Chapter Nine
It took forever for his heart to settle into a normal rhythm.
“Jesus, woman, you about killed me. I’ve never felt an orgasm so powerful before.”
She tilted her head up to look at him. “I feel the same way.”
She relaxed against him, and after a few minutes, he thought she’d gone to sleep.
“Are you awake?” he asked.
She hummed and nodded.
He cupped her face. “I want to talk to you about something.”
Myla nodded and waited.
“Have you heard of a dom/sub relationship?”
He watched as a blush covered her face.
“Yes.”
“Have you ever heard of a daddy/little relationship?” he asked.
She looked confused for a moment. “Is it kind of like a big/little one?”
“Yes. Exactly that.” He was pleased she knew about it.
“What does the daddy mean?” she asked.
“It’s just an endearment, like ‘sweetheart’ or ‘honey.’”
“So, you would want me to call you Daddy?”
“If you’re comfortable with it,” he said.
He watched as she contemplated it.
“You think I’m a sub?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“What would the relationship look like?” she asked.
“Just like we are, but I would want to have most of the control.”
“You want to make all the decisions?” she asked.
“I’d confer with you about everything, but I would make the final decision. Can you handle that?”
She studied his face. “Would you ask me to quit my job?”
“No. I know how much you love it.”
She exhaled and nodded. “I think it’s too soon to move in together.”
He smiled gently. “I agree. We can work out the details as we learn more about each other. What are you thinking?” he asked when she stared at his chin.
“You haven’t met my parents yet, but they have a relationship a lot like the one you’re describing. Although I never heard my mother call my father Daddy, but he was always so dominant, and I was always attracted to that.”
“I could tell the first night we met that you had a submissive core,” Kaleb said.
“I’d like to try it.”
He kissed her forehead. “I’m very glad. With this type of relationship, we are very open with each other, so if you have any questions or issues, bring them to me.”
“I will.”
He bent and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. “How about we get up and start the grill?”
“Yes. I’m hungry.”
“Do you want to try to call me Daddy?” he asked.
“Yes. I’m hungry, Daddy.”
He smiled at the flush of desire and her submission. “You are perfect.”
“I want to be perfect for you,” Myla said.
“After dinner, I’m bringing you back to bed.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Jesus, woman, you’re killing me here.”
She giggled and released him when he rolled out of bed and to his feet. He took care of the condom before pulling on a pair of shorts. He chose one of his shirts and brought it to her.
“Here, Baby. I’d like you to wear this.”
She scooted over to the edge and stood, letting him dress her. He smiled when he saw how big the shirt was on her and then helped her roll up the sleeves. He took her hand and led her out to the kitchen.
For the next hour, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Everything about her appealed to him, and he couldn’t see his life without her.
Later that night, as they lay in bed, he stared up at the ceiling. One thought kept nagging at him. What was it going to take to make him feel more secure, because he didn’t want his insecurities to drive her away?
Only time would tell.