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You’re welcome, little one. If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask. I’m here for as long as you need, okay?
She smiled and quickly typed: Okay.
Leaving most of the boxes blank, she moved on to the next screen. This section had her heart beating faster. It also had her digging deep. No, she’d not been spanked as a child. Punishment consisted of being sent to her room or grounded. Yes, she sometimes felt overwhelmed. Yes, she thought being held accountable helped a person make better decisions.
After clicking that box, she wondered if she was somehow sealing her fate. Would he consider accountability could only be learned after turning her ass into a burning inferno as his note had stated?
Inferno? Okay, fine, that had been her little addition. Surely he hadn’t been completely serious about even the use of the word ‘burn’. It was very likely he was using words that painted a picture, allowing them to make his submissive shudder with anticipation. Still, from these questions, it seemed she could expect not to sit comfortably if she disappointed him in some way. With a sigh, she decided to leave the answers she’d given alone. As he’d just said, they weren’t chiseled in stone. The last question had her tummy tingling and her mind in a tug of war with her heart.
Have you ever fantasized about having a daddy? She didn’t have to wonder what sort of daddy. These questions, this entire website, had nothing to do with biological parenting. This was about roleplaying, fantasy, adults choosing to explore and experience all sorts of sexual kink and erotic play together. But no matter what Sarah had said, if Mr. Masterson was truly a daddy dom, could she be the type of submissive he was looking for? Did she even want to be?
Granted, she didn’t own a single piece of sexy-as-sin lingerie, but could she picture herself in some outfit meant to regress her to an age far beneath her chronological one? And God, what if he wanted to treat her as one would an infant? Could she drink from a bottle or wear a diaper? Would he stick a pacifier into her mouth whenever he didn’t wish to listen to her? Would she be able to give up her own thoughts, her voice? Finally, with a sigh, she unclicked the ‘Yes’ box, changing her answer to ‘No,’ then unclicking it as well.
Her finger hovered over the power button on her laptop and yet she didn’t push it. Even though she’d not done it on purpose, she felt she had led him on and now owed him an apology. She began to type in the text box in the lower left corner of her screen.
Daddy…
With a gasp, she pounded the backspace button after realizing what she’d just entered. Taking a deep breath, she began again.
Mr. Masterson—Please don’t think that I am judging you or your beliefs, but I feel I must decline your invitation. I do think that you will make some woman very happy… someone waiting to be your special little girl… I just don’t think it can be me.
Jane
Sending the text, she didn’t wait to see if he would respond, not trusting herself to remain strong and listen to her head and not her heart. This time, she pressed the button to power off her computer and shut the lid. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss at knowing her journey was over before it began, but she understood the truth. Fantasy was just that… an illusion.
* * *
Sawyer shook his head as he read Jane’s message. His fingers were on the keys, his message halfway completed when he was informed that the connection had been broken—not interrupted, not lost, but terminated. That only happened one way: Jane had shut her computer off. By doing so, she’d not only revoked her permission for him to access her computer remotely, she’d made her choice to terminate any future relationship. He’d lost her.
Shit! No, it was far more likely that this entire process had scared her. That having to sit and look at some faceless computer screen with question after question asking about increasingly more personal details about her life had finally been more than she could take. Hell, it would probably be more than anyone could take. Looking at his screen that only displayed the website logo, he shook his head. It didn’t matter that others had been very successful in using technology to find their perfect mate. He knew he’d never again go this route. He also knew that he wasn’t ready to give up on Jane. There was something about her that woke every instinct within him. He could already see her in his arms to be cuddled, over his knees to be disciplined, and in his bed to be loved.
He’d seen her eyes, watched her quiver when he’d simply brushed her hair back. Her breath had quickened; her nipples had hardened. The young woman was not disinterested… she was simply too afraid or too embarrassed to admit she had desires she had yet to explore. He had smiled the instant he’d seen the word ‘Daddy’ appear, expecting her to perhaps ask for more details about the dynamic. But he had watched the five letters disappearing one by one to be replaced by a formal salutation. No, despite her shutting down her computer, he was nowhere near ready to shut off their connection. He’d just go at this a different way. With that decided, he closed his laptop. He wouldn’t need it again.
Standing, he left his study. He believed in old-fashioned ways; he’d use that belief to convince Miss Knight that she would indeed be his little one.
Chapter Five
Sarah plopped down on the couch next to Jane. “Okay, that’s enough. You’ve been moping around all day. I want to know what really happened last night.”
Jane sighed. She’d known her friend would have questions but had already said that it just hadn’t worked out. “I told you, I got caught up in the fantasy and then reality came crashing down.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I know that I can’t be what he is looking for. Sarah, he’s not just a dominant, he really is looking for a Little. You know, an adult woman who wants a daddy? Well, that’s… that’s not me.”
“I know what a Little is, and you didn’t seem so put off about that possibility last night. In fact, I distinctly remember you being excited about exploring what having a daddy dom would be like.”
“Maybe, but what if he makes all sorts of demands that I just can’t imagine? What if he wants to put me in diapers or forbids me to speak? Or what if he expects me to crawl around or drink from a bottle? Sleep in some crib all alone? I-I’m just not into that stuff.”
Sarah took a moment to respond but then nodded. “Okay, I can understand that, but you said ‘if’. Were those things part of the questions you answered?”
“No, but what else could he be expecting from someone who fantasizes about having a ‘daddy’? I just knew that I couldn’t be the one he is looking for. I told him I was sorry I wasted his time but, well, didn’t wait for his response.”
“Wait a minute. He was actually responding… like in real time?”
“Yes, he helped me with a few of the screens, told me not to worry about what I was unsure of, that nothing was written in concrete.”
“And yet, with all those reassurances, you didn’t bother to ask exactly what he was expecting?”
