I nod into his skin. “Yeah.”
“Really?”
I sit up slightly, looking at him. “Actually… yeah. I’m better than good. I feel… settled? Does that make sense?”
His mouth curves. “Completely.”
I tuck my legs under me, the sheets twisted around my waist. “So, um. That thing we did…”
He raises an eyebrow. “You mean the part where you called me Daddy and completely wrecked me and then I ruined your sweet little pussy?”
I laugh, cheeks warm. “Yeah, that part.”
He sits up too, tucking a hand behind my knee. “Let’s talk about it.”
There’s no judgment in his eyes. Just openness. And something soft. Safe
“I liked how it felt,” I say. “Letting go like that. Trusting you to take control, but still… knowing I could stop anything if I needed to.”
“You can stop anything. Always.”
I nod. “I know.” A pause.
“Did it feel too… much?” I ask.
“No,” he says immediately. “It felt right. But only if it felt that way for you too.”
“It did.”
A beat passes between us.
Then he asks, “Do you want it to be a thing? Like… more than just a one-time bedroom thing?”
I hesitate, but only because I’m scared of saying yes too fast. Scared of sounding needy. But I do want more.
“I think I do,” I admit. “Not just the sex. I liked how it felt when you called me your good girl. I liked knowing I could lean on you and not be judged. I liked the way you paid attention to everything I needed… even when I didn’t know how to say it.”
He brushes a piece of hair behind my ear. “That’s what this kind of dynamic is about, Ava. It’s not just kinky. It’s a relationship built on care. Clarity. Safety.”
“So it’s not just… roleplay?”
He smiles. “Not if we don’t want it to be.”
I rest my head on his shoulder. “What does that look like, then? If we make it part of us?” He thinks for a moment.
“Well, some people build rituals. Gentle structure. Like rules—but not in a controlling way. In a grounding way. Maybe it’s a check-in every morning. Maybe it’s calling me Daddy in private. Maybe it’s me reminding you to eat when you’re too busy overworking yourself.”
I smile. “That sounds… kind of nice.”
He kisses the top of my head. “We’d set boundaries. Limits. What feels good, what doesn’t. We can use safewords if we’re doing something intense. But we can also keep it soft. Playful. It’s yours as much as it is mine.”
“I just want to be yours,” I whisper before I can stop myself.
His arms tighten around me. “You already are, Baby Girl.”
We’re quiet for a while.
Then I glance at the nightstand, heart fluttering. “Is it weird if I… want something small? Like, I don’t know. A reminder. Of this. Of us?”
