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"What about you?" he finally asked towards the end of the night. "What do you plan to do with your life?" This was a question that I had been asked frequently over the last few months, and I couldn't help but smile as I delivered the same answer as I had countless times.

"Honestly, I'm perfectly happy where I'm at," I admitted to him. "Mrs. Crane pays pretty well for me to help her out at the library, especially since she's been turning her attention more towards your mother these days than she had before. In fact, she said that come the New Year, she plans on retiring so that she can focus one hundred percent on your mother, and she's putting me in charge of the library." His eyes widened in surprise as he stared at me.

"That sounds like such a big responsibility," he commented with a playful smile. "Are you sure you can handle it?" I laughed in response and shook my head at him.

"I've been preparing for that possibility ever since I was a freshman in high school," I admitted. "I always wanted to be a librarian because I love to read so much. Normally, in the city, people require that you go through some sort of college before they allow you to become the librarian. However, since I know the library better than anybody else my age, Mrs. Crane said that she'd be crazy not to give me job once she's ready to retire at the start of the New Year." Joel looked amazed as he considered this for a moment.

"Was there ever a point in your life when you wanted to do something else?" he asked, sounding genuinely curious. "Something that nobody else expected from you or that you just wanted to do for yourself? Something that was completely different from what you're already doing?" I considered this a moment before shrugging.

"Would getting married and starting a family count?" I asked. Immediately, he paused and turned to stare at me a moment, seeming to debate on whether or not I was serious about my question. After a moment, he nodded in response.

"I guess so," he replied, still sounding a bit uncertain. "However, I guess I would consider that every person's dream." With a sad smile, I shrugged and knotted in an agreement.

"Then I suppose that is the only other thing that would actually make my life complete," I admitted. "I want to fall in love. Maybe start a family with somebody and live out my days here like so many other people have over the years. I love this town, and I want to stay here for the rest of my life with the one I love." He couldn't help but smile as he watched me for a moment.

'May I confess something a bit personal to you?" he asked, looking around to make sure we weren't being watched or followed. I nodded in response, and he continued. "I would like to continue seeing you." When I frowned in confusion, he decided to elaborate. "I would like to go out with you, if you will allow me to. However, I don't want you agreeing to be my girlfriend or anything without knowing the truth." Immediately suspicious, I raised an eyebrow at him.

"The truth?" I asked. "What kind of truth are you referring to?" After taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes.

"I have a different kink than most people when I get romantically involved with someone," he began to explain, and I could already tell that he was struggling to find the words "I am what you would call a Daddy, and, when I find a girlfriend, I usually stick to people who are known as Littles." A smile spread across my face as I stared at him in surprise.

"You mean to tell me it's a real thing?" I asked, my hopes getting high. He looked just as surprised as I was as he stared at me in disbelief.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Believe it or not, we get a lot of new books in the library all the time," I explained among. "With these new books, we do also get the occasional steamy Romance, and one of the romances I've come across are Daddy and Little romances." His cheeks burned red as he stared at me, looking embarrassed.

"Then you know about Daddies and Littles?" he asked, and I nodded. Embarrassed, he looked down at the ground. "Are you okay with being in that kind of relationship?" After considering it for a moment, I shrugged.

"While I'm sure that it is different from what I've read, I wouldn't be opposed to giving it a try," I reassured him. "However, I would need somebody who is willing to teach me the real fundamentals of it rather than leaving me to assume that I know based on what I read." Smiling at me, he nodded in agreement.

"Let me show you then," he suggested. "Once you've made up your mind, we can make things official."

CHAPTER EIGHT

Joel

It seemed crazy to try to sleep with her right away, but, after talking it over, she told me that she wanted to know every aspect of being a Little. Originally, I told her that I wanted to wait, especially since rushing into something like this could easily scare her off and make her change her mind, but, after she insisted that she wanted to know what it was like to be a proper Little, I found it impossible to say no. So, after discussing our options, we set off towards my house.

By the time we got there, the food was cold, but our minds weren't on the food we placed the to go bags on the table. Instead, we made our way upstairs to the bedroom, and I closed and locked the door behind me, a completely unnecessary move that I did strictly out of habit. As soon as the task was complete, I turned to face Bella who was already sitting on the bed.

In the dim lighting of the lamp on the nightstand, she was a vision of pure beauty, and I began to wonder exactly how innocent she truly was. The whole thing seemed a bit risky, but, as I approached the bed, I promised myself that I would start slow and make sure that I didn't hurt her or scare her off. Sitting down next to her, I smiled.

"Before we do this, I want to know something," I told her, and she smiled as she looked up at me, waiting for my response. "Is this your first time ever doing anything like this?" As much as I had expected it, I was still amazed when she nodded in response.

"Yes, it is," she admitted, sounding a bit embarrassed as she spoke. "I've never been sexually active with anyone before." After receiving the verbal confirmation I needed, I nodded in response.

"Okay," I said as I considered my options. "Then, what I'm going to do is start off small and go easy on you so that you can feel good during your first time. If, for any reason, I do anything that hurt you, or you feel uncomfortable, you should use a safe word, and we can stop and discuss what to do from there." She tapped a finger to her chin as she thought for a second.

"How about apple?" she suggested. Feeling that, since she was the one who was going to have to use the safe word, it was only fair that she choose the safe word. I nodded in response.

"Apple it is then," I agreed. "You can use the safe word if you change your mind at any point in time. There's no pressure, and you don't have to do anything that you're not comfortable with. Am I clear again?" She nodded in response.

"Got it,' she said as she stared at me. "So how do we begin?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, I decided that the best way to lead into it was to use my body, not my words. Wrapping my arms around her tiny body and pulling her in close, I pressed my lips against hers, and she sighed as she gave in to the kiss. Her lips were warm and wet, and they felt soft like two silk pillows. Deep within me, my inner Daddy, dominate and strong, reared his head and demanded more, but I held him at bay, not wanting to scare the sweet girl I was about to claim as mine.

I had promised myself that I was going to be gentle, but my body was already attempting to rebel as my hand travelled from her waist to her shoulder then right down to her luscious breasts. As soon as I felt the soft gentle mound under her shirt, I gave it a gentle squeeze, and she moaned into our kiss, capturing her lips. Once again, I delved my tongue into her mouth, tasting her. She tasted like coffee and peppermint, a strange mixture that actually worked for her, and I smiled into our kiss as I kneaded her breast with my massive hand.