My breath caught—again—as that hot image nearly made me cream myself right there.
Buuuut he wasn’t done. “And Daddy’s babygirlnevermakes herself come without permission. Daddy will always keep his girl happy, but there might be times I want to make you wait for it, or I want you to beg, or trade for it.”
Ooohhhh fuuuuuck me.
My lower lip caught under my teeth and I tried to steady my breathing.
And the sexy fuckerstillwasn’t through.
“I also expect my girl to be obedient, or there will be punishment. And no matter what the rules are here, no oneeverputs hands on you butme. Some of the other Littles around here are fine with staff dishing out punishment, but I promise that will never be an option. However, if we’re here—especially here—and you break one of their rules or mine, or if someone reports to me that you were naughty…”
I knew what he wanted. “Daddy will punish me,” I whisper.
“Good girl.” He kissed me and goddamnI wanted to climb all over him.
“Punishment might not be a spanking,” he finally said after spinning my brain out of my skull with that kiss. “I might make you stand in a corner or do something that I know you don’t like.”
“Like what?”
He grinned. “Like catching up on your tax paperwork.”
“Motherfucker,” I muttered. “Can I safeword forthat?”
“We’ll start out slow,” he continued. “We’ll tweak our protocols and rituals. Work is off-limits for both of us. And in the beginning, we’ll not only have conversations, but I will also give you assignments to complete.”
“I’m reallynota Little,” I insisted.
“Not like that,” he said. “Things like I will assign you a book or article or something to read, usually related to power exchange and BDSM, and then have you write questions you have about it, or take notes, or even give you questions I want you to answer about the material.”
I considered that. “As long as there’s a reasonable timeframe and I don’t get penalized if I have a shitty day at work or something that makes me not want to do anything but vegetate when I get home.”
He nodded. “Agreed. See? This is a negotiation.”
“What else do you expect?” I asked.
“That if it’s not work-related, outside of specific areas that we define, everything is turned over to me. Decisions, I mean. We won’t mix finances at first, either. At some future point we can get a joint account we use for household expenses. But I never want you thinking you are beholden to me for money. Yet we willeventually have rules about how money is spent. Like if there’s something you want to buy over a certain dollar amount, or in a certain category, I get final say.”
“What if I need it?”
“You need scrubs for work. You need gas for your car. You don’t ‘need’ a life-size Worf figure.”
I snorted. “I’m pretty sure Lilah was joking about buying that.”
“Do you understand what I mean?”
I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“And is that reasonable? Again, we’ll work our way toward that.”
I nodded.
“Now, I want you to tell me your ideas about what you want. I don’t expect this to be written in stone, either.”
Putting this into words simultaneously felt uncomfortable as hell, and strangely relieving that I could open up to someone else.
“I like the idea of being Daddy’s little fucktoy,” I softly admitted. “And I do like the idea of you taking control of… things. Various aspects. But I’m scared. Not of my safety with you. But… like my reaction in class caught me by surprise. I need time to acclimate, I guess.”
He smiled. “All of that is very reasonable. See? Was that so scary to say out loud?”
