Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
MAKENZIE
I t had been four days since she lost her virginity to Irish. Four wonderful days of orgasms and playing. In the morning, they’d get up and go to the office together but after work, they’d play. She spent time exploring her Little side and her Middle. Irish was patient with both but, a little less patient with her mouthy Middle than he was with her adorable Little. She loved every moment. She tried not to think about the text messages she’d received, since changing her number, they’d stopped completely.
Makenzie perched on a velvet cushion in the cozy corner of Day her hand warm on Makenzie's. “It's brave to share that with us. I want you to know, for what it’s worth, you are safe with Irish. The Watchmen have their own set of codes and one of them is to never abuse a woman. He wouldn’t only be kicked out of the club, he’d be…well, I don’t want to think what they might do to a brother who intentionally abused someone.”
Veronica nodded. “One of the most important pieces of advice I could give to a submissive it to find someone who treasures you, not just the idea of you or your submission. Someone who knows when to hold you close and when to let you fight your battles, but with them standing behind you ready to pounce if necessary. There’s a line between the idea of a power exchange relationship and the reality of it.”
“Right. I’ve counseled many couples on expectations and communication. You can’t go into a BDSM relationship with unrealistic ideas of what is going to happen, because then you end up being resentful of the unmet expectation. Reading books or watching movies isn’t the same thing as real life. The human condition can’t be scripted. Any relationship, but especially our types, need two people who communicate clearly what their expectations are not only of the other person, but of themselves.” Paisley added. “So, maybe Tank’s expectation of Delilah is to know where she is at all times because of past trauma he’s endured and maybe Lucky’s expectation of Trinity is for her to text him when she wakes up, at lunch and before she goes to bed. They each have different motivations for why they do what they do. However, it would be incredibly unfair for Tank to get upset with Delilah over not telling him where she was if he hadn’t clearly communicated, and in some cases, negotiated that expectation ahead of time.”
“My first Daddy refused to believe in negotiations. He said a true submissive wouldn’t need to negotiate because her desire was to serve and serving doesn’t come with conditions or limits,” Makenzie said.
“Your first Daddy was a douche canoe,” Mia quipped.
“Mia!” Veronica admonished before throwing her head back and laughing. “I’m pretty sure douche canoe is not on your approved language list.”
“Nah, but there are no Daddies in here and absolutely no tattletales, either.”
“She’s right,” Kylie said. “We are like Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is you do not talk about Fight Club.”
“I prefer to think of our meetings like Vegas. What happens in Vegas—” Mia said.
“Stays in Vegas!” Everyone else chimed in.
As the women shared experiences and advice, Makenzie felt the weight of her past lifting, replaced by a sense of belonging, of being understood. She felt like she was among allies, and although she was afraid of being hurt again, she started to lower her defenses. She remembered too clearly what happened with the last two Little’s she became friends with.
“So, you asked us if we were all Littles, am I to assume you are?” Trinity asked.
“Well, I don’t know. I mean, I am a Little but I’m also a Middle. It really depends on the day.” She answered honestly, wondering if they’d judge her.
“That’s so fun!” Mia clapped her hands together. “You get to do all the things. Hmmm… That gives me an idea.”
“No.” Kylie said shaking her head. “You have absolutely no Middle in you.”
“She’s right. I’m all Little,” Mia said. “But when you are a Middle and I’m a Little I could like follow you around and try to mimic you.”
“You sound like me when I used to follow my big brother Sean and his friends around.” Makenzie said, almost wistfully.
“Was that a time of your life you felt safe?” Veronica asked.
“Absolutely. Between my brothers and their friends, I was very protected. No one was going to do anything to hurt me.”
“It explains why you like being a Middle,” Paisley said softly.
“Well, I have to head to work,” Mia said when her phone’s alarm interrupted their conversation. “I’m going to have a tea party soon! I hope you can all come!”
A minute later, Makenzie stood up to leave and head over to the office. “Thank you,” she said, her heart swelling with gratitude. “For including me and making me feel like I'm not alone in all of this.”
“You're never alone as long as you are in Grand Ridge,” Trinity assured, squeezing her hand. “You are always welcomed here.”
Clover's tail thumped against the floor, as if in agreement, and Makenzie smiled, a surge of warmth filling her. In the safety of this circle, with the scent of coffee and the soft hum of conversation, she knew she could face her future—one where she held the pen, ready to rewrite her own story. She called Clover to her and left Day & Night ready to head over to Irish’s office and have an important conversation with him.
“How was coffee?” Irish asked, looking up as Makenzie entered.
“Good.” She smiled warmly at him. Clover ran off to her large doggie bed in the corner, circled three times and laid down with a sigh. Makenzie giggled at her dramatic display.
“Glad to hear it. I adore those women. It amazes me sometimes, how many truly good people reside here. The military wives I came across… Well, some were great. Others were very dramatic and petty. I haven’t met anyone here who hasn’t been kind and authentic. So, are you working on the budget today? I thought I’d have you focus in on a cost projection for Fall. I wanted to see if there was enough room in the budget to add an extra week-long camp because I have an idea I’m hoping to make into a reality.”
“Actually, before I start on that, can we talk about something?” Makenzie asked him.
“We can talk about anything you want,” Irish said. “Come here, princess.” Irish scooted his chair back from the desk and patted his lap. Makenzie wasted no time, she hurried right over and sat on his wide thighs. “Right where you belong. What did you want to talk about?”
“Ummm,” she said, biting her bottom lip. She had a lot she wanted to talk about but how to put her thoughts into words that would make sense?
“Don’t bite your lip,” he ordered, flicking it gently with his finger. “Is something wrong?”
“Not exactly, wrong. I-I think I need to look for an apartment.”
Irish frowned at her. “Why do you think that?”
“Well, I decided I want to stay here but?—”
Irish’s whoop of excitement startled Makenzie. “Sorry princess, go on.”
“But, I don’t want to wear out my welcome at your place and what if we break up, then I’d be homeless.”
“First off, you will never wear out your welcome at my place. I want you there. I feel better knowing you are somewhere safe. Second, never go into a relationship thinking what if we break up. That shouldn’t be an option in your head. Think about, what if this lasts forever, because princess, I want our fairytale to end with a happily ever after ending. If you need your own space, we can redecorate the guest bedroom into a playroom or an office for you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Hell, we can go look at paint colors after work.”
“No, I meant, really you want us to have a fairytale ending?”
“I don’t start relationships with women in the hopes they will fail. In fact, I don’t start relationships with women I’m not sure I want to last. I haven’t had a Little or a long-term girlfriend, since Darian. I’ve been super picky. I’ve dated here or there but no relationships.”
“But, you wanted to do a test run. That made it sound temporary.”
“No, sweet girl. I offered a test run for you, thinking once you learned to trust me, you wouldn’t leave. I knew what you went through with your former Daddy, and it was important to me that you got what you needed and knew I wouldn’t force anything on you.”
“Oh.” Makenzie thought for a second, processing his words.
“You said there was something else you wanted to talk about?”
“Expectations,” she blurted out.
Irish’s eyebrows drew together as he studied her. “What do you mean by that princess?”
“It’s important we have clear expectations. I need to know what you want from me, and I need you to know what I expect out of you.” The conversation she’d just had with the girls was heavy on her heart. “That way neither of us are disappointed by unrealistic, or unmet expectations.”
“That’s fair.” Irish reached around her and opened up the top drawer of his desk. He pulled something out and handed it to her. “Let’s write them down.”
Makenzie's fingertips traced the leather-bound journal. She looked up at Irish. "So, what should we write?” The pen felt heavy with potential as Makenzie poised it above the first page. Together, they crafted the framework of their dynamic, each rule and expectation etched with the ink of trust and the resonance of their shared past.
For the next hour they talked about everything. She expressed her desire for open communication, for being heard and having an opinion in their home. They set a list of rules and negotiated bedtimes, clothing choices, even consequences for disobeying them—all spelled out in black and white.
“Rule number one,” Makenzie murmured, “I will always communicate openly and honestly with you, Daddy.” She’d flipped back to the first page and scanned their progress.
Irish nodded. “And I promise to always listen, princess. You will be heard in this relationship.”
A sense of safety cocooned around Makenzie as she closed the journal. This wasn't just about his dominance—it was about protection, guidance, and mutual respect. None of their expectations for each other were unrealistic. Everything she’d written down had been discussed and agreed upon, even negotiated, within her boundaries.
Looking at Irish, Makenzie knew, leaving her fiancé at the altar was the best decision she ever made.
Irish
She’d been his for two weeks now and he’d been ignoring the messages from Sean since. He knew he’d have to grow a pair and talk to his best friend sooner or later. He wondered how the other man would take the news. He looked over the contract from the high rope course instructors and was about to sign it when the buzz of Makenzie’s phone interrupted the silence. He watched as she picked it up with a smile, and then quickly rose to his feet at the sight of her face.
“Princess, what’s the matter?”
“I-I don’t understand. How did everyone get my new number?”
“What do you mean by everyone?”
“And… what in the world are they talking about?” He sensed the panic in her voice and held his hand out. She paused for a second before placing the phone in his hand.
LLAvery: How could you do this? I knew you were a terrible person but this is low, even for you.
LLSierra: Seriously? How low can you go? You come back to LittleLife after all of this time to out everyone’s personal information and secrets? What the fuck is wrong with you?
LLCait: I didn’t get involved when everyone told me about you but this? This is illegal. Doxing is a crime. I hope you rot in hell.
LLPiper: My Daddy is calling our lawyer. You won’t get away with this, you bitch.
As Irish read through the incoming messages, his blood boiled. “What is LL?”
“It stands for Little Life. I put it before all the contacts that I met on the website, so I knew who they were when they texted me.”
“I’m not familiar with LittleLife?” Irish asked.
“It’s a subboard on KinkLife. Remember the Daddy I told you about?”
“Yes.” How could he forget? It took every ounce of discipline he had not to go find the bastard and give him a piece of his mind.
“I met him on there. I made some friends and one of them introduced me to him. When we broke up, they picked him over me and so I deleted my account,” she said. Her eyes immediately went to the left and then down. She was hiding something. He grabbed the back of her chair and spun it around and then dropped to a squat in front of it, so they were at eye level.
“What aren’t you telling me, princess?”
Before she could answer, Kylie came bounding into the office.
“Did you reactivate your KinkLife?”
“What? No! I want nothing to do with that website,”
Makenzie said, shaking her head aggressively.
“You need to see this.” Kylie handed Makenzie her phone. Makenzie looked at the screen and then looked up at Kylie with wide eyes.
“This isn’t me! I wouldn’t do something like this!” She protested.
“It looks really bad, Kenzie. Like, really bad. One of the worst crimes you can commit in the BDSM world is doxing. It’s a big deal… and a lot of the women here in town are on that website.” Kylie said. “I need you to be honest with me. I can’t defend you.”
“I swear! It’s not me! You can look at my phone. I would never.” As Makenzie’s voice grew louder, Irish knew he had to step in.
“Can I?” He asked Kylie reaching his hand out for her phone.
“Yes, of course.” Permission granted, Irish took the phone from Makenzie and stood.
“Daddy—” Makenzie started and then stopped instantly, her face flaming as she stared at Kylie. “I mean, Irish. I?—”
“You don’t have to censor yourself for me,” Kylie said softly. “I will never judge you.”
“I know you wouldn’t, but we’re at work,” Makenzie explained, “It’s unprofessional.”
“When it’s just us, or our kink friendly friends, you don’t have to worry about it,” Irish reassured her. He sat on the edge of her desk and held the phone, which had locked, in front of Kylie. Once Kylie unlocked it for him, he began to read.
“Daddy, you have to believe me. I didn’t do this!” Makenzie pleaded.
He knew she didn’t. The post wasn’t written anything like how Makenzie spoke. “I know you didn’t princess. You aren’t cruel. Is this your old account?”
“I-I don’t know. I mean it’s the profile picture I used, but Jamie has cloned my account before, she made it look like me and they believed her.”
“Who the fuck is Jamie?” Irish asked.
“You didn’t tell him?” Kylie interjected.
“You told me not to…” Makenzie reminded her.
“You told her to hide something from me?” Irish’s eyes snapped up to Kylie. That didn’t sound right. Kylie was big on trust and consent.
“Oh, God. Apparently, the lines got crossed. When she told me about her former,” Kylie paused and looked at Makenzie.
“I told him about him,” she confirmed.
“When she told me about her former Daddy, I told her not to tell you because you would want to hunt him down and hurt him. But it was tongue in cheek. I didn’t realize she didn’t know me well enough to know I was only half being serious.”
“Yes, I do want to tear him limb from limb, you aren’t wrong. Now, who the fuck is Jamie?” Irish asked again.
“You told him about your daddy, but not about the girl who bullied you?” Kylie asked.
“I saw how upset he got over one of them, I didn’t want him to get even more angry. I figured they were in the past and no need to bring them up.”
“Princess, I want to know everything about you. There is nothing too small or old that I’m not interested in.”
“I think I wanted to block it all out, move on and forget about them. Apparently, they are going to keep reappearing in my life…” Irish heard the emotion in her voice, and he became even more angry.
“Give me a second to read this,” he snapped at her. “I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t mean it that way. I’m angry at the situation but not at you.” He looked down at Kylie’s phone and read through the posts that were made from Makenzie’s account and a chill swept through him.
Whoever it was not only posted private screenshot conversations that Makenzie had with other users, they had also posted users real names and addresses. They appeared to be actual screenshots from Makenzie’s inbox. After reading through the posts once, he went back through and read them a second time from a more forensic place.
“It looks like someone hacked your account. These are conversations you had with your friends?—”
“Former friends,” she interrupted bitterly.
“Former friends,” he repeated, allowing her interruption to slide. “All of the conversations are your style of writing. However, the post themselves are not. It’s obvious it's two different people. One, you, who had the convos with the ladies and the second, the one who broke into your account and posted them.” He handed Kylie her phone back. “I’m going to call Jay and see if we can’t get to the bottom of this.”
“But how did they get my new number?” Makenzie asked.
“Who all have you given it to?” Kylie asked her.
“Um besides the people here in Grand Ridge?—”
“No one in Grand Ridge would do something like this,” Kylie said.
“Yeah, what would their motivation be, anyway?” Makenzie asked. “The only other people are my family.”
“No one else?” Irish asked her. “Think hard. Did you change your number on anything that could be public knowledge?”
“I mean, I did to get the codes to log into things, like my authenticator app for my social media accounts.” Makenzie said, biting her lip.
“How much control did your former Daddy have?” Kylie asked. Irish knew exactly where she was going with this, and he didn’t like it.
“Too much,” Makenzie whispered. Irish pushed himself off the desk and reached down for Makenzie. Pulling her to standing, he wrapped her up tightly in a hug.
“How much, princess?” He asked gently. “Did you give him access to any of your online accounts?”
“Y-y-yes,” she said. “He had all of my usernames and passwords, but I changed them all after we broke up.”
“What about your authenticator app?” He asked her.
“I don’t think I ever gave him that info,” she said.
“Are you sure?” Irish asked her. “Think carefully, princess.” He rubbed her arms gently with his hands. Her eyebrows drew together, and she gasped.
“He did. Once. It was the day before I passed out at work and ended up in the hospital from malnutrition and dehydration. He found an old post I’d made about looking for the perfect daddy and wanted to delete it, but I was grounded from using my phone. He’d had me set up screentime and he controlled what apps I could and couldn’t use, how long I had to use them every day and who I could and couldn’t call. Anyway, I’d been bad and so he’d taken away my ability to use my phone outside of calling and texting him. He wanted to log into my account to delete that status but he couldn’t because it needed an authenticator verification, so I gave him the info to download the authenticator app and log in. I am so stupid. How could I be so fucking stupid?”
“You aren’t stupid, Kenzie. You were obeying your Daddy.” Kylie said.
Tilting her head up by the chin, Irish peered into her eyes. “How much control do you need me to take right now, Makenzie?”
“W-w-hat do you mean?” She stuttered.
“I do not want to trigger your memories of your ex and we are still new in our relationship. If we’d been together for a while, I know exactly how I would be responding and what I would be doing, but we haven’t, and I don’t want to do anything that will push you away or hurt you. Right now, you are trembling in my arms, and I can feel you spinning out and I want to Daddy your ass and protect you from the world, but I don’t want to do it if it means I am violating your boundaries. Do you want me to let you be the adult and figure all of this out, or can I take over from here as your Daddy and protect you?” Please, let me protect you . He wouldn’t beg her. It needed to be her consenting. She stared at him, her mouth open, but didn’t respond. “No matter what you pick, it won’t affect us. I will still be your Daddy and you will still be my little princess. I won’t think any differently about you. I just need to know where to go from here, Mak.”
She blinked a few times and then nodded slowly. “Then stop talking and be my fucking Daddy already.”
Kylie’s laughter cut through the shock of Makenzie’s words. She was testing him, there was no doubt and she wanted him to take control. His heart raced in relief. He turned her around and pushed her over her desk and brought his hand down on her butt in quick succession.
“You do not talk to your Daddy like that.” He scolded her before letting her back up. It was a quick demonstration but one he knew she was asking for. “We will talk more about this when we get home. Pack your stuff, we’re going home.”
“What if I say no?” She asked quietly. Irish had to intentionally not smile. He recognized exactly what she was doing. It wasn’t his first rodeo. If she was like other submissives, he knew she felt out of control and scared. She needed to know he was in charge and would make everything right in the world. In order to be certain of that, she would push him to see how far he’d let her go. Would he give in to her and be a pushover because she was in crisis mode, or would he double down and be the consistent and the firm hand she needed to steer her through this?
He took her by the shoulders and grabbed her chin. Holding her face firmly so that she couldn’t look away, he dropped his tone to the best no-nonsense one he could muster. “What happens if you say no to your Daddy without a good reason? I would see that as direct disobedience and defiance. We have a rule about disobedience and defiance, don’t we princess?” He would stand there until she answered him. After a beat she responded.
“Rule number three,” she said.
“And what are the consequences for breaking one of our top three rules?”
“Daddy,” she whined, trying to turn her head toward where Kylie still stood. Irish held her chin firmly, not allowing her to look away.
“No, little girl, you don’t get a reprieve because Kylie is here. She’s seen it all, believe me. Besides, if you don’t want Kylie to witness you getting corrected, you shouldn’t misbehave in front of her. What are the consequences for breaking one of the top three rules, Makenzie?”
“A spanking,” she whispered.
He frowned down at her. “A spanking and?”
“And more.”
“Makenzie, this is your last warning before you get that and more right now. What are the consequences?”
“Our first three rules are the most serious and breaking them cause the most harm to myself or our relationship. If I break them, I get a spanking with your hand and an implement, and I have to wear a punishment plug while I write down what I did wrong and how I’ll make a better choice next time.”
“Good girl. Now, do you want to say no to Daddy, or do you want to pack up your stuff and get ready to go home?”
“I’ll pack up my stuff.”
“That’s my good girl. I’m proud of you for making the right choice.” He released her chin and dropped a tender kiss on her forehead. “Is it okay if Daddy keeps your phone for now?” He wanted to protect her from any other hateful or threatening texts that came in, but also needed it for the investigation into who was behind all of this. “You aren’t having your phone taken away for punishment, princess. It’s the scene of the crime, so to speak, and I want it for investigational purposes.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Good girl. I’m going to have a quick chat with Kylie in my office and then we are going to go home.”
He motioned Kylie into his office and shut the glass pane filled door. He kept an eye on Makenzie as he spoke. “Thanks for coming when you found it. Can you send a text to the submissive’s group chat and explain what is going on? You said several are on that forum.”
“Yes, they are. I’ve already received a couple of texts asking me how well we know Makenzie. One in particular is afraid of being doxed.”
“I appreciate it. Don’t give any more information than necessary but let them know her account was hacked and it’s not her. I’m going to take her home and get her mind off this. In the meantime, can you screenshot any activity that appears on her account and text it to me and Jay? I’ll call him and let him know what is going on.”
“Should you call Dax?” Kylie inquired after a local detective who was also good friends of theirs.
“Not yet. If the perpetrator lives out of state, I’m not sure he will be able to do much good. Besides, what I have in mind for the bastard is outside of what he can turn a blind eye to.”
Kylie nodded. “I hope you find him, and I hope you castrate him.”
“Based on the verbiage of the posts, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have balls to castrate.” Irish said ominously. “One more favor, see who is available for a playdate tonight and text me. I’m hopefully going to get Makenzie into Little space and keep her there for a bit.”
“Got it. Anything else?”
“No. Thank you Kylie, I appreciate it.”
“Always. Irish, I’ve served beside you in combat, I know how you work. Please, don’t do anything that will leave Makenzie without you. She needs you.”
“I hear what you are saying, Kylie, but nobody hurts what is mine and lives to do it again.”