“Okay. Um.” Her shoulders came up to her ears. “Do you want me to call you Daddy?”
She was so sweet. “Why don’t you address me as ‘sir’ until we decide otherwise, okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” Her cheeks warmed. I knew she liked praise, but her whole body lit up after those two words. “Have you been in a daddy/little relationship before?”
“No.” She looked away. I brought her face back to me with a finger on her chin. “No. I just played in the club. Nothing more.”
“Did you want more?”
“Yes, but I never felt safe bringing it out of the club setting.” She looked around the room. “It’s so much easier when it’s in a place like this. Where everyone is on the same page?”
“Understandable.” I squeezed her hand. “Were you punished when you played in the club?”
“Just for funsies.” She giggled. “I never got in trouble enough in the club for a proper punishment. I was a good girl.”
“You are still a good girl.” I held her cheek. “What kind of fun punishments did you experience?”
“I wrote lines. A lot of lines and standing in the corner, which is probably not much of a punishment.”
“I imagine you are quite good at entertaining yourself.” I concluded for her. She nodded. “What else?”
“I’ve been spanked, but that seemed performative at best.” She shrugged. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a real spanking.” I noticed the longing in her voice.
“Did you take part in sexual relationships in the club?” I knew the question would catch her off guard. She looked away and stepped back.
“I don’t think I want to answer that.”
“Okay.” I pulled at her bow to get her to stand close to me again. “That’s fine. There are some sexual punishments; I just wanted to know what your limits are. We will leave them off the table for now.”
Her eyes grew wide.
“There are a few more options, but I think I have an idea of what you need.”
CHAPTER 23
KYLIE
How did he know what I needed?
I didn’t even know what I was doing here. A hum of curiosity, yes. A deep ache for a firm hand, probably. An absolute, desperate need for physical touch, definitely.
But sex with Patrick?
In my fantasies, maybe. It’s natural to dream about your sexy boss, right? Imagining his strong hands touching your body. His full lips dragging along your skin while he presses himself into you.
“Kylie.”
I blinked and Patrick came back into focus.
“Did I lose you there for a minute?” He rubbed my arm. “You okay?”
“I’m sorry.” I shook my head. “I’m fine. What did you ask?”
“What is your safe word?”
Oh, right, safe words. We were in a scene. Of course, we would have a safe word.
