“You might be kinkier than you think you are.” I touch a strand of her hair, twirling it around my finger. “The things we’ve done together aren’t entirely vanilla, you know.”
“But now you’re talking about punishing me, and it seems like…”
“A whole new level of kinky?”
She nods.
“Well, you know what a safe word is, but if you tell me no or stop, I’ll stop.”
“I don’t want you to hurt me.” She looks down.
“Not even a little bit?”
She bites her lip again. “Maybe a little bit? Troy sort of spanked me.”
“I know. I watched. You liked it. I did, too.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say I liked it.”
“You came so hard on his face I think you saw heaven.”
She laughs. “Maybe so.”
“How about we try a few things. I’ll walk you through it. Anything you don’t like, you tell me. And a safe word will get you out of the scene, no matter what.”
“All right.” She waits, standing uncertainly before me.
“First, the safe word. Red is a pretty common one, but you can pick anything you want.”
“Like kumquat?”
“Sure, if you want.”
She laughs. “Nah. Red is good.”
“Red it is. Second, honorifics. You’ll call me Sir. Or...if you’re willing, Daddy.”
Her eyes go wide in surprise. “Daddy?”
I nod. “Thanks, angel. I like the sound of that.”
She gives a little laugh. “That’s, uh, not what I would’ve expected.”
“We can revisit it later if you want. But I rather like it. I want to take care of you like a daddy would, and I want to protect you and have you look up to me like that.”
“Okay...Daddy.”
It satisfies an inner need I didn’t know I had. The other day in the shower, when I jerked off to the fantasy of her calling me Daddy, I didn’t know it would be this good. Goddamn, I want to hear her say it all the time.
“Take off your clothes, princess. I’ll help you.”
She lifts her arms and I pull her shirt off. Her lacy purple bra complements her skin. I like the look of it, so I leave it on for now. Next, I tug down her sweatpants, leaving her in her matching panties.
“Beautiful. You’re my beautiful girl.”
She blushes.
“Now, you said something about feeling naughty. I can think of half a dozen ways you’ve been a brat to me over the last month. We should do something about that. Get on your knees, sweetheart.”
