“I understand you are a people pleaser, and you have an innate need to do what’s asked of you, even by yourassignment.”He scoffed at the word. “I just couldn’t imagine a little spending an evening with Rayna and Tyler surrounded by all of this.” He held his hands out to his side. “And your little didn’t peek out once?”
“What my little does or doesn’t do isn’t your business.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Well, as we have already discussed, we agreed that when you oversee Rayna or Tinley’s care, you are in full on adult mode. We are going to put you in a lot of places that are little heavens. Hell, this room makes me want to kick off my shoes and play.”
I peeked at my bare feet. Where were my shoes?
They sat at the end of the bed along with my socks. I don’t remember taking them off. I stood up.
“Sit down, Kylie.”
I dropped back down onto my bottom. Thankfully, the bed was like a cloud.
Patrick stood and retrieved my shoes and socks. He sat back on Rayna’s bed.
“I’m not asking as your boss.” He leaned forward. There wasn’t much space between the two beds. I could almost feel his body heat. “To be honest, I’m not concerned about your little when we are out on assignment. I’ve told you that, and even if you let your guard down and enjoy it, I’ve seen your ability toadapt and pivot your thinking, in training, on the gun range, in dealing with the Grants. I’m not concerned.”
“So, who’s asking about my little?”
“A concerned Daddy Dom who hates to see a woman suppress such an amazing part of herself.” He flipped my sock right side out and placed my left foot across his thigh. “You waste so much energy keeping her bottled up; it’s putting your adult side under immense stress. That’s more of a distraction to your mentality than if you’d just let her out at appropriate times.”
He put the sock on and then my shoe, slipping the black loafer on with ease. He’d done this before.
“You would have been fine if I was little with Rayna tonight?”
“No, not really because I don’t know your little. I don’t like anyone around Rayna who I don’t know. Too many unknowns.” He proceeded with my right foot. It had been so long since I had anyone do something for me. Something as simple as putting my shoes on made my heart race. I looked away and blinked back tears.
“Kylie. I don’t know your little, but I’d like to.”
My heart dropped, and a lump formed in my throat.
“Why?”
“Because I want to get to know you and she’s a part of you.” He placed a hand on my knee. It felt nice and comforting. He had such big hands, with veins tracing distinct paths up his forearms that drew my eye.
“I don’t know how to just let her out.” I moved my legs. His hand fell to the side. I immediately missed his touch. How long has it been since I was touched?
“Well, you went to a club before.” He clasped his hands together. “Why don’t you schedule some playtime? There will be plenty of littles running around the club this weekend.”
“What about Daddies?”
Patrick’s face dropped and my little giggled in my head.
“Well.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “If you want to take part in a scene to get you into little space, I guess you could find . . .”
I covered my mouth to keep the giggle from escaping.
Sweat formed on his forehead, and his eyes darted around. I tilted my head to catch his gaze. My eyes wide and waited for him to finish his sentence.
He captured my gaze and shook his head.
“You would really set me up with a Daddy Dom at the club.” I placed a hand to my chest and gave him the most sincere expression I could muster under the circumstances. “That’s so nice of you. I truly appreciate it.”
“I’m not setting you up with someone else.”
“No.” I pouted, holding in a giggle.
“No need.” He shifted back on the bed. “I can spank your little ass right now for being so sassy. I bet your little would love that.”
