Chapter 2 #2
"So, usually a dynamic like ours would be considered Dom/Sub.
Where one person is more dominant and takes a leading role in the relationship and activities.
I would be considered a Daddy Dom. I would be the provider, and I like to be able to take control, so all you would have to worry about is enjoying your time with me.
" That dynamic sounds nice. I could really get used to it, but the fear of becoming dependent on him and him being able to withdraw provisions, leaving me with nothing, is like a rock in my stomach.
"For some, the dynamic is only sexual, for others it is a 24/7 lifestyle. There are even some where there is no sex involved. It is really up to the people participating."
"And which are we?"
"That's something we need to decide. The way we have been with each other over the last few days has given me a taste of what living a 24/7 lifestyle would be like with you, and to be honest, I loved it.
I loved you blindly trusting me, I loved watching you do exactly as you were told, letting me take control.
I loved being in a position to provide for and protect you. But it's not only about me."
I nod, remembering what it felt like to relinquish all control and let Theo take over, not just during sex, but when he was taking care of me and making sure I was fed, or that I was ok after being roofied, or even after being told my mom was a whore.
Maybe that is part of why I've been so attracted to him, because he truly cares about me.
"So I would have to listen to everything you say?"
"The things we agreed upon, yes. If there are things you are not comfortable giving over control of, that's fine. We just need to discuss it so we are on the same page."
"And if I don't listen to you, what happens?" Heat settles in my stomach as the different scenarios playout in my head.
"If you disobey, there will be punishments. Again, all agreed upon beforehand, but if you decide to push the boundaries, there will be consequences. Some I'm sure you think you would enjoy, others you…" he pauses as the corners of his lips lift into a knowing smirk, "won't."
Is he thinking about the things he would do to me? Is he imagining the punishments he will give me right now? The thought has me tightening around nothing, remembering the consequences I got in the dressing room.
"Ok."
"Ok, what?" He smiles slowly. He needs me to say it. There needs to be no gray; this is black or white. I'm in or I'm out.
"Ok. I will give you control inside and outside of the bedroom.
I want you to be in charge." His smile widens as his hands grip my face and pull me into a kiss.
This kiss is different; it's not full of lust like the ones before.
It's almost as if he's thanking me. For giving him control?
For liking what he likes? For just existing?
I smile against his lips as he begins to pull away. He relaxes back into the corner of the couch and pulls me into him.
“We will go more in depth when I get home about rules and boundaries for both of us, so while I am gone I need you to be thinking about your hard limits.” I pull my phone out and begin browsing my shopping lists to see what I want to buy with Theo's money.
If spoiling me makes him happy, who am I to say no?
He tilts my phone down when I don't answer.
“Aria.” I smile, and look over my shoulder at him. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I smile, he presses his lips to my neck.
“You’re going to be so much trouble aren't you?” I let out a breathy moan as he grazes his teeth over my neck. “Keep shopping,” he instructs.
I lift my phone up and do as I am told. I scroll past a drafting desk and pause. I want it, but I also don't need it right now. I don't even have a job lined up or a place to put it. I start to scroll away when Theo stops me.
"Why didn't you get it?" he asks.
"I don't even have a job or any idea when I'll get one. Plus, where would I put it? All your rooms are full of furniture." It's not like on night one I can insist on him throwing away a room full of furniture so I can have an office for a non-existent job.
"You have an interview on Monday, so you'll need it soon. And tell me which room you want and it's yours."
"You can't be serious."
"Which part?"
"Both?"
"You have an interview on Monday with Castin Construction.
It's for a receptionist position, but it's at least a foot in the door, getting you closer to where you want to be.
" He sounds so assuring, like he really believes I can just walk in and get a job at one of the top architectural firms in the state.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you get me an interview? Don’t you want me to fully rely on you and let you provide?" Isn't that the Daddy part he was talking about, wanting to be the one providing for all my needs?
"Yes, eventually. But I know there is no way in hell you are going to trust me overnight.
I want you to take all the time you need to build trust between us, and if having a job and your own income gives you some peace of mind while you do that, then that's what we need to do.
" He is still providing for me, just in a different way.
He is giving me the space to become comfortable with letting him take care of me. Maybe this can be real.
"The loft." Theo tilts his head back to look at the metal railing above us that circles an open loft.
"Done, it's yours. We will have someone come clear out the furniture when I get home from the trip."
I smile as I settle against his chest and begin scrolling for new furniture.