself to be someone else’s Daddy.

Until he met me.

Now, it makes sense. And god, it’s a terrifying, intoxicating feeling. This handsome, wonderful man wants to be my Daddy, that he’s willing to try , because the last time he tried was ten years ago, when he lost the only boy he ever loved.

Again, I should be jealous, but as Seth confesses all his truths to me, opening up in a way he’s never opened up to anyone, I know he needs me just as much as I need him. Over the next thirty minutes, Seth and I talk, confessing little things about our kinks, about our wants and needs and how hard it’s been searching for someone who will accept us.

I’m shocked when he tells me that he’s also an exhibitionist, that he loves driving his partners crazy with lust. Edging them until they come, sometimes driving them to experience multiple orgasms in one session, and how he likes a little bite of pain with his pleasure.

I have to admit that these last few confessions have me turned on.

We briefly mention drawing up contracts, sharing our STI results, and making sure we understand each other’s limits and safe words. From an outsider’s perspective, it might seem too fast, but in reality, it isn’t Seth and I have been dancing around each other for almost two years. I trust this man, and it warms my chest when he says he trusts me.

“What about work?” I ask, finally approaching the elephant in the room. “Does this mean I should find a new job?”

Seth tenses under me. “Do you want to find a new job?”

I shake my head. “I love working at Silk, and if I’m being honest, I love serving you. I know others might think that’s messed up or they might question my motives, but I’m genuinely happy there.”

He places a kiss on my hair. “Then we won’t change it. I’ll admit, it might be harder now, wanting to keep my hands to myself,” he jokes. “But we work well together, and it’s my business. If anyone has an issue with it, then they can take it up with the boss.”

I giggle. “And as much as I’m going to struggle keeping my hands to myself too, I’d like us to keep any PDA to a minimum while on the clock.”

Seth stills under me again. “Do you want to keep us a secret? Because I don’t like that idea, if I’m being honest. I want to be able to hold your hand or kiss your cheek. I don’t want to have to take separate cars if one of us stays the night.”

My heart skips a beat, and I grin. “No. I don’t want us to be a secret.”

“Good. Now, how about we get you into some warmer clothes and I can take you out on that first date?”

“Actually, I was hoping we could postpone our date. I need to do something else first.” I spin around in his arms until I’m facing him.

“What’s that, petal?”

“Would you like to come with me to the Little’s Room and watch me play with Riley? He’s my best friend, and I get the feeling he needs a little cheering up.”

Seth grins at me. “Of course.”

We spend the rest of the night playing with Riley, Ash, and Jules. More littles join our group, but I only feel happiness as I sink into that floaty joyful headspace that makes me want to care for my friends as we play. All the while, Seth is by my side, looking after me and playing with me and my friends.

For the first time in years, I truly feel accepted.