A/N: so, we know Dae is a size queen. So, there's that. 

Dunno, this is probably the kinkiest thing in here, maybe, depending on your kink expectations, but I gotta build up to Xander's story, which is coming soon, as he is far kinkier than any of the Doms I've written about so far.

Darn it, edit, I forgot the pic

"I want to ask you something."

Dae looks up at me with his pretty, dark eyes and bites his lip with a small smile.

"Oh," I say to him, "you think you already know, huh?"

"Maybe, Daddy," he whispers, sliding his small hand onto my knee under the table, glancing over at the waitress who's coming our way. I put my hand over his so he can't move it as he tries to tug away.

"No. You're mine."

His plump lips drop open and his little tongue flicks out, moistening the flesh.

It's all a game. He likes to put on a show for me, I like to react to his adorable affectations. But I do want to ask him something. He's been with Perry and Levi in their apartment since he got out of hospital the second time, barring the nights he's spent at mine. And I want to make that a permanent thing.

"Do you like your new apartment?"

"Yes, Daddy. It's very nice. Thank you for paying Perry and Levi so I can live with them."

"Such good manners, Beautiful," I chuckle.

"They're very nice to me, though I don't know them very well. They've been giving me some advice."

"I'll bet they have," I laugh.

Dae's already been coming to me with some new moves and reactions that I have a feeling he picked up from those two. With Perry being a size queen and Levi being a grade-A brat, they're the perfect combination for him, though I'm sure he's taught them a thing or two as well.

"Do you want to stay there?"

"It's only a two-bedroom apartment. They've been sharing so I can have Perry's room, but I can't stay forever. I'm going to ask Master François if I can have more hours dancing in the club, because I'll need to move out soon."

"Do you want your own place?" I ask, suddenly conscious that maybe he'll be wanting freedom, not to be crowded by someone who wants to control him, and I can't pretend I don't.

"No, Daddy. I think I'll try share somewhere."

I bite the bullet; "How about sharing with me?"

"For real? Properly?"

"For real."

"Oh! Yes, Daddy, please!" He leaps from his chair, straddling me and kissing all over my face, definitely showing he isn't at all worried about anyone seeing. "Can we go home and celebrate?"

That isn't a suggestion I'm going to turn down, not with what I have in mind for the evening, and I fling notes on the table, gathering him up and hugging him tightly to my side. It's a nice evening, so we walk the few blocks, and I embrace the feeling of happiness that comes from having his small body pressed against me.

We pause when my phone buzzes, and I take a call from one of my staff about a case we're currently working. When I turn around, Dae is crouched close to a wall.

"Baby, what's the matter?"

"Daddy," he whines, standing to show me a tiny black kitten snuggled in his arms, it's fur matted and poking this way and that.

It mewls at me as I look down at it, Dae nuzzling against its head.

"Baby, it might have fleas."

"I'll get it flea treatment, Daddy. Please," he turns those wide eyes on me, matching the kitten's bright blue stare.

"Well, I can't fight that, can I? But it goes to a vet tomorrow. It might be microchipped."

We have to go a little out of our way, but there's a twenty-four-hour grocery store close by, so we stop there, Dae tucking the possibly infested ball of cute into his shirt. They don't have much, but we pick up an anti-flea shampoo and some kitten milk, as well as a blanket and some toys and a litter tray.

I think my evening might have just gone out the window, but when Dae looks so happy, murmuring down at the fluffball as we finish the walk home, I can't be upset.

Luckily, I have a cardboard box that hasn't gone into the recycling, because I don't want what will undoubtedly be an untrained baby going all over my hardwood floors while we sleep tonight, and I set it up with an old cushion and the new fluffy blanket while Dae gives him a wash in the sink.

"Go to Daddy, Bagheera," he says, handing over the shivering kitten, wrapped in a huge towel.

"Bagheera?"

"Suits him, yes? He's going to grow into a strong little panther."

"Yes, Baby, suits him."

"You get him nice and dry while I go and get ready for you."

"You still want...?"

"Of course," he giggles.

"Do a full cleanse," I shout after him, feeling better about being granted the Daddy role for a kitten now, too.

I feed the kitten and, to my joy, watch him use the litter tray. Maybe he won't be too much of a disruption, if he doesn't have an owner. Though I'm already aware that, if he does, we'll be visiting the rescue center straight away. He's tucked safely in the box, wrapped around a plushie that's almost as big as him and, okay, I take a few pictures on my phone.

Dae is kneeling when I enter the bedroom, on his very best behavior.

"You had plans, Daddy?" he asks, sweetly.

"I do. Go climb on the bed."

I follow him, stripping down to my black boxer-briefs, sliding under his lower body and bending him almost double.

"What's this, Daddy?"

"Gonna play with you for a while. That okay?"

"Yes, please." He moans and throws his head back as I slide a finger inside, before I squeeze lube against him, pushing it in with a second finger.

"Such a good boy. Always so ready to be played with."

He's so responsive to the movements of my fingers, shifting on the bed to allow me deeper inside him, until I have three, and then four, slickly moving, further each time, my other hand holding him up so he's almost only on his shoulders.

"Letting me in so deep, Baby. You look so good like this."

I can see his cock weeping its pleasure, the droplets threatening to land on his face. That would be something, though I have something else in mind, and once I've pressed in to the point where my knuckles are stretching him wide, pausing and twisting carefully back out, leaving his greedy hole with a beautiful gape, I lift him, laying him on his front.

I show him what's next, as he watches with black blown eyes, far into the zone, just nodding lazily in approval. The dildo is longer than anything I've asked him to take before – a full twelve inches. I won't get him to take the whole thing, not yet, but I'm definitely going to toy with areas that don't normally receive stimulation. I lift him up so he can gain a little traction with his hips, and position the smooth head against his eager little hole.

"Push back, Baby."

He takes the tip easily, and I hold it in place, encouraging him to push back again, taking more, repeating the gentle filling until it's probably two thirds inside him, and he grumbles at the next push, feeling like it's reached its limit.

"How do you feel?"

"Full Daddy. It's a lot."

"You can take some more, Baby."

"I can't Daddy, too big," he whimpers, eyes swimming.

"Shall I take it out?"

He growls his disapproval, and I know he's asking me to take control, to push him a little.

"Wriggle your hips, find a comfortable place," I instruct, and, while he's shifting, I carefully apply constant pressure, until I feel the flexible tip release, sinking deeper.

He gasps, a mewl of consternation at the new sensation turning into a moan of pleasure. He looks incredible, his hands tightly clenching the bedding, but his body relaxed, accepting my control. I toy with him for a while, twisting it inside his body, sliding it in tiny increments, back and forth. I could finish it, pushing it all the way, but I want something else, and I don't want to make him too tender, not yet, so I gently draw it out and leave it to the side.

He's glistening, the gape bigger now, relaxed and ready. I put him onto his back, leaning in to take his mouth while he lazily responds, letting me claim him.

"Can I put my whole hand in you, Baby?"

His eyes focus at that, looking up at me with aroused trepidation and a short nod.

"You ever done it?"

"No, Daddy, but I want to. I want you to."

I reach into my drawer for the nitrile gloves I'd put in there in optimistic hope, and the thicker lube specially designed for this. The gloves will keep things smooth; a definite benefit for his first time, and the lube, well, there's no such thing as too much lube when it comes to fisting. I scoop plenty and apply it, pushing it just inside with two fingers while Dae spreads his legs wide. I work back up to four fingers, like I did before, and he takes me easily, being so relaxed from all the play. I twist and push until my thumb is resting tightly against his perineum and I'm as far inside as I can be. I can feel his taut sphincter quivering against my knuckles as it learns the level of relaxation needed.

"You ready?"

"Please, Daddy." He sounds almost drunk, his eyes gone back to hazy pleasure and it's an incredible feeling to know I'm the reason for it. This is the control, this is where the pleasure of power comes from. I pull out slightly so I can press my thumb to my palm, and I push forward, back to where I'd been before, and then further.

"Breathe, Baby. This is the tough bit. Bear down for me."

He does, I can feel his body's confusion as it wants to tighten, but then softens instead, allowing me in, to the widest point, which makes him whimper, but then it's done, and I'm in, and he lets out a giggly breath.

"Feel okay?"

"Wow, Daddy. It's, it's a lot. But good," he giggles again, a tear escaping.

I get it – it's incredibly intense. I know from personal experience. I never had to take anyone's fist while I trained as a Dom, but there was no way François would have let me put it on my preference list without both practicing under guidance, and knowing personally what it feels like to be filled to the point of being overwhelmed. That limit is different for different people, and my limit comes well before a fist, and I'm so proud, and pleased, by Dae's reactions.

I carefully curl my fingers, though I won't apply too much force this time. I can use my knuckles though, so he can feel his walls stretching around them, and sweep them along the sensitive walls, over his prostate, staying shallow for now.

"Do you think you can come for me?"

"Can I?" he asks, or agrees, I'm not sure, sounding four whiskeys deep, slurring between moans.

I've had my other hand on him the whole time – his thigh, or his stomach – grounding him, but I move it now, taking his cock and gently playing while I move my fist smoothly, until I feel his walls constrict and he comes over his stomach.

I very carefully remove my hand from his, now over-sensitive, insides, wiping him clean of cum and lube and discarding the gloves, pulling him to me so I can curl around him.

"Kitty, Daddy," he mumbles, almost asleep.

Yup, definitely Daddy to a sweet, demanding boy, and a tiny black ball of fur now. But I'm okay with that.

A/N: eek, only one more chapter to go 🤩