“Um, okay. Daddy, Master…I would like…a unicorn.”
I grin, feeling like we’re finally making progress. “No, baby boy, I’m afraid you can’t have a unicorn.”I quirk an eyebrow at Tallis. “See? There are things we’ll say no to, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
“Okay, I get you,” Tallis grumbles, bumping his shoulder against mine.
“Ask for something else, Oliver,” I suggest.
He lets out a nervous little laugh and nods his head. “Um…how about…a Nobel prize?”
Tallis winks at me before answering him. “Nope, you can’t have that either, little treat. But you’ve seen that this is safe space to ask for anything without us judging you or punishing you, yes?” Oliver nods. “Excellent. So now try asking for something youdoneed.”
I hold my breath as Oliver thinks.
“Um,” he begins in a small voice. “I need…a hug. Please.”
“Good boy,” Tallis says earnestly, pulling him into a tight embrace that I join in on.
Oliver takes a moment to melt against us. “That was okay, then?”
“That was perfect,” Tallis assures him.
“Is there anything else you need?” I prompt as we let him go. I rub his arm and beam up at him. “Seeing as you’re on a roll right now.”
I wink at him and he giggles bashfully. “Um, not that I can think of, Daddy. But I promise to think about it and ask later if something comes to mind.”
“Good boy,” I tell him sincerely.
Tallis nods beside me. “Very good, little treat. You’ve definitely earned a reward. Again, I’m going to suggest an idea, but if you don’t want to try it, there will be absolutely no repercussions. My only goal is to offer you a safe space to experiment with something new. That is my gift to you.”
Oliver’s gaze darts toward me, and I chuckle, interjecting before he can say what I know is on the tip of his tongue. The fact that he’s been so focused on this weekend being special for me since the moment I met him is a gift money truly cannot buy.
“My gift will be watching your pleasure,” I assure him, another thing money can’t buy.
He looks sheepish but also happy. “Okay, Daddy,” he says before turning back to Tallis. “What’s your idea for a reward, Master?”
“I’d very much like to give you a spanking, little one. Just with my hand.” He holds it up to illustrate his point. “That way, you can get a feel for whether or not it’s a kink for you. What do you think?”
Oliver’s mouth has dropped into a little ‘o’ shape and he’s staring at Tallis’s palm as a pink blush spreads across his cheeks.
Naturally, I don’t want to sway his decision. He has to consent to something like this by himself and for the right reasons, which don’t include doing whatever I want to make me happy.
But damn. I’d really love to see him submit to my husband like that. Tallis will take exquisite care of him, I know.
“So…you’ll hit me, then you’ll fuck me?” Oliver queries.
Tallis shakes his head and frowns. “It’s spanking, little treat.Nothitting. The sensation is designed to stimulate your adrenaline and release endorphins. Yes, it will hurt, but in a way that should be enjoyable.”
“Oh, okay, sorry,” Oliver says with a nod.
Tallis squeezes our boy’s hand. “You don’t have anything to apologize for, sweetheart. And as for sex, I would like to just keep this as a spanking session. If you want him to, Daddy can touch you when I’m done to help you release. You might not need that, though. Remember, it’s very important toaskus for what you need without worrying about any fallout. Our satisfaction will come from orchestrating the scene for you. So if you need me to go harder or gentler or stop altogether, you must tell me. And if you need to come, Daddy will be delighted to help you if you ask him to. Do you understand?”
Oliver licks his lips and looks between us, seemingly mulling over Tallis’s words. “So…I’m in charge this time?”
I know what Tallis is going to say as he gives our boy a lopsided smile, and it warms my heart.
“Little treat,” he begins. “That’s the number one secret of kink. The sub isalwaysin charge. I might boss everyone around, but nothing happens without your enthusiastic consent. A scene like this is just a slightly different power balance to maybe illustrate that better.”
“Oh,” Oliver says, a proud little grin creeping onto his face. “Um, okay. I think I understand better now. That makes me feel really special. And I think it’s sinking in that it’s okay for me to feel special because that’s what you guys enjoy doing. I just didn’t expect so much attention before I came here. I thought I’d be more of a prop.”