She heard him clear his throat and tensed, worried about what he was going to say, but it wasn’t what she was expecting at all.
“You know, I remember the first day we met. It wasn’t more than half an hour before we were in trouble together, and I knew then that I wanted you to be my best friend. Then when we got older and it turned into more, I just thought how lucky I was that I could have you as my best friendandmy girlfriend, because you were the coolest person I knew.”
She shifted, hissing in a breath as her weight settled on a sore spot, but she wanted, needed to see his eyes. “Really? You thought that?” she asked as she looked into the dark blue irises.
He nodded, “I did, yeah. And then when we started exploring the D/s stuff, I was just so glad that you trusted me that much. It felt like an honor to have someone put that much faith in me, but Charlie, you can trust me with the rest, too.” He sounded so serious and his gaze took on a harder aspect; she dropped her eyes.
“The rest?” she asked, even though she had an idea of what he was talking about.
“I don’t just want a sexy lover that I can tie up and spank. I want the whole package. That means I want to know what scares you, what makes you sad or mad, or… you know? All of it. And if you want me to be your Daddy,” he paused for a second and then continued, “then I needallthe information so I can take care of you.”
She felt a fluttering of emotion in her chest, some mixture of happy at him saying the ‘D’ word and nervousness about what he was asking. “But it’s hard to talk about stuff like that. And I…I didn’t want you to think I was a wimp who couldn’t get past her childhood baggage,” she admitted, her voice soft and so low he had to lean in to hear it.
“Sure, it’s hard, Charlie. The important stuff is always hard, butmylittle girl needs to tell me what’s going on in her head. I’m not a mind reader. So, if you want this to work you can’t push stuff down and shut me out.” His tone was gentle and his hand rubbed slow circles on her back to soothe her.
It was a lot to think about, a lot to give him, but it wasn’t unreasonable. He was right and she knew it. That was the whole thing about D/s relationships; they needed to be full of honesty and she understood, but emotional honesty wasn’t something she was any good at. It would be work.
But like he’d said the important things were always hard, and maybe she could at least give it a shot.
She didn’t look up at him, but she nodded. “I want…I want you to be my Daddy. I don’t know how it’s all supposed to work yet, but I know that there’s this huge part of me that needs to be taken care of. Loved, spoiled and—and punished too sometimes. If I can have that then…” She bit her bottom lip, took a deep breath, and as she let it out she nodded again, more to herself than to him. “Yeah, if I can have that then I think I can handle a real relationship.”
She snuck a glance up to see how he reacted and was just in time to see his face light up with something like joy and it seemed to fill her up. She wanted him to always look just like that—like he was filled with happiness and excitement and love for her.
Suddenly just sitting in his lap wasn’t enough, she needed to be as close as possible to him. It took a little maneuvering and she ended up straddling his lap, legs hanging down on either side of his hips, arms looped around him so her whole body was pressed to his. She buried her face against his neck and whispered, “My Daddy.”
Testing how it felt to use it now. It had been different to say it in a sexy way, or because she was being punished. This was more of an ownership thing. She was his little girl, but that meant the reverse was true. He washerDaddy. All hers. And it felt safe and good.
He shifted, spreading his legs a little so that her bare bottom was balanced over open air and not pressing against his jeans and the throbbing in her sore ass felt better immediately. “All yours, little girl,” he assured her.
She was content to cling to him like that for a few minutes. They didn’t talk but the silence was one of contentment. It couldn’t last forever; they still had things to talk about, and despite the emotional stuff her body continued to pulse with need. It had lessened a little, but it was still there urging her to get on with things and eventually she worked up the courage to say something.
“Are you still going to…um?”
“Still going to what, darlin’?” Sam asked when she didn’t continue. She couldn’t tell if he knew what she was wondering and was just making her say it, or if he just hadn’t connected the dots after the talk.
She squirmed, and not just physically as she tried to make herself say the words. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“You mean am I still going to claim your ass?” His chest rumbled as he laughed. “Oh yeah, I sure am, baby girl. You’re mine and so is your ass.” Then in a more serious tone, “But I know this has been emotional for you, so if you’re not up for it tonight we can wait.”
“We can?” She leaned back to look him in the eyes. “But we had a deal…”
Sam shook his head. “I’m never going to make you do something that’s unhealthy for you, and I want you to tell me if you really truly think anything I ask you to do is a bad idea.”
She must have looked a little uncertain because his expression hardened. “That’s an order, Charlie. Let’s make it your first rule, too. If Ievertell you to do something that you think is unhealthy or unsafe for you, youwilltell me how you feel. Say it,” he said, a tone of command in his voice.
Oh, somehow that made it easier. “If you tell me to do something I think is unhealthy I’ll tell you, yes, Daddy,” she promised.
A hint of smile curved his mouth up at one corner, “Good girl. Now, is your ass ready for me tonight, or are we waiting?”
She pursed her lips, thinking. “If we putthatoff can we still have sex tonight?”
“Nope.”
She sighed; of course, it wouldn’t be that easy. She needed to feel him in her, something to clinch the deal, so to speak. Her body was also demanding some action and the only shot she had at an orgasm was going to be this. “Then I want it tonight,” she said.
“Are you sure?” He examined her, as if for signs that she was lying and she nodded.
“No nodding, I want to hear the words. If you want it that bad you can ask for it.” It seemed like sweet Daddy was gone and stern Daddy was back in play.
