Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
I was going to visit Daddy Bastian’s house.
“I look big.” I pulled out my shirt and showed him my clothes. “I don’t have little ones but that’s okay. I can be little in my shirt. Littles wear pants too.”
Nodding, Daddy Bastian ran his hand over my head to pet me like I was a puppy. Snuggling and looking cute was good advice. Eventually I was going to have to tell Terrence. “That’s right. If you want clothes that make you feel special then we can buy some, but you can be little no matter what you’re wearing.”
“Even naked?” I didn’t sit on Daddy Bastian’s lap, but I wiggled closer. “Some littles online said naked stuff means big.”
What did Daddy Bastian think about that?
“Oh.” Daddy Bastian did the Daddy blink that Enzo did sometimes. It was funny on Daddy Bastian too, but I didn’t laugh this time. “Well, it’s personal preference and there’s no right or wrong. Some littles mean naked…well…naked happy time has to be when they’re feeling grown-up. Some littles can have happy naked time while they’re little…like in the bathtub. As long as the Daddy knows what the little’s limits are then there’s no right or wrong.”
“Limits are important.” I was going to be good about sharing mine once I figured them out. “I think I’m gonna like baths. I think I’m gonna like bubbles too. Do you like baths?”
Innocent.
Innocent.
Not being naughty.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Daddy Bastian sighed, but I didn’t smile or giggle. “You ask…good questions. Yes, you ask good questions. I approve of littles who love bath time and I think that happy baths are probably fun too. But the littles I’ve…the littles I’ve met were not the happy bathtime type.”
Oh, Daddy Bastian’s littles hadn’t been happy naked ones?
I’d be the first?
Firsts were special.
I’d be special.
“I’m glad you didn’t play with happy naked littles.” I liked being special. “I haven’t played happy naked time with anyone either.”
We were going to do lots of firsts together.
The internet helped me make a good list, and I was very smart.
Chapter 8
Bastian
He was very sneaky…at least I thought he was being sneaky.
There was something slightly fake about his innocence at the moment, but calling him out on that would probably shatter his headspace so that seemed rude.
But how had we ended up talking about bathtub orgasms?
“Well…” What was the last thing he’d said? “Oh, well, it’s good to make your limits clear and it’s wonderful to be able to tell your Daddy what you want to try. You just have to remember that if you don’t like something, you need to explain that to your Daddy.”
Nodding earnestly, he looked more genuine and less manufactured that time. “Yes. My limits and my Daddy’s limits might change and that’s okay.”
“That’s right.” And in most cases a couple could find other things in common. “You just need to keep talking to your Daddy or Daddies that you’re getting to know so you know if you have enough in common.”
Looking adorably thoughtful, he somehow seemed to get even closer and was pressed against my leg before he explained what was going through his head. “I saw littles talking about Daddies who liked lots of rules and spankings and serious frowns.”
That would not be a type of Daddy he would enjoy.
“Well, some littles might like that, but I think you need a different kind of Daddy and that’s fine.” There was no way I was watching some grumpy dickhead fuss at him constantly. “If you talk to a Daddy like that, you just need to be polite but explain you’re looking for something different.”
Orlando nodded but I wasn’t sure we were on the same page. He’d agreed entirely too easily. “Even if your Secret Santa Daddy gives good toys, he might not be a good fit for you.”
His giggle did not make me more confident that he was understanding what I was saying, but he seemed to think I was cute. “Promise. Just because I get presents doesn’t mean I let him be mean.”
He was really enjoying getting presents.
“Even if he’s nice when you talk in public, you both might need different things when it comes to being little or kinks in general.” How could I explain this? “I met a guy one time who seemed very polite and laid-back in everyday conversations, but when he started to do a scene, he turned into a completely different person…he was stern and unemotional. He wasn’t doing anything dangerous, but I think he’d have made you sad.”
Or any number of negative emotions.
Bingo.
Wide eyes finally looked like he’d gotten what I was saying.
“Oh, like a robot Daddy.” He took the description in an interesting direction, but he wasn’t wrong. “That would be sad.”
The way he scrunched up his face had me stroking his head again while I told myself not to send him mixed signals. “Some people wouldn’t mind that, but I think you’d like a Daddy who showed his emotions.”