“Yes, Sir.” Standing at attention had him rolling his eyes but he kissed my head as he walked past me into the house. “I can answer questions.”
Hopefully.
I’d never had to explain it before but it couldn’t be hard.
But I wasn’t sure he’d believe that, so I followed him into the kitchen and sat down at the table. He seemed perfectly content to take charge and I liked how he looked buzzing around my kitchen and making himself at home.
He did that very well and even started talking to himself about getting me more groceries when he realized I only had two eggs left. Finding everything he needed to make the waffles distracted him long enough that I finished waking up.
And realized I needed to actually answer questions so I could play later and be annoying enough to get good attention.
“I’m big and awake and not embarrassed in case you’re wondering.” He’d stayed and agreed to be my Daddy, and he’d shown up for breakfast, so I wasn’t worried. “You’re sneaky. I’mpretty sure we were going to have a sleepover. I was going to let you wear some of my grown-up pajamas.”
His scoff made me want to giggle, but I stayed big.
“You were going totryto talk me into a sleepover.” He seemed very confident about that, but we both knew he was weak when it came to Little me.
I’d gotten a very big second brownie and he’d brushed my teeth.
“I’m going to have to work on being sneakier so I get to ask for what I want before you come up with an argument against it.” Little me was up to the challenge. “I don’t mind hard work, though. Don’t worry.”
His bark of laughter made my Little side want to wiggle but I did my best to keep him in check. Daddy needed to talk to big me so he could relax later. He also needed to see I was consenting and to talk about limits since he seemed to know about those.
Had he said something about a BDSM club?
“I have no idea what to say to that.” Glaring at me again, he looked like a wonderfully serious Daddy and that just made the giggles want to come back. “I’m not sure about how Littles work, but I’m pretty sure telling me that you’re going to manipulate me isn’t how it’s usually done.”
“You’re the type to like truthful subs, but I can learn to lie and be sneakier if you want.” Maybe? “It’d be awkward while I learned, though.”
Warning him about that sounded like the best plan.
Yep.
Daddy winced as he started scooping out the mix into the bowl he’d picked out. “No, that makes me feel like a member of your family.”
Possibly.
Why had he picked that one?
It was for salad, not for stuff like making pancakes and waffles.
“I like them most of the time.” Kind of. “I’d prefer to like you all of the time, though.”
“Me too.” Daddy looked over his shoulder at me but he seemed kind of confused. “Okay. I accept your logic on being honest but I reserve the right to question it.”
If he wanted to… I was cuter when I was honest.
“Questions are always good.” He didn’t seem like the type to scream them at me, so it’d be fine. I’d already accidentally tested his patience yesterday without meaning to. “Where would you like to start?”
That wasn’t as easy as he seemed to have thought it would be because he took several deep breaths and checked on the waffle maker before coming back to it. “You’re okay with everything that happened last night, right?”
He really was a worrier.
“I know you’re worried about that answer, but from my perspective we were both on the same page with green being good as far as safewords go and I told you how I was feeling as we went along.” Hadn’t I? “So no consent issues on my part unless you feel like I took advantage of you.”
Should he have said yellow for something?
“I was green.” Knightly’s quick answer stopped my worries before they could get out of control. “I’m just used to different kinds of limits conversations before a scene.”
