Chapter 5 #2
“That sounds...,” I manage. I can’t find the word, instead I open and close my mouth and stare at him. It sounds pretty fucking perfect but somehow, I know I shouldn’t say those words out loud.
“And if that's not what you want? If you need something lighter or different, then I need to know now. Before we go any further.”
I set my own mug aside, hands shaking slightly. “What do you want?”
His jaw tightens. “I want to take care of you, Madison.
In every way. I want to be the person you run to when things are hard.
I want to be the man who makes sure you're okay when you're too busy taking care of everyone else to take care of yourself.
I want to set boundaries that keep you safe, even when you fight me on them.
I want to praise you when you're good and discipline you when you're not.
I want to watch you flourish under structure and care.
I want to be your Daddy, if you'll let me.”
The word lands like a lightning strike.
“I know it sounds like we’re moving fast and really, we are, but when two souls recognize each other, as my abuela would say, you know. And I know. I want you to be mine. My little girl and my partner.”
“And what if I mess up?” I whisper.
“Then we talk about it. We figure out why. And if correction is needed, it's done with love and intention. Never anger. I will never harm you. My palm on your ass might make it hurt a bit, but it’ll always be controlled and you will have a safeword.”
“Have you done this before? With someone else?”
He sits back down, closer this time. “Yes. I've had relationships with power exchange. With dominance and submission. But I've never felt this... pull. This need to protect and provide for someone the way I do with you. With you it’s different.”
“I’ve been in one before, but it wasn’t quite right. It was more roleplay, less lifestyle. I’ve always wanted the lifestyle. He could be dominant in the bedroom but nowhere else. So, it sounds like, this time, we'd be figuring it out together.”
“Yes, but that’s how all relationships are, I think.
If we go into it with honesty, patience and very clear communication, I think we will be just fine.
I think the biggest hurdle in many relationships is expectations.
Not clearly communicated and left unmet.
If we are on the same page from day one, which is why I brought you here, I know we can make this work. ”
I look at him, the man who could probably break someone in half but who's sitting here, vulnerable and open, offering me something I didn't think I would ever find again, not in real life.
“I want to try,” I say.
His expression softens. “You're sure?”
“Yes.”
He reaches for his phone. “I’m going to type these up and text them to you. We start simple. I'm going to outline some basic expectations. You tell me if anything feels wrong or too much. Nothing is set in stone, Madi Baby. Everything is up for negotiation and adjusting until we've both agreed.”
“Okay.”
“First, your safety is my priority. That means delayed posts, scrubbed metadata, and checking in with me when you're filming somewhere new. Not because I don't trust you, but because I need to know you're safe. No texting and driving, no meeting strangers in private places, things like that.”
“I can do that.”
“Second rule is honesty. Always. If something's wrong, that includes if you're scared, overwhelmed, or just need space, you use your words. You don't hide it. You don't push through alone. No passive aggressiveness, no ghosting. I can’t help if I don’t know what is bothering you.”
“What if I don't know what I need?”
“Then you tell me that too, and we figure it out together. There’s a good chance if you don’t know what you need, your Daddy will.”
I nod.
“Third rule is basic self-care. You need to be on a sleep schedule, not necessarily a bedtime, but adjusting to events. If you have an event and don’t get home until two in the morning, you don’t schedule another shoot at seven the next day.
I want you eating regularly and slowing down.
Taking breaks when you're working. You know I went back and watched your previous videos. You’ve built an amazing platform, but I watched you run yourself into the ground for content.
The dark circles under your eyes, the exhaustion and dehydration, stops now. ”
Something in my chest loosens at that. “You've been watching my videos?”
“I told you. I pay attention.”
“And if I break these rules?” I ask, even though I think I know the answer.
His eyes darken slightly, not with anger, but with determination. “Then there are consequences. Nothing harsh that you don't consent to. But enough that you remember why the rule exists.”
“Like what?”
“Oh, Madi Baby. I have a toolbelt full of creative punishments for a naughty little girl who needs a reminder of her rules. Starting with a loss of privileges, an early bedtime, extra check-ins and accountability, and if it's serious—if your safety is actually at risk—more direct discipline.”
“You mean spanking.”
“If it’s not a hard limit for you, yes. I will spank your gorgeous behind a nice shade of pink, so you remember exactly how much you mean to me. Among other things.”
My breath catches. “Have you thought about it? About spanking me?” Because I’ve definitely thought about being spanked by him.
“Every day since you called me sir in that coffee shop and went pink all the way to your ears.”
Oh.
He sets his phone down and reaches for my hands. “But that only happens if you want it. If you consent. If it serves a purpose and helps you feel grounded. This is never about me getting off on hurting you.”
I bite my lip. “Can we... try? Just to see how it feels?”
His gaze sharpens, assessing. “Right now?”
“Yes.”
He's quiet for a long moment, and I can practically see him running through scenarios, considering angles, making sure this is right.
“Stand up, Madi Baby.”
I do, on legs that shake slightly. He stands too, and suddenly the space between us feels charged.
“Come here.” He crooks his finger and points to the space directly in front of him.
I walk over to where he's standing, stopping just in front of him. He looks down at me, expression serious but not unkind.
“This is a test,” he says quietly. “To see how your body responds and to see if this is actually what you need, or if it's just a fantasy. If at any point you want to stop, you say the word red. Do you understand?”
I nod.
“Out loud, Madison.”
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Good girl. Now turn around.”
I do, heart pounding so hard I'm sure he can hear it. His hands settle on my hips and he moves me exactly where he wants me to be.
“Hands on the back of the couch. Bend forward slightly.”
I lean forward, gripping the leather. The position makes me feel exposed and vulnerable but also strangely safe. Because Ty's hands are steady on my hips, anchoring me in place.
“This is just a warm-up,” he says, voice low. “Five swats. I want you to count them out loud. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, sir.”
The first one lands, it’s firm but controlled, over my jeans. Not painful, exactly. More like... attention-getting.
“One,” I breathe.
“Good girl.” The second comes quickly after, in the same spot.
“Two.”
By the third, heat is blooming not just on my skin but through my whole body. Something about the rhythm, the control, the way he's completely focused on me. It’s a harder swat, much harder.
“Three,” I manage.
The fourth lands slightly lower and harder, and I gasp.
“Four.”
“You're doing beautifully,” he murmurs. “One more.”
The final one is the firmest yet, making me rock forward slightly against my hands.
“Five,” I whisper.
Immediately, he pulls me upright and turns me around, hands cupping my face. “You did so well. How do you feel?”
I take inventory. My skin tingles. My heart is racing. But mostly, I feel... settled. Grounded. Like something that was buzzing anxiously in my chest has finally gone quiet. Between my thighs is wet, I know without even having to touch myself. That was the biggest turn on.
“Good. Safe and a bit turned on,” I admit.
He grins. “Good. That's exactly right.”
He guides me back to the couch, pulling me against his side. His hand rubs slow circles on my back. “That was a small sample,” he says quietly. “To see if your body responds the way your mind thinks it will. And it does. But, Madi Baby, if you are in trouble, you won’t be spanked like that.”
“How will I be spanked?”
“Bare ass over my thighs. Trust me, it will be a lot more than five swats. I love how your body is responding to my dominance, sweetheart. But, make no mistake, a discipline spanking is going to last a lot longer than five swats.”
“It’s a good thing I’m always well behaved,” I tease and he laughs. “So, we're really doing this? For real?” I ask.
“If you want to. Yes.”
I curl into him, breathing in his clean, masculine, utterly safe scent. “I want to.” I’ve wanted to since he walked out of the woods and ordered me to leave.
“Then we start tonight with our three simple rules and clear expectations, and we build from there.”
I nod against his chest.
“And, Madison?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you,” he says softly. “For trusting me with this. For being brave enough to ask for what you need.”
My throat tightens. “Thank you for not thinking I’m weird and accepting me for who I am.”
“Always, sweetheart.”