“Yes, ma’am.”
I turned to see Dallas scrolling on his phone. I half expected him to either be watching me or to have even joined me on the shore where I was kicking at the water aimlessly. I appreciated the privacy he gave me to speak to her.
“Everything cool?” He asked me when I returned salty and damp back to where he was waiting for me.
“Everything is cool, yes,” I said as I sat between his legs and instinctively laid back against his chest.
He wrapped his toned arms around my middle pulling me in closer to rest his chin on my head.
“It’s crazy to think about–” I started to say thoughtfully and almost to myself.
“What’s that, sweetheart?”
“If I passed you on the street, there’s a good chance I wouldn’t even recognize you.”
He chuckled, squeezing me a little tighter before he spoke again.
“In a room of a thousand women, my eyes would only find you.”
I turned and smacked his shoulder, blushing from cheek to cheek.
“That’s not fair!”
His whole body shook with laughter.
* * *
We sat on the beach far beyond sunset. We talked about life, baseball and family. I could tell his family meant the world to him because when he spoke of them he was so happy, comfortable, and peaceful.
I shivered slightly, it was getting chilly out near the water with the night fall and the cold ocean breeze. He noticed my lip started to quiver. I didn’t want to leave where we were at that moment, I wanted us to stay here as long as we could together, him wrapping his big arms around me to keep me warm.
Breaking through our romantic moment, my stomach growled. Immediately he was standing over me, offering me his hand.
“Get up you need food.” He stated matter of factly. Just
like that, Dom Daddy was back.
Not that I’m complaining…
We walked hand in hand, leaving behind everything on the beach. Like a man on a mission with long strides he walked quickly, I struggledto keep up with my short little legs.
When we got inside he stopped at the bar in the kitchen. He pulled out a stool. Without warning I let out an excited squeal when he lifted me as if I were as light as a feather and placed me on the seat, scooting me closer to reach the counter top.
He didn’t say a word as he focused fiercely on bringing all sorts of ingredients to the counter from the refrigerator.
There was a peaceful silence between us as I watched him meticulously cut potatoes into small chunks. He pulled out a skillet in one quick motion and poured a small amount of vegetable oil into it.
He added the potatoes to the heated skillet and the room filled with sounds of sizzling. I caught him looking up at me from where he stood over the cutting board but no words were spoken. It wasn’t awkward or uneasy, it just felt natural.
I tried to get up and help him but all he did was point to my chair and say, “you just sit there and look pretty.”
“Yes, Daddy,” was all I could say as he concentrated on preparing a meal for us. It was strange for me because when I signed the contract to be his Sub, I had it in my mind that a Sub was to do anything for her Dom, but outside of the bedroom, he caters to me. A balanced dynamic, I suppose? It was almost like a sort of aftercare that lasted the whole time we spent together between sessions. I obey him in the bed and he rewards me with praise and attention.
I couldn’t tell exactly what he was preparing, but whatever it was smelled amazing.
* * *
My stomach growled one more time just as he sat a plate in front of me. I was shocked to see it was potato hash, one of my favorite southernmeals. My mother used to make it for me when it had been a long day and she wanted to make something easy but filling. My father was never a fan of the casserole-styled combo, so I always got seconds.
