Chapter Eleven
Joe
Levi was embarrassed. Which I’d kind of expected. But it was also sweet, the way he was clinging to me and hiding his face. He’d been hot as fuck when he’d come on command, and the adrenaline rush of having made him wait and beg was almost enough to take me along for the ride. But part of me had figured Levi might freak out, and I’d held back because he needed me present, as opposed to come-drunk, drowsy, and inattentive to his needs.
I’d come eventually, reliving every perfect moment of how he’d submitted and bloomed under my praise and control, all his sexy noises and the way he’d tried so hard to hold still for me. But right then, I was more concerned with making Levi feel better.
“Hey.” I stroked his back. “Want to tell me what you’re thinking?”
“No.” He laughed a little, though, which was a good sign.
“How about you tell me anyway?” I added enough command to get another small laugh from Levi.
“That was… I’ve never come that hard. Ever.”
“Good. I like hearing that. You were hot as fuck.” I kept touching his back, to reassure him and also to keep him warm. I had a feeling he’d start squawking if I tried to carry him back to his bed where there was a blanket, but I was tempted. “And now you’re crashing hard. Regrets?”
He released a shaky breath. “Not regretting… More like embarrassed.”
Bingo. I nodded. “You don’t need to be. I mean that.”
“No, you don’t.” Giving a sad little sigh, he snuggled in more against my neck. “You were all about talking things out beforehand and clearing all my likes and dislikes with me. And then I went and sprung that on you. I took advantage of you being nice.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ve told you before that people don’t generally make me do things I don’t want to do. You don’t have to get all worked up just because you said the word daddy.” I tried for a neutral, reassuring tone.
I wasn’t even that surprised that he was into Daddy kink. Levi was exactly the type of adorable praise junkie who’d attract every wannabe Daddy Dom in a twenty-mile radius. The real surprise was how hard the word had made my dick, how my pulse had raced. But at the moment, we needed to focus on Levi.
“I told you to roll with it. And so we both did. You getting off, that’s the important thing to me. And you feeling good about it. That’s important too.”
“Yeah.” He sounded far from convinced.
“You’re not the first sub I’ve met with daddy—”
“Issues. I know. Psych major, remember? I’ve tried to figure out my kinks for years, why certain things get me off more than others. Why lingerie. Why Daddy Doms, even if a lot of the online ones are creepy as—”
“Breathe,” I ordered him, my tone sharper now. “It’s a kink. That’s all I was going to say. I’m sure you could have a field day with why I like domination—youngest kid, never feeling listened to, etcetera—but at the end of the day, we just like what we like. And the way I see it, I try to live my life so I’m a pretty decent guy most of the time. What consenting adults get up to in private doesn’t change that.”
“I get that. I do. I’m not ashamed.”
“Oh?” I gave him a hard stare.
“Point taken. Not ashamed much. It’s more… If both people are into something, that’s cool. But if it’s me and my kinks, and you’re going along with it but not really into it, that’s the part I feel bad about. You didn’t even come.”
Ah. I should have known my little praise addict would notice I hadn’t gotten off and feel badly about that and read way too much into it. I stroked his neck and back some more.
“First, I don’t need to come to be super into something. I had a feeling you might need to talk and me finishing off while you’re having your internal flailing seemed rude.” Cocking my head, I gazed down at Levi until he chuckled. Better. “Second, giving you what you want is my kink. I love controlling the scene, making you wait, but I also like rewards and being the one to give you exactly what you need.”
Levi groaned. “See, that’s the worst part. You’d be an amazing Daddy Dom if that was your kink.”
“And you think it’s not?” Thirty minutes ago, I would have agreed with him, but now I wasn’t so sure. And I’d never liked being told I couldn’t do something.
“In my experience, guys tend to either know or not.” Levi had an overly patient tone. “And the ones who are into it, they advertise it heavily.”
Lord save me from twenty-two-year-olds with five minutes of kink practice. I took a breath so I didn’t snap at him.