Chapter 8
Chapter eight
Ellery
The sun was bright and nearly blinding as David led us to his car. When we reached the vehicle, David’s hand left the small of my back before he rushed forward and opened the passenger door. He stood beside the open door and bowed. “Your carriage awaits, princess.”
He looked absolutely adorable, bent over, one hand resting on his stomach and the other extended to the side. “Well, thank you, good sir.” I couldn’t help the laugh of pure happiness that left me as I skipped to the car and hopped inside.
“Here you go, darling.” David grabbed my seat belt and fastened it around me.
My body was still buzzing after our kiss from earlier. His lips had felt so good against mine; I couldn’t wait to kiss him again. David had stayed in the living room while I packed some dresses and clothes for my stay at his place.
He had stayed at my place the night before because I was sick, but tonight I was staying at his apartment so we could snuggle in his bed. Was it too soon for that? I didn’t care. David wanted to snuggle with me, and I was never one to turn down snuggles.
“Ellery.”
Looking up, I saw we were already on the road. Huh. When I turned to David, he looked at me with a smirk that definitely meant it wasn’t the first time he’d tried to get my attention. My face flushed from embarrassment.
“Sorry, I got lost in thought. What did you say?”
David placed his hand on my thigh and rubbed softly. “It’s okay, darling. I asked you if you’d be okay talking about expectations and limits. Is that okay?”
My dick perked up at the mention of limits, but my gut churned with anxiety. I wanted to know everything about David and what he liked and disliked, but what if we weren’t compatible?
“Yeah. That’s probably a good idea.”
David kept his eyes on the road, but squeezed my thigh—not enough to be painful, just enough to ground me. “Would you like me to start?”
Relief flooded me, and I nodded. “Yes, please.”
“My hard limits are breath play, heavy degradation, blood play, and scat play. The terms I like to use are dick, cock, and hole. I like having my dick sucked and my hole fingered, but I don’t like being eaten out.”
My dick was hard and throbbing at the mention of sucking David’s dick.
I tried to hold back a whimper but failed.
David let out a mischievous chuckle and squeezed my thigh.
“Does my baby like the idea of sucking Daddy’s dick while they finger his hole?
” That time, I didn’t even try to hold back the moan that came out of me.
“Yes, Daddy.”
David practically growled, his knuckles turning white around the steering wheel. “You gonna be Daddy’s good princess and let me feed you my cock?”
My hand palmed my cock as I whimpered shamelessly. “Yes, please, Daddy.”
“You haven’t told me your limits yet. If I told you to get your hand off yourself and not to touch what belongs to me, is that something you’d be okay with?”
The hand holding my cock squeezed hard. Thankfully, the intense grip kept me from coming in my panties.
“My hard limits are the same. I’m most comfortable using the terms dick, cock, and hole.
Honestly, I’ve been thinking about trying out some different terms to see how they feel as I further explore my gender.
But for now, those are what I prefer. I enjoy having my dick sucked and rim jobs.
” My hand squeezed my dick again, and I let out a small whimper.
“I would absolutely be okay with you telling me my dick is yours.”
David was still looking at the road, but his knuckles were white around the steering wheel, and his grip on my thigh was deliciously painful.
“Then be a good princess and let go of what’s mine.
That’s Daddy’s dick now. When you’re with me, you don’t touch it.
Not even to use the bathroom. I won’t expect that right now since we just met,though, but if it’s something you also want, when you’re ready, let me know, and I’ll take you to the potty. ”
My hand left my cock like it had been burned, and heat churned low in my belly. “You want to take me to the potty and what, hold my dick as I pee?”
David’s chuckle was deep and throaty. “Damn right, darling. I want to be your Daddy in every way possible and take care of all your needs.” Desire hummed beneath my skin and made me feel like I was burning up in the best way possible.
“I think you’re right; we aren’t there yet . . . I’m fine with not touching myself without your permission, but I need to work up to you holding my dick when I pee. I really like the idea, but I want us to become closer first."
David squeezed my thigh again as we pulled up to a red light.
He leaned over to kiss my cheek, making me smile.
“That is perfectly fine, darling. You hold the power here. I might be a Dom, but my ultimate goal is for us both to enjoy what we’re doing and to take care of you.
We can go as fast or as slow as you need. "
David’s reassurance and thoughtful words filled me with gratitude. “Thank you, David. I might be a sub, but I want the same things for you too, so please let me know if you need anything. I prefer to use the stoplight system if that’s okay with you?”
His eyes looked glassy as he turned away and resumed driving. “I prefer the stoplight system as well. Thank you, darling. I promise I will communicate or safe word if I need to.”
One of my biggest pet peeves was when people thought safe-wording was only for subs. Doms could safe word too, and I wanted to make David feel as safe and comfortable as he’d made me feel."
“I haven’t really trusted anyone enough to try a lot of kinks, but I do know I like praise, and some light humiliation.
I like being called needy or desperate, things like that, but nothing mean or degrading.
I’ve seen some dollification kink in videos online, and that’s always seemed interesting. What about you?”
My body thrummed with nerves, but David took it all in stride. “Those are all things I like as well. I’ve also never tried dollification, but I’ve always been interested in trying. I’d love to dress you up in one of your pretty dresses and have you lie there as I do whatever I please.”
I thought he was done, but he pulled into an apartment complex and parked the car before turning toward me and cupping my cheek.
“You want to be Daddy’s pretty little doll?
Maybe I’ll just look at you and admire the gorgeous sight, or I might lift your dress and suck on your pretty cock. Would my princess like that?”
Fuck. he was going to kill me, I was certain of it.
My hand moved to squeeze my dick, but I stopped just in time and let out a frustrated whine.
“Yes, Daddy, I want that so bad.” I leaned forward to devour his mouth, but he just pecked his lips against mine and then pulled away.
“I want that too, princess . . . so fucking much, but you’re still sick and need rest. We’ll have plenty of time to explore things in the bedroom later. "
“But Daddy, I promise I feel a lot better after my nap.”
David exited the car and opened my door, unbuckling my seatbelt. “I know, princess, and I’m glad you’re feeling better, but your body needs rest. If you’re feeling better tomorrow morning, I’ll reward you for being a good princess and letting me take care of you. Sound good?”
“Okay, Daddy.” My lip jutted out in a small pout. I was so thankful for him and his care, but I couldn’t help feeling disappointed about having to wait. “Thank you for taking care of me. I’ll try to be good and wait.”
David smiled, kissed my forehead, and then helped me out of the car. “That’s all I can ask, darling. Now, let’s get you inside.”
David told me to stay put while he grabbed my bags from the trunk, then he led us upstairs to his apartment door.
His hands were full with my overnight bag and a few garment bags holding my dresses, so I helped him open the door as we made our way inside.
The space was small and cozy, but absolutely beautiful; it was exactly what I imagined. Several plants hung from the ceiling, and larger potted plants decorated the living space. What took my breath away was the paintings. Almost every visible wall was covered in various paintings.
“I’ve been painting since I was a child, so I’ve had plenty of time to build up a collection.
My apartment is basically an art gallery, but I love it.
Even my earlier paintings. Some people hide their earlier work because they hate seeing how bad it used to be, but I love it.
Some of them aren’t the best, but they’re a reminder of how I’ve cultivated my skill over the years. ”
“They’re beautiful, David. I feel the same way about my dresses. Some of my earlier designs are horrible, but I can’t get rid of them because they’re still special.”
David hummed in agreement. “I’m running out of room in this small apartment.” He looked away, his eyes suddenly becoming very interested in one of the paintings on the wall. “I was actually thinking about buying a house soon.”
His head whipped toward me when I gasped in excitement. From the worried look on his face, he must have thought something was wrong, but he quickly realized when I shared my excitement. “David, that’s amazing! I’m so happy for you. Do you have any houses in mind?”
His face turned an adorable shade of pink, and he looked slightly embarrassed. “Yeah . . . I sent a viewing request to the realtor selling the house next to Daniel’s.”
Laughter bubbled out of me as I remembered their banter from the other day. “That would be so cool getting to live next door. Daniel is going to die laughing if you buy the house.”
I felt a sudden pang of sadness and maybe a touch of jealousy. Tristan would move in with Daniel at some point. Where would that leave me? I wasn’t David . . . I couldn’t just buy the house next door.
“He’ll definitely get a kick out of it. We tease each other like brothers. I just hope that’s still the case after dinner this week.”
My heart nearly broke for this man. “Hey, I may not have known either of you for very long, but both of you are open-minded, caring people. Daniel is not going to be upset with you. There’s no doubt in my mind that when you tell him, he’ll welcome you with open arms and continue loving you the same way he always has. ”
His eyes looked so broken and sad, but there was also a sparkle of hope that was begging to be set free.
His eyes became glassy, and a couple of tears ran down his cheek, and I couldn’t just stand there anymore.
I made my way over to him and cupped both of his cheeks, wiping the tears away with the pads of my thumbs.
His voice was so small, and it nearly broke me. “And if you’re wrong?”
“If I’m wrong, then he’s a dick and doesn’t deserve to have you in his life. I’ll be right there with you the whole time.”
He carefully placed my bags on the floor and gently grabbed both of my wrists.
“Thank you, Ellery. Rationally, I know you’re right, especially after seeing the way he was with you.
I’ve never felt ashamed of being trans, but because of it, making friends has been extremely difficult.
I’ve been rejected so many times by people I thought I could trust, and I’m terrified of losing the only person I’ve ever considered to be like a brother to me.
Daniel is the first friend I could truly be myself with, and if he were anyone else, I wouldn’t give a damn, but the idea of losing him sends me into a panic. ”
His tears were falling faster now, and he pulled my hands from his cheeks and wrapped his arms around me before burying his tear-stained face into the crook of my neck.
I hated that the first time I really held him was when he was hurting, but regardless, I was thankful for the chance. His body felt perfect against mine, like we were two puzzle pieces that had finally found their matching piece.
“It’s going to be alright. I know it’s scary, but I can already tell both of you love each other like family. It will be okay. And if it isn’t, then well come back here, and I’ll snuggle you all night long.”
David chuckled through his tears. When he finally stood up, I folded my shirt sleeve over my hand and gently wiped away his tears. “Thank you, Ellie. You have such a beautiful heart.”
His kind words made my cheeks flush. “Thank you, David.”
I knew that for most Daddies, being a caregiver could be just as comforting and rewarding as it was for littles when they regressed.
“Would you like to try some Daddy-little time? I can show you my princess dresses, and then we can look at all your pretty paintings?”
David’s smile was full of adoration and gratitude. “That sounds perfect, darling. Thank you for this.”
He kissed both of my cheeks and then the tip of my nose, making me giggle. “You may be the Daddy, but if we’re doing this, we take care of each other.”
“Yes, princess. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
He placed a soft kiss on my lips, and I hummed in contentment. His lips felt wonderful against mine. I never wanted him to pull away, but much to my dismay, he did.
“Come on, darling. We have a fashion show to get to!”
Excitement coursed through me as he picked up my belongings and threw the garment bags over his shoulder so he could take my hand in his. Our hands fit together perfectly, and the feel of his skin against mine was warm and comforting.
I’d made sure I packed my best princess dresses.
I wanted to impress David with both my skill and, of course, how beautiful I looked.
This was going to be the best fashion show ever.
It had to be. I’d finally found someone who understood me and wanted to take care of me.
I was going to make sure he became mine.
My Daddy.