Chapter 13
Thirteen
Blade
I clean everything up and put the rest of the pizzas in the fridge before scooping my girl into my arms and carrying her to the couch. I lower her into the corner, sit next to her, and pull her legs over my own. “You tired? Or would you like to listen to me explain some things?”
“I’m fine. I’ve been waiting all day for you to tell me your secrets.” She smiles sheepishly.
All I can do is dive in and hope for the best. “How much do you know about BDSM and kink?”
“Uh, not much. Like bondage and stuff?”
“Lots of stuff, yes. I belong to a club here in Seattle called Surrender. Most of my guys do, too. It’s a kink club that caters to many different kinds of preferences.”
“I see.” She stiffens. “So you’re a Dominant?”
“Ah, so you do know some terminology.”
She shrugs. “Not a lot, but I’ve seen movies, and I’ve read a few books.”
I nod. “So you get the gist. Yes, I’m a Dom.” I’m impressed.
“That’s why you’ve mentioned spanking me.” She grins as if she’s figured it all out.
“Yes, but it’s more than that.”
She sits taller. “Do you have a secret room with whips and chains?” She glances toward the hallway.
I chuckle. “No, Little one. I have two empty rooms, and I’ll let you pick what goes in them.”
Her eyes bug out. “You want me to organize a dungeon?”
I laugh. “No, honey.” I lift her good hand to my lips and kiss her knuckles. “I’m not that kind of Dom. I’m what’s called a Daddy Dom. Have you heard of that term?”
She shakes her head.
“It means I prefer my submissive to enjoy letting me take care of her much how I’ve taken care of you all day.”
She holds my gaze, tapping her lips absently with one finger.
At least she’s not running from the house. I give her legs a squeeze. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know. I can see you processing everything.”
“Do you want me to call you Daddy or something?” She giggles as if this idea is preposterous.
“Yes. When you’re ready.”
“Oh.” Her face sobers.
“It’s a common endearment Little girls use for their Dom when they practice this sort of kink. It’s called age play.”
Her eyes widen. “You’ve called me Little girl several times today.”
“Yes. I recognized the Little in you right away. Just because you weren’t aware of the kink and maybe haven’t thought of it before doesn’t mean you don’t have a Little inside you.”
“Little. Like a noun.”
“Exactly. Little one. Little girl. Sometimes just Little.”
“But I really needed you to help me today. Just because I have a broken arm doesn’t mean I’m a, uh, Little.”
“No. It doesn’t. What makes you Little is that you thrive under my care. You enjoy it.” I bring one hand to her stomach and tap her belly button. “Butterflies dance inside you when I Daddy you.”
“Wait, so now Daddy is a verb?”
“Yep.” I chuckle.
She leans back, thinking hard, brows furrowed. I suspect she’s running through the events of the day.
She crosses her good arm over her injured one and rubs her bicep, closing herself off.
I squeeze her legs gently, letting her process.
Her lips part, and then she closes them. Finally she licks them and whispers, “So what does this mean?”
“It means I recognize you have a Little inside you, and I’m hoping you’ll take a chance and let me bring her out to play. Let me Daddy her. Let me show you what it’s like to be taken care of in every way.”
“Which you’ve already done,” she points out.
“Exactly. And did you hate it?”
She shivers before whispering, “It was nice. It doesn’t seem sustainable, though.” She lowers her arm and leans forward. “I said this before: You can’t dote on me every day. You’d get burned out, and how would you get any work done?”
I smile. “Honey, trust me. I know a lot of Daddies who manage just fine. No, I wouldn’t be able to Daddy you every hour of every day for the rest of our lives—though there are some Daddies who do.
We’ll come up with a balance that works for us.
For now, you need me, so I’ll take the time to help you.
When you’re more independent, we’ll reevaluate and figure out what we each want from our relationship. Negotiate.”
She taps her knee with her fingers. “It’s like a parallel universe I wasn’t aware of.”
“Yes. I’ll hook you up with some websites to read about the lifestyle.
I can also have some women who live in the lifestyle come over and talk to you.
A few of my guys have Little girls. I’m sure they’d be happy to come chat with you about their lives.
They’re always willing to help educate others. ”
She cocks her head to one side.
I lift her fingers to my lips and kiss the tips. “For now, nothing changes. I’ve been Daddying you all day. I’m going to keep doing so. But now, you’ll see it through a new lens.”
“Sippy cups…”
I grin. “Yeah. I’ll get you some more things. Bath toys. Maybe you’d like a new stuffie—a friend for Tedbear. Hair bows. Cute dresses.”
“Dresses…” she mutters.
“I didn’t see any in your apartment.”
“I haven’t owned a dress in a long time. I used to wear them before I met Pete, but then I hated wearing them when he moved me out of town. I didn’t like him to have such easy access to my…”
I cringe. “He was an ass. Maybe you’d like me to have easy access to your…” I leave that last word hanging like she did, teasing her.
“Panties?” she proposes, giggling.
“Or lack thereof.” I wiggle my brows.
“That’s why you like my ugly cotton panties. It’s a Daddy thing.”
“Indeed. It’s called age play. Sometimes people call their partner Daddy and don’t incorporate age play, but other couples like to live in a lifestyle where one partner enjoys being doted on as if they were younger.
Not to be mistaken with actual age. I’m clear you’re an adult.
It’s a nurturing thing. My Dominant side wants to take care of you in every way.
I itch to give you rules, and when you break them, discipline you. ”
She gasps. “Rules?”
“Yep. Basic rules that fit the age range you fall under when we figure that out. For example, if you find that you like to play at, say, about four, you’d have rules that fit that chronological age.”
“Running with scissors,” she says.
“Or even touching knives, the stove, climbing on furniture, running in the house, cussing.”
She bites her lip. She’s catching on, and she’s not balking. I think she’s curious. Thank fuck.
“And this is somehow sexy?”
I chuckle. “Sexy as fuck. Not every couple incorporates age play with sex, but I do. My cock has been busting the seams of my jeans all day from bathing you, feeding you, changing you. If you were skipping around the house in a cute dress that barely covered your bottom and I kept getting a glimpse of your cotton panties, I’d be hard all the time. ”
She searches my face. “Huh, really?”
“Absolutely.” I reach out and cup the side of her breast. “I wouldn’t give you a bra either. I’d leave your breasts bare underneath so I could see your pretty nipples poking against the material. What’s not sexy about that?”
“I’ve seen more and more women wearing what they call baby-doll dresses.
I assume that’s the kind of thing you’re talking about.
It’s actually a fashion trend. They wear pigtails, too.
I see them out and wonder how the hell they keep people from seeing their panties.
Those dresses fall like an inch below their butt cheeks. ”
“Yep. Sexy as fuck.”
She draws in a deep breath. She’s smiling. “Maybe I’ve even thought they were cute, but what use would I have for a dress like that? I never leave my apartment.”
“Well, you still won’t leave the house dressed like that.
I’d have to kill four men before we got out of the lobby.
But you could wear something like that if we were going to a play party with other Littles.
Or the BDSM club I mentioned. Surrender.
I’d either put a coat over you or change you when we got to our destination.
I’m not interested in sharing any part of you with vanilla folks. ”
“Vanilla?”
“People who aren’t part of a kink community.
All bets are off if we have friends over who practice the same kink.
There’s nothing more freeing than a house full of Little girls running around playing while the Daddies talk with each other.
I’ve spent my entire adult life looking for the perfect Little girl to attend such an event with me. I’m hoping I’ve found her.”
June leans back again, resting her head on the couch cushions. “So many thoughts are rushing through my head.”
I smile.
“You want to spank me.”
“More than I want air. But I would never do anything you didn’t agree to, and I won’t strike you if it triggers you.
Sometimes, when people have been abused, they can’t tolerate any form of impact play.
Sometimes it’s the opposite and they crave a way to get release.
A firm spanking can give a Little girl a much-needed outlet for emotional overload. ”
She squirms.
Fuck me.
“Abuse is a very different animal. It’s mean and cruel and vindictive.
It’s meant to humiliate and torment. That will never be my goal.
I will never strike you in anger. Not ever.
You’ll never even see anger directed at you from me.
Spanking is more of a game. Most Littles enjoy it so much that they intentionally break the rules because they want their naughty bottoms swatted. ”
“Seriously?”
“Yep. You might feel stressed from a long day of work and decide to throw your food off your plate so that I’ll have to take you over my knees and spank you. The pain has a way of driving out life’s frustrations.”
“I guess I can see that.”
“Some Littles don’t like to misbehave, so instead, they ask for a spanking when they need one. That’s okay, too.”
“It’s a lot to take in.”
“No rush. I won’t pressure you.”
She laughs hard, tipping her head back. “You won’t pressure me? I had to practically shove you out of the bathroom so I could pee in private.”
I chuckle. “Okay, maybe I will nudge you.”
“Nudge!” Her voice rises. So does her laughter.
It warms my heart. I’m wrapped so tightly around this Little girl’s pinky that she could get me to sit on the floor and do puzzles with her. I’d probably buy her a puppy if she asked. Any fucking thing she wanted. All she’d have to do is bat her pretty eyes.
I can’t stop grinning.
She wipes tears from her eyes. “You’re so pleased with yourself.”
“I am. I’m forty-eight years old, June. I’ve dabbled with Littles.
I’ve done arranged scenes from time to time at Surrender.
But I’ve never found my own Little girl, someone I knew I wanted to spend my entire life chasing around.
I want to tickle you until you’ve got tears streaming down your face.
I want to buy you all the dresses in the world and put them on you so you can feel Little all day.
I want to get games and toys and play with you.
I want you to have other friends who are Little and go on playdates.
I want to watch you laugh and learn to be happy in your skin. ”
“And sex?”
“Oh, Little girl. I’m going to be splashing my come against the shower wall every day until you’re healed and ready to let me take you. I’m going to fuck you in every room of this apartment regularly.” I lean forward. “I’m going to make you come so hard you can’t see straight.”
She rolls her pretty green eyes. “Let’s not get carried away. There’s no evidence I’m even capable of having an orgasm.”
“Oh, my sweet Little girl. Trust me. You’re going to come. Over and over. You’re going to scream my name. And sometimes you’re going to scream Daddy. My cock is hard just thinking about it.”
I pray I’m not pushing her beyond what she can handle. This conversation went much better and further than I expected.
She bites her lips and squeezes her thighs together. “I’m certainly willing to let you try.”