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“Being Little isn't about weakness,” Lucky continued, the depth of his voice wrapping around her like a well-worn leather jacket—comforting yet undeniably powerful. “It's about finding power in your own vulnerability, discovering courage in submission.”
Trinity's cheeks flushed, a rosy hue blooming across her skin as she absorbed the weight of his words. Excitement fluttered in her chest, a butterfly caged by ribs that ached to break free and explore the tantalizing world he was unveiling before her. “It’s fun, too,” she said. “Coloring, playdough, building with LEGO pieces. Tea parties with friends, going to the park, hugging my stuffies.” How easy it was to slip into her Little mindset around this man.
“It is fun. There is a lot more to explore together, Little Rabbit.” His gaze locked onto hers, fierce and unyielding, yet filled with an intensity that promised care and devotion. “With me, you'll experience pleasures far beyond what the flesh alone can offer.”
In the books, the many novels she’d read about the DDLG relationship, she knew it was different living it than simply playing it for a couple of hours a month. Her Daddy would take complete control when they were together. Could she givehim that? Trinity’s nervousness clashed with an all-consuming desire to dive headlong into the depths of this new realm.
“I’m not always a Little,” she said. “I know for some women, it’s their identity. That’s not me. I’m a businesswoman. I’m a mother of young adults. I have an entire life outside of the kink lifestyle…”
“I understand,” Lucky said. “Life is not a romance novel. No one can sustain these roles twenty-four hours a day in the civilian world. There are times when your Little has to safely take a nap. You aren’t going to wear your bunny suit to the courthouse to register your business license.” She laughed at the mental image. “There will be times when you have to be adult Trinity. But then, there will be times when you are free to be Little Rabbit. When you are alone with me, when you are at The Citadel and when you are with your other Little friends.” His voice dipped lower, a sensual caress that seemed to reach inside her, stroking the secret parts of her soul. The pull of something deep within, begging to be acknowledged, to be nurtured.
She nodded, wordless, with the dawning realization of what she'd always sought—a place where she could unfurl her complexities beneath the watchful eye of a Daddy Dom who understood the intricacies of her spirit.
“Use your words, Little Rabbit,” he directed gently.
“Yes,” she whispered, the word barely audible over the cacophony of her racing thoughts. “I want this—I want to explore...with you, outside of The Citadel.”
“Good girl,” he praised, and the approval in his tone was her undoing. In that moment, she knew she would follow him anywhere—to the brink of her boundaries and beyond.
A slow, knowing smile spread across Lucky's rugged features, his eyes glinting with a predatory satisfaction. He reached out, his rough fingers tilting her chin up, forcing her to meet theintensity of his stare. “You're making the right choice, Little Rabbit. I'll be there every step of the way.”
The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in as if to cocoon them in their private universe. And then, with a ferocity that left no room for doubt, Lucky claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. It was a melding of souls, a crashing wave of passion that swept away all hesitation. Trinity melted into him. Her body responded with an eagerness that matched the hunger in his kiss. Their connection sparked a flame, igniting a firestorm of emotion that roared through Trinity's veins. She clung to him, her fingers tangling in the silver threads of his hair, anchoring herself to the storm of sensation Lucky unleashed within her.
As they parted, gasping for air, their foreheads rested together in silent communion.
“Welcome to my world,” Lucky growled, his voice laced with dark promises. “You belong to me now, Trinity, in all ways.”
CHAPTER 3
TRINITY
Trinity perched on the window seat of her coffee shop, the pages of a well-thumbed romance novel lying forgotten in her lap. Her gaze drifted past the steam curling from her mug and settled on the line of motorcycles parked across the street. They had gathered at The Rusty Crab for some reason or another. The night she first met Lucky lingered in her mind like the aftertaste of a rich espresso—bold and intoxicating.
She traced the rim of her cup, remembrance igniting a spark within her. Lucky’s formidable presence had filled the room that day, his salt-and-pepper hair and tattoo decorated arms calling to her. His aura was undeniably dominant, yet it carried an undercurrent of care that stirred something deep in Trinity's core. When he’d knelt beside her the next night and asked, “Do you need to go potty, too, Little Bunny?” somewhere inside, she knew he was meant to be her Daddy.
With a decisive snap, Trinity closed her book and set down her cup. She’d purposely closed Day & Night on Wednesdays due to the Bottoms’ meetings at The Citadel. It was also closed on Sunday and Monday evenings. Maybe she would eventually have the staff and income to be open seven days a week, but fornow, the wine bar was only open Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights.
The evening was brisk, the air ripe with possibility as she locked up. She texted Delilah that she was on the way to The Citadel before getting into the driver’s side seat of her Jeep. She arrived at the club just in time to slide in next to Delilah before the speaker began.
“Tonight’s topic is on contracts,” Samantha said, sitting on the edge of the stage. They kept it very informal during Bottoms’ meetings. “I’d love to start the conversation by asking you all what kind of contracts you have with your Tops. Formal or informal? Written or verbal? Then, we will go from there.”
For the next hour, Trinity sat among other people who identified as Bottoms in the BDSM lifestyle. Looking around the room, she smiled at the friends surrounding her. Littles, submissives, slaves, switches…all genders, body sizes and sexual orientations. It was a rainbow of the best kind and one of the few places she felt safe to be herself.
“I guess I can go next,” she said shyly. Every eye in the room turned to her. It was time for the announcement of her relationship with Lucky. The only one who knew was Delilah, who squeezed her hand in encouragement. “Yesterday, early in the morning, Lucky and I made a verbal, informal contract with each other in a Daddy Dom Little Girl relationship.”
The air whooshed out of her lungs. Saying it out loud was very different than thinking it in her head. It somehow made it more real. Gasps of surprise, giggles of happiness and a few murmurs of, “It's about time!” surrounded her.
“Congratulations, Trinity!” Samantha said. “Are you willing to discuss what specifically you hashed out? It’s okay if you don’t want to.”
“Sure. Um, okay, so before I agreed to be his Little, we talked about what each of our roles would be. Then, um, afterI agreed, we got together after work and hashed out verbally, our expectations. It was clear to me that Lucky didn’t want any unrealistic expectations or unclear rules to muddle up things. First, Lucky made sure we had an agreed upon safe word and expressed the importance of using it. Second, we discussed our different limits, physical abilities, health issues and the likes. We went down a BDSM checklist and talked about each item and he checked off whether I was curious, wanted to try, or if it was a hard limit. Then we discussed rules, expectations, and consequences. He was really good at laying down the groundwork for us.” She didn’t go into too many details with the group, but she’d been incredibly impressed by Lucky’s commitment to be thorough in communicating with her.
“Those are all important elements to a BDSM contract. Let’s talk about what a BDSM contract is and what it is not. A BDSM contract is not legally binding. Let’s get that out of the way first and foremost. In the US, there is a long-standing law that prohibits people from owning other people, even consensually. So, what is it and why are they important? Well, Trinity hit on one important reason to have a contract, even if it is an informal verbal one—expectations. Both people need to be on the same page. A contract helps make sure…” As Samantha continued the conversation, Trinity thought back to the night before.
Lucky had arrived promptly at nine, just like he’d said. Wearing one of her signature pajama sets, she cautiously opened the door and let him into her small townhouse. The two room home suited her well. She had a massive master bedroom and there was a guest room with two queen beds in it for her daughters to come visit. Both rooms had their own full bathroom and there was a half-bath off the living room. With an open floor plan, the living room and kitchen merged into one large, beautiful space.
He looked out of place sitting in her baby blue loveseat. After she put the beautiful bouquet of flowers in a vase, she approached him shyly. Like that morning, he pulled her into his lap and snuggled her deep into his arms. “I want my Little Rabbit to come out and play, but we need to have a serious adult conversation first.”
“Don’t wanna.” She pouted.
