Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Right.
Jeb hadn’t actually intended to say that. But it didn’t make it any less true.
He did want to be her Daddy while she was here. Sure, he didn’t know how that would work exactly. And they had to be mindful of Wyatt. The last thing he wanted was to upset him. Especially not when they seemed to be getting on better these last two days.
Since Casey moved in.
He knew that wasn’t a coincidence. Wyatt seemed to like her in a way he hadn’t felt about anyone since his mama’s death, other than Jeb’s own mother.
However, he felt this pull toward her. This urge to look after her. And he couldn’t ignore it.
Well, he didn’t want to ignore it was probably more accurate.
“My Daddy? While I’m here? What . . . what are you talking about? We can’t do that. We’re not . . . we’re not a couple.”
“How much do you know about this dynamic? I take it that your fiancé wasn’t your Daddy?”
“God, no. He was barely my fiancé. He . . . we only kissed. It never went beyond that. And before Derick, I just had high school boyfriends. Those relationships were over as quickly as they began.”
“How did you find out you were a Little?”
“My friend, Jordan. She’s the one I’m moving in with in Santa Barbara.
She moved there after college, but she hated working in an office.
A colleague invited her to this club. Turns out it was a BDSM club.
She was kind of scared until she found the Littles room.
Now, she works there. She told me that she was a Little, explained everything and that’s when I started to do some research. ”
“Wait. That’s the club where you’re going to be working?” he snapped. “That’s not happening.”
“And why wouldn’t it be happening?” she replied with exasperation. “It’s my life. I get to choose what job I do.”
Fuck.
She was correct. He couldn’t tell her what she could and couldn’t do once she left here. Hell, he wasn’t certain she’d let him make the rules while she was here. She could turn around and tell him to fuck off.
“You’re right. I just know that those places can be like the wild west if there aren’t proper monitors in place.”
“Oh, Jordan said the owner is very protective of his employees. Everyone carries a panic button and there are monitors in each room. She said there was an incident the other day and all the bouncers were busy so she walked to her car by herself. Got into big trouble with the boss man. She thought he was going to spank her. I’m pretty sure that she wanted him to. ” She giggled but he didn’t smile.
A job where the boss spanked his employees? What the hell?
No.
Not happening.
Jeb did not like the idea of anyone spanking his girl.
Not yours.
This is temporary.
Just play this cool.
“Well, he better not threaten to spank you.”
Yep. Way to play it cool, man.
“Um, I don’t think you can dictate who spanks me,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
That reminded him about her sore hand.
“No? You don’t think so? Have you imagined being spanked? Do you want to be spanked, little girl?”
“Oh my god,” she whispered. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”
Part of him couldn’t either. And he was probably pushing her too much without explaining himself.
One thing at a time.
“We need to go inside and doctor your hand.” He stood and, scooping her up, he carried her inside.
“I didn’t hurt my foot,” she said dryly.
“How is your burn?” he asked. “I haven’t checked it recently.”
“It’s fine.”
Jeb gave her a sharp look as he walked into the downstairs bathroom. He set her down on the counter.
“That sounds like a lie.”
“There’s no way you can know that! That’s slander and I won’t have it.” She pointed a finger at him.
“You don’t want to point a finger at me, little girl,” he warned her.
“Or what?” she challenged.
Oh, she was such trouble.
And he felt more alive than he had in years.
“Or I’ll need to take that finger and do something with it.”
All right, so his flirting was really rusty. But she didn’t seem to mind as her eyes widened, her lips parting.
Jeb ran his own finger down her cheek.
“What . . . what’s happening?”
“What’s happening is that I have a proposition for you. And you can say no without any repercussions. All right? Your job is still safe and I will not pressure or get angry at you.”
“Now I’m getting nervous,” she said. “What is the proposition?”
“While you’re here with us, I’m your Daddy. I make the rules. I enforce them. When we’re alone, you can be Little or Big. Whatever you desire. I want to take care of you either way.”
“My . . . my Daddy?”
“Yes.”
“Rules? Enforce?”
“Yes. And yes.”
“And sex?” she said in a high-pitched voice.
“No pressure. But if that’s something we both want, then yes. Sex.”