I nod and wait for Daddy to shut the bathroom door before I pull my shorts down and relieve my bladder. I let everything in the last forty minutes float through my mind, wanting to store each moment in my brain. I had fun tonight and I do hope we do this again. I liked the feeling of pushing the line a bit, too. I didn't do that with Mark and I definitely didn't do it with Remington. He scares me too much to not behave.
I finish up and wash my hands before brushing my teeth. It's the same toothbrush that he gave me last time I stayed. When I make it to the bedroom, he's already laying in bed. He's shirtless with the blanket covering his waist and legs and has a book in his hand.
"All done?" he asks with a smile. He reaches over and pats the mattress beside him.
"I am." I join him in the bed and don't hesitate to snuggle up beside him. I almost want to take my shirt off too, but I love my jammies too much. "Thank you for doing this."
"I've enjoyed it," Brandt says. He lays the book on his other side and turns in the bed to face me. He gives me a lazy kiss before pulling back and I see his eyes searching mine. I'm not sure what for. "Are you in your big headspace to talk about it?"
I appreciate that he's asking. I know with Mark we laid out the rules before we started, but he's an established Daddy and Brandt will be learning on the job, so to speak. I don't mind if he checks in after scenes or during, or really whenever. We'll be learning together. "I am enough for us to talk about what wedid." I smile and shift my legs so they're tangled with his. "But I still demand cuddles after this."
"You got it, my Prince." Brandt says the words softly and I want to melt against him. I love the nickname. "Did you like what we did tonight? I know it wasn't for a long time, but did you have fun?"
"I did," I say honestly. "I liked when you got a little stern too."
"Really?" He seems surprised, but in a happy way at that. "Can I tell you a secret? I've pictured how we would work together in scenes like this and it almost always ends with you being a little bratty. Not a lot, but a few tantrums or talking back."
"I can do that." My whole body is on board with that for sure. "I haven't thrown a tantrum while I'm Little yet, but I can definitely do it. What will I get for it?"
"Well." Brandt brushes his fingertips against my temple and down my cheek. "I think it'll depend on how bratty you become. I like the thought of making you sit in time out or writing lines to say you're sorry."
"What about spankings?" As soon as the words are out, I see his face change and I can't tell if it's good or not. "Or not?"
"I'm sorry," Brandt says. "I'm not comfortable with spankings. I swore I'd never be like that. My brother and I have both talked about it. Even with someone consenting, I don’t think I’d enjoy it."
I can see the sadness in his eyes and in his voice. I can see the pain in the way his lips dip down and his hands still against my jaw. I rest my palm against his chest, scratching lightly against the hair there. I don’t want to pry, he’ll tell me when he’s ready. If ever.
"We don't have to, Daddy. I can do something else for you."
"You are too sweet, Prince. Thank you for understanding that."
I don't know what to say to that, so I bury my face against his chest and wrap an arm around his waist. I feel his chest rumble with a quiet laugh as he kisses the top of my head.
"Do you want Daddy to read to you tonight?"
Chapter Eight
"Areyousureaboutthis?" Tyler asks me once more as we walk across the parking lot behind Shade Grown. I take his hand and squeeze it.
"Double sure," I say. "This is a part of you, a big part that I know makes you happy and I want to learn more."
"But if this isn't for you, we can leave early."
I tug on Tyler's hand, stopping us just shy of walking through the small alley between the coffee shop and restaurant next door.
"I'm interested in this, Tyler. We had fun last week, didn't we?" I smile when his cheeks turn a rosy pink ever-so-slightly. "I've read first hand accounts, I've joined groups on a couple social media platforms as well. This is as much for me as it is for you, okay?"
"Okay." He nods and I lean forward and kiss his forehead.
"Let's go inside," I say with a smile.
I am a bit nervous, but not for the reasons that Tyler thinks. I'm meeting the others that he hangs out with regularly. Of course, I already know Austin and Orion, but as a customer. I'm meeting their Daddies tonight, which is what I'm equally excited and terrified for. I have so many questions. I know I'm younger than them. I know there isn't an age requirement to be a Daddy, but still. They have their own careers, own their businesses. I work as a nurse. I love my job and I'm proud of what I do, but… Will it be enough?
There are already plenty of people here when we walk in. I had to work a long shift and Tyler didn't want to show up without me. The atmosphere is warm, cozy. I take Tyler's jacket, a light one that we had to compromise on. I'm doing better at letting him make his own decisions. We talked about it, about how he wants someone that can help him with keeping track of everything, but not overbearing and making him feel like he's fragile.
I'm still trying to figure out that balance and I'm hoping tonight will answer some of my questions.
"Ty!" Someone shouts. I watch Tyler turn toward the sound and smile. There's a guy, early twenties, with cropped, blonde hair and the bluest eyes. He's wearing a baby blue long sleeve shirt with a pair of khaki shorts and brightly colored tennis shoes.
