Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Two weeks later …
“What are the rules?” Daddy asks as he tips my head back so I’ll meet his gaze.
It’s hard to make coherent speech when he’s leaving for work. He’s so sexy when he dresses for a client. Today he has on black pants, black loafers, a deep purple dress shirt, and a black tie. He’s droolworthy.
“Uhhh…” He makes me repeat the rules for when I’m home alone every time he leaves. I know he hates leaving me, but he has to go to work. We don’t have the luxury of snuggling at home for the rest of our lives without coming out for air and…money.
Daddy narrows his gaze. “Rules, naughty girl.”
I giggle. “No cooking. No stoves, ovens, or microwaves. No running. No scissors. Don’t open the door unless there’s a fire. No glue.” That last one is silly, but Daddy doesn’t like the idea of me using glue when he’s not home. He’s afraid I’ll spill it all over the place.
“And…” He leans in closer.
I pretend to think, tapping my lips.
“Layla…”
“I know. I know. No touching my pussy. I’ve got it. I promise I won’t touch myself.” I won’t. I never break Daddy’s rules. I wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye later and lie, and he knows that, so all of this is moot.
I’m sitting in my playroom at my desk in front of the computer Daddy got me last week. He spent a lot of time grilling me about my interests, and I let him know I had been a straight-A student in school, but I hadn’t had the money to even consider going to college.
Therefore, the most exciting thing happening in my life right now is that I spend several hours a day brushing up on my education because Daddy thinks I should take college classes. The idea is so foreign to me that I’m still leery about his faith in me, but exploring my options is the most fun I’ve ever had.
He bends down to kiss the top of my head and points at the screen. “Take that math placement test today, Little one.”
I scrunch up my face. “Do you think I’m ready for that?”
“It’s a placement test, Baby girl. The purpose of it is to tell us what level you’re at. I’ll look at it when I get home. It doesn’t matter if you get everything wrong.” He cups my face, tipping my head back further. “Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m actually bouncing in my seat because I love math, and I’d like to know what my level is, too.
He points at my phone next. “Keep your phone with you. I get nervous when you don’t answer me.” He lifts a brow.
“I know. I will. Promise.” Daddy likes to text me several times when he’s gone to make sure I’m still okay. It’s overbearing, controlling, and very dominating. It’s also the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me, and it makes my panties wet.
He wraps his hand in my hair, pulls my head back even further, and bends to kiss me sweetly on the lips. He doesn’t kiss me on the mouth often because he tries to keep our relationship practically platonic. He touches me all the time, he holds me in his arms, he kisses my face and the top of my head, but he hasn’t touched me intimately since the time he ate my pussy two weeks ago.
The memory lingers. I dream about it and wake up hot and bothered. I want to experience it again. And I can…as soon as I’m ready to accept the fact that Theo is it for me.
It’s hard. Most days I feel like I’m playing house. I’m the Little girl, and he’s the Daddy. It feels like pretend, though. Like I’m at the club enacting a scene. I’m still struggling to believe it could be real and long-lasting. Forever.
“Also, call Sophia. Tate asked me again last night if you could arrange a double-date.”
I giggle. “He’s so persistent.”
“Determined is the word you’re looking for.” Daddy smiles, kisses me one more time, and leaves.
I watch as he exits my room and listen to every memorized noise as he opens the garage, locks the back door, sets the alarm, and drives away. My heart beats faster because I already miss him.
Craziness. We can’t be together every hour of every day. Daddy has to work. I need to continue exploring my options. One thing I know is that no matter what happens between us, I never want to feel dependent on someone. I never have, and it makes me uneasy to this day.
I live with a foot in two different worlds. It’s giving me whiplash. Most of the time, especially when I’m with Theo, I look forward and honestly believe this is my new life. I’m the lucky girl who body-slammed into a man who turned out to be the perfect Daddy.
But there’s still a part of me who looks back over my shoulder at where I came from and finds it difficult to believe any of this is truly possible. I’m just an average simple woman without big aspirations, living paycheck to paycheck. That’s who I’ve always been. Hoping for more is a pipedream.
The most extravagant thing I ever owned was my membership to the Dungeon. The club was the only place where I could really indulge in age play without worrying about being judged.
Can I really have more?
My phone buzzes, and I giggle as I pick it up, expecting to see a call from Daddy. It’s not unusual for him to call me five minutes after he leaves the house. Sometimes he remembers something he meant to say, and other times he simply says he misses me already. Either way, it’s hot.
It’s not Daddy, though. It’s Sophia. I answer. “Hey, I was going to call you today.”
Sophia chuckles. “I guess I beat you. I’ve been thinking about your suggestion about going on a double date with Tate…”
“That’s what I was going to call about.”
“Oh, okay. Did he change his mind?” Sophia asks, her voice shaky.
“No, the opposite. He reminded Daddy to set it up.”
“Okay. Uh, okay.”
I giggle. “You know you like him,” I remind her. I don’t want to pressure her because I, of all people, understand how hard it is to put yourself out there and take risks. If I were capable of taking chances, I’d probably be married to Theo by now. I have no doubt he would buckle me into the car and drive straight to the justice of the peace if I would agree to it. He’s even mentioned it a few times. He was joking, but he also was not. He knows I’d be far more trusting of our future if there were legal documents making me his.
“Yeah…but…”
“Take a chance,” I encourage her.
“You really think he’s into me?”
“I know he is. He’s been over here three times this week. He makes up reasons to stop by when what he really wants to do is see if I’ve spoken to you.” I haven’t shared her contact information because that’s not my place. If she wants him to have her phone number and address, she can give it to him when she’s ready.
“Okay, okay.” She keeps saying that as if she needs to convince herself. “But I’m confused about how to present myself. I’ve seen Tate lots of times at the club. He’s only seen me in my Little space. Do I want him to see my adult? Both? Gah. I don’t know how this works.”
“Maybe since your only interaction so far has been in your Little space, we could have a playdate here at my…” I suck in a breath, “…at Daddy’s house. That way you can be Little. Then if you feel like you have chemistry, you could go on an adult date and get to know each other better in that headspace.”
“That’s a great idea.” The relief in Sophia’s voice is palpable. “And don’t think I didn’t notice your slip up there. It’s okay for you to call Theo’s house your house, too. You live there. He wants you to think of it as yours.”
“I know. It’s just hard,” I say softly.
“I get it, but I think it’s time you believe him and take the plunge. I’m just offering you advice since you’ve offered me some.”
I smile. “Thank you, Sophia.”
Sophia giggles and then abruptly changes the subject, her voice lighter and silly. “Do you think Tate likes blue hair because I’m not changing my style to please any man. If he wants me to look more normal, he’s asking the wrong woman.”