Page 136 of Little Sunshine
It boded well for the relationship but not for my sanity.
“What else?” I asked.
“Do you have any fetishes or kinks I should know about?”
Yes.
You saying fetishes or kinks.
Actually, just you. Full stop.
Again, I didn’t say it out loud. I should’ve let it fly so she knew exactly what she was getting into. But when it came to my growing obsession with her, I still held back.
At least until she agreed.
Moving my hand from her hair, I cupped the back of her head and pulled her closer. Even then, it wasn’t close enough, and I lifted her to straddle me with her ass on my knees. “New rule.”
She pulled her lip between her teeth and braced.
“If we’re sitting, you’re on my lap.”
“Okay.”
Okay.
Easy as that.
It took me a moment to remember her question—and that she hadn’t agreed to anything, so putting her on the coffee table and dropping to my knees to eat her pussy until she screamed wasn’t happening.
For then.
“The diplomat and I don’t share a piss kink, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I wasn’t, but it’s still reassuring to know.”
“I’m guessing you read about BDSM today.”
“I did.”
“I like the first two parts. BDS. Bondage and discipline. Dominance and submission. The other SM isn’t my thing.” I watched for a reaction that never came. “Most classify being a Daddy as a kink, but I don’t. It’s not something I role play. It’s not some added fun. It’s unconventional, sure, but it’s just who I am.”
She studied me, her words carefully nonchalant. “I read about how people do this to cope with a trauma.”
“I’m sure that’s true for some, but not in my case. There’s no reason for it. Nothing happened that triggered some big change. I’ve always been like this.” I thought about Juliet’s advice earlier. “That said, this isn’t an either-or situation.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s not that either you get on board with what I like, or this doesn’t happen. You don’t just have a say in it, you hold the power. You decide whether you want to hand it over to me or not. I want this. I think it’ll fit and be good for both of us. But even if you don’t want me to be your Daddy, I still want you.”
Mila leaned back so far, she would’ve toppled off my lap had it not been for my hands on her waist. “You’d go vanilla for me?”
I lifted my chin. “Not saying it’ll be a one-eighty. I’m a bossy prick. I’ll want to spoil you. I’ll have suggested guidelines regarding your safety and well-being because I know how dangerous Vegas can be. But they won’t involve being bent over my lap if you don’t follow them.”
Of all the ways I’d have to change, that was the only part that didn’t sit well with me—and not just because I’d loved reddening Mila’s cute ass.
Her gaze went over my shoulder. “Wouldn’t you miss it or be unsatisfied?”
“Fuck no. I can’t deny that I liked hearing you say Daddy, and that I like control. I get off on it. But it’s not about making you do shit for me. It’s about knowing that you depended on and needed me.”
