#Chapter104
/"I'm into something called DDLB. It stands for — /"
/"But wait,/" I cut him off. /"An actual, grown-ass person sits there sucking on a pacifier? You said it was consensual, so you've done it before? You've had somebody suck on that thing?/"
Deacon faltered but recovered very quickly. /"Yes. I mean, not that specific pacifier. That one is brand new. But my ex, Jason, wasn't just my boyfriend. He was my Little. I was his boyfriend and his Daddy./"
The words did something. Uprooted another ghost of a conversation. Drunken slurred words against foggy actions and fuzzy vision, it didn't make any sense.
Recoiling at the word, I could only gape. /"Is that what you were trying to do to me? Turn me into a fucking freak?/" My tone had risen. Tainted with a waiver of hysteria.
Holding up his hands, eyes softening, he spoke in such a soft, calming manner. /"No. I would never force that on you, Isaac./"
