Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
He wraps his hand in my hair, pulls my head back even further, and bends to kiss me sweetly on the lips. He doesn’t kiss me on the mouth often because he tries to keep our relationship practically platonic. He touches me all the time, he holds me in his arms, he kisses my face and the top of my head, but he hasn’t touched me intimately since the time he ate my pussy two weeks ago.
The memory lingers. I dream about it and wake up hot and bothered. I want to experience it again. And I can…as soon as I’m ready to accept the fact that Theo is it for me.
It’s hard. Most days I feel like I’m playing house. I’m the Little girl, and he’s the Daddy. It feels like pretend, though. Like I’m at the club enacting a scene. I’m still struggling to believe it could be real and long-lasting. Forever.
“Also, call Sophia. Tate asked me again last night if you could arrange a double-date.”
I giggle. “He’s so persistent.”
“Determined is the word you’re looking for.” Daddy smiles, kisses me one more time, and leaves.
I watch as he exits my room and listen to every memorized noise as he opens the garage, locks the back door, sets the alarm, and drives away. My heart beats faster because I already miss him.
Craziness. We can’t be together every hour of every day. Daddy has to work. I need to continue exploring my options. One thing I know is that no matter what happens between us, I never want to feel dependent on someone. I never have, and it makes me uneasy to this day.
I live with a foot in two different worlds. It’s giving me whiplash. Most of the time, especially when I’m with Theo, I look forward and honestly believe this is my new life. I’m the lucky girl who body-slammed into a man who turned out to be the perfect Daddy.
But there’s still a part of me who looks back over my shoulder at where I came from and finds it difficult to believe any of this is truly possible. I’m just an average simple woman without big aspirations, living paycheck to paycheck. That’s who I’ve always been. Hoping for more is a pipedream.
The most extravagant thing I ever owned was my membership to the Dungeon. The club was the only place where I could really indulge in age play without worrying about being judged.
Can I really have more?
My phone buzzes, and I giggle as I pick it up, expecting to see a call from Daddy. It’s not unusual for him to call me five minutes after he leaves the house. Sometimes he remembers something he meant to say, and other times he simply says he misses me already. Either way, it’s hot.
It’s not Daddy, though. It’s Sophia. I answer. “Hey, I was going to call you today.”
Sophia chuckles. “I guess I beat you. I’ve been thinking about your suggestion about going on a double date with Tate…”
“That’s what I was going to call about.”
“Oh, okay. Did he change his mind?” Sophia asks, her voice shaky.
“No, the opposite. He reminded Daddy to set it up.”
“Okay. Uh, okay.”
I giggle. “You know you like him,” I remind her. I don’t want to pressure her because I, of all people, understand how hard it is to put yourself out there and take risks. If I were capable of taking chances, I’d probably be married to Theo by now. I have no doubt he would buckle me into the car and drive straight to the justice of the peace if I would agree to it. He’s even mentioned it a few times. He was joking, but he also was not. He knows I’d be far more trusting of our future if there were legal documents making me his.
“Yeah…but…”
“Take a chance,” I encourage her.
“You really think he’s into me?”
“I know he is. He’s been over here three times this week. He makes up reasons to stop by when what he really wants to do is see if I’ve spoken to you.” I haven’t shared her contact information because that’s not my place. If she wants him to have her phone number and address, she can give it to him when she’s ready.
“Okay, okay.” She keeps saying that as if she needs to convince herself. “But I’m confused about how to present myself. I’ve seen Tate lots of times at the club. He’s only seen me in my Little space. Do I want him to see my adult? Both? Gah. I don’t know how this works.”
“Maybe since your only interaction so far has been in your Little space, we could have a playdate here at my…” I suck in a breath, “…at Daddy’s house. That way you can be Little. Then if you feel like you have chemistry, you could go on an adult date and get to know each other better in that headspace.”