A/N: the last chapter was very short so, here, have another one

A little Daddy kink here, heads up

Dexter

When I get to the restaurant on Friday, I'm surprised to see François is already there, with Ellis, for the first time. Chase and Xander are already there too, and Gray arrives a minute after me, with Christian shortly after. My confusion is complete when Landon and Nikolai arrive together. We come together for dinner in one of François' restaurants every week, but we've never brought subs with us. It's Gray who asks the question.

"So, why the change, Frankie?"

"I thought it might do us good to develop our conversational repertoire by having new people join us for dinner. It's a shame Owen couldn't come."

"He's working, but you know I approve."

"Actually, tonight, I have an ulterior motive. I've been hiding something from you all, except Dexter, and I think it's about time I let you know. Some months ago, I received a request from a member of a Russian crime family to let him in on my family's business. I refused him, and shortly after I began to receive regular threats – both written and in the form of telephone communication. I assumed that the threats were from him and asked Dexter to help."

"That's why you have sexy Connor following you around?" Chase points toward the bar where Connor is unobtrusively sipping a water.

"C'est pourquoi," François admits. "Anyway, a few things have happened lately that led to me confronting Volkushkin and, well, it transpires that he wasn't where the threats were coming from."

I already knew all this, as I'd insisted on being involved in his meeting with the big Russian, who had that special kind of reasonable persona that only comes from being very, very dangerous. I believed him, though. If he'd have wanted to take François' business by force, he simply would have attempted it. He wouldn't have hidden in the shadows. This threat is coming from somewhere else.

"Why didn't you tell me, Suzu?" Ellis' eyes are glistening with concealed emotion and I note Gray is watching François' face with apparent interest in his response.

"Ellis, I didn't want you to worry."

"But this is why you've had Connor with me all the time? And is it why you haven't been letting me do anything, or answer the door when you aren't there?"

"Partly." François looks around the table. "I should have told you, baby. Come with me."

They go, to the manager's office, to talk I presume, and I turn to Gray.

"He didn't tell you?"

"No. I assume he felt I had enough to worry about. He should have told Ellis though."

"Would you have? Told a sub, I mean."

"If he was my boyfriend and lived with me? Yes, I would have. It's one thing to take the responsibility for someone, but it's selfish to hide things that could affect their actual safety."

"But don't we do that all the time? We don't want our subs to worry about things. It's our job to do the worrying."

"We do, too much. Sometimes I think we forget that our subs are adult men. Even if we make all the decisions and keep them safe, don't you think we're taking something fundamental away from them if we treat them like people who can't be trusted with knowledge that directly affects them?"

"Maybe it's the dichotomy in what the lifestyle entails. Yeah, they're adults, but they don't want the responsibility that comes with that."

"You think? Some of them, sure. But I really don't think Ellis is like that. Do you think Dae is? For all the sweet boy he plays, how do you think he'd feel if you hid something so important from him?"

"Woah, man, we're a long way from having to worry about something like that." Though his words make me think. With my job, I have a lot of information that I don't even share with my closest friends. What would I do if I entered into something that was more than a simple D/s contract? Would I hide what I do? Would I intentionally create an imbalance in a real relationship in order to maintain my power? Is it real power if that's how it's obtained?

Dae coming over to take our order doesn't exactly distract me from the conflicting thoughts I'm having, though I'm all over how damn cute he looks in his work uniform, even if all it is is black pants and a black shirt. But the shirt fits close to his narrow frame and the pants hug his tiny ass perfectly and when he's written down our order I grab his skinny waist and pull him onto my lap.

"Hey Baby Boy, what time do you get off?"

"Depends when you're done with me, D- Sir." Cheeky minx. And I can't work out whether he almost accidentally used my name or if he was about to call me Daddy, though I really hope it was the latter.

"I'll pick you up after your shift, you can come to mine."

"You aren't going to the club?"

"No point without you, gorgeous. I can play with you at home." He nuzzles into my neck but jumps up suddenly.

"Sorry, Sir. Boss giving me the evil eye."

"Okay, Baby. Work hard." He gives me a cute little wave and sashays off to give our order to the kitchen. I don't want to get him into trouble, but damn, he's a tempting morsel. I'd like to lay him out on this cluttered table and have my way with him right now, but I guess I'll have to wait.

A few of us end up staying in the restaurant until closing. François took Ellis away a while ago, and Landon took Nikolai home, but the rest of us stay, laughing and chatting, and I'm in a great mood in the cab, Dae leaning his delicate body against me all the way home. We wave goodbye to Xander and Chase, who are going hunting in the club next door, and I hurry Dae into the apartment, eager to play with him.

I send him off to prepare and take a quick shower in the other bathroom. When I get to my playroom, he's sweetly waiting, naked and hard already. I decide to push a little on what I heard earlier, wanting to establish where his desires sit.

"Stand, Baby Boy, in inspection." He stands, hands behind his head, elbows out, legs just a little farther spread than shoulder-width. I can see his chest rising and falling heavily as his arousal builds, as I walk around him, not touching, just looking. "Can you be a good boy for me?"

"Yes, D- Sir." His voice is a whine, and there it is again, that slip that he seems to make often.

"Tell me, Baby Boy, what is it you want to call me?"

He flushes: at being caught out, I think. It's cute how his embarrassment has completely subsumed his brattiness, and I have a moment where I consider that humiliation would be a good punishment for him.

"I- I- Sir, I don't know."

"I think you do, Dae. You promised, as part of our contract, that you'd be honest with me, and I think you have something on your mind." I decide to cut to the chase, even if I have a small concern that he might want something here that I'm not willing to give, though I allow myself some optimism because of his brattiness. "Do you have a Little headspace, Dae?"

"Do you want me to, Sir?"

"That's the wrong answer, Dae, and you know it." I go very stern. I really don't like his answer, though the timidness at revealing ingrained desires is normal.

"I'm sorry, Sir. Please don't- I'm sorry." I don't like how nervous he's suddenly become either, and I guide him to the bed, sitting him on the edge.

"Don't be scared, Dae. This is a safe space, and you won't be judged. We need to start establishing our requirements and limits though, if we're going to play together for a while."

"I don't have a Little space, Sir. I don't need to regress." He shakes his head with a small moue of disgust.

"Are you offended by that thought?" I prefer that he doesn't degenerate, but his response is intriguing.

"No, Sir. It's fine for other people. I know some people have that longing to act like they're younger, but I have no desire to go back in time. It certainly wouldn't be where I feel safe. I suppose when I behave badly, well, that's kind of my safe space."

That's interesting, but I can see from his body language he doesn't want to be pushed yet, and I don't want to force him into safewording, so I file it away for future probing.

"Have I read your response correctly though, Baby Boy? You seem to enjoy it when I call you that, and when I call you a good boy."

"I do like it, Sir. A lot."

"So, you'd be happy if that was your nickname? Any name you want to use on me?" He glances up at me with his big eyes, almost jet in the low light, nibbling his fat little lower lip.

"C- can I? Can I call you Daddy?" There it is.

"You can, Baby. We should discuss it though?"

"Why?" And I'm quite pleased to see my little Brat coming out again, after this slightly uncharacteristic shyness.

"We need to make sure we're on the same page, to make the scenes work. Can you tell me why you want to call me that?" He just gestures vaguely at...all of me. "Words, Dae."

"You're just so- so Daddy, Sir. You're strong, and stern, and safe. You make me feel small and delicate, but in a good way, not in a weak pathetic way. Just the thought of being your good boy makes my hole clench like I'm about to come." I manage not to chuckle, but I love how naughty he plays.

"Do you want to be my naughty boy sometimes, too? My bad boy?"

"Yes, Daddy. I want you to spank me when I'm bad."

"Oh, Baby, I'll be doing a lot more than just spanking you." He shivers and purrs, pushing himself against me, letting me know his need. "And we definitely have to have a very grown up meeting about your terms and what we both need out of this, but in the meantime, I'm going to fuck my sweet Baby Boy. Present for me, Baby."

He jumps up and deposits himself in the middle of the bed, face pressed into the soft covers, ass high. He's so delectable, his thick black lashes resting against his cheek while his whole body lightly trembles. I coat my fingers in lube and slowly slide two inside his eager clutching hole.

"Does my sweet boy like when Daddy stretches him out?" I murmur, stroking his smooth cock and listening to his delightful whimpers of agreement, making a mental note that he really responds well to the encouragement, to the caring words. I keep crooning saccharine phrases close to his ear, hearing him mutter quiet affirmative words, feeling him tense hard around my scissoring fingers as he releases over my hand with a moan. I bring it up to his mouth and he laps, kitten-like and sweet, his large eyes looking up at me, and I groan as I see the creamy fluid being flicked into his mouth.

"Such a good boy, Dae, but I haven't finished with you yet."

"Please, Daddy." He's dazed but lucid, and I know exactly what he wants. He's relaxed, worked loose enough that I can take him in one, fast and hard, just the way we both like, as I keep his ass high with a strong grip on his tiny hips, just slamming for a while, enjoying his demanding, grabbing passage, until I shift forward to change my angle and the depth of thrust, shortening it so I hit his pleasure spot with every strike. Dae is a total size whore, which I appreciate, and I have a lot of plans for his hungry little hole, but there's nothing like a well-aimed plunge to have any sub falling apart under you, as he falls off the cliff, pulling me with him a few strokes later.