Quinten’s smile grows. “That’s so sweet.”
“It is. But we also would have had sex that night. Instead, we have not had sex at all. We haven’t even kissed.”
“And you’d like to.”
“Yes. He needs to stop tiptoeing around me like I’ll break.”
“I can see how you’d be frustrated. I can also see that Camden is being careful. He doesn’t want to risk you panicking.”
I finally lean back in the corner of the loveseat. “I think the reason he wanted me to talk to you is so you could tell us if you think I’m stable enough to make decisions about spankings and sex. I think he needs you to sign off on my mental health before he’ll touch me for pain or pleasure.”
“And what do you think? Should I sign off on them?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
I draw in a deep breath. “Physically, I’m almost healed. He’s not going to hurt me by touching me intimately or spanking me. I…” I pause to think and pull my thoughts together. This wasn’t something I expected to be defending today.
Quinten waits.
I clear my throat. “I think if he would let our relationship move to the place it would be without the attack, I wouldn’t be walking on eggshells all the time. I need the contact. I need the intimacy he insists he intends to give me for the rest of my life. I need to be able to be naughty and know he will spank me. This weird dynamic we’ve had for the past week is not us. It’s surreal. He’s not fully Dadding me like I know he wants and I crave. He’s also not treating me as Little as I am and he wants. It’s an odd limbo that I don’t like. It’s uncomfortable.”
“That’s very insightful, Simone.”
I smile. It really was. I’m not sure I could have fully articulated any of that before. It just came to me.
“I think you have your answer. You need to confront Camden and tell him you’re ready.”
I sit taller. “I think if we were living in the dynamic we both crave, I wouldn’t be staring into space trying to rewrite history. I could focus on being Little and all that entails.”
“I think you are probably right, Little one.”
“Who’s going to tell Camden?”
“You are. Shall we ask him to join us?”
Chapter 11
Camden
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I’m surprised by everything that Simone has said to me in the last half an hour. I did not expect the two of them to bring me in to talk about impact play and sex. I thought today’s visit with Quinten would be about healing tools for Simone, such as keeping a journal or talking about her feelings.
Apparently, what my girl needs is a hard spanking and a good fuck. I hope to God she’s right when she says those are things she needs and wants.
I invited Quinten here to help her through her trauma. If he believes she’s ready to submit to me on a deeper level, I will take his advice. After all, this is about paying attention to what Simone believes she’s ready for. Only she knows that.
As soon as I give a final wave to Quinten and shut the front door, Simone turns on me, stepping in front of me, wrapping her arms around my waist, tipping her head back, and setting her chin on my chest. “So, are you going to stop babying me?”
“I’ll never stop babying you, Little one. That’s part of age play,” I tease as I grab her ponytail and pull her head back farther, exposing her neck.
She rolls her eyes. “Daddy…”
We both gasp at the same time.
Her cheeks turn pink as her smile grows. “That just slipped out.”
