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“But… I… Those are my workout clothes. I didn’t mean to-”
“Hush. I know you didn’t mean to. Doesn’t mean you didn’t make daddy ache for you.”
“Daddy?” she questions in a hushed voice. Part of me hopes she’ll argue that I’m not her daddy. Another part of me wants to knock down that wall and storm her castle laying a claim through sheer force of will.
“Yes, little one?”
“Can… can I call you that? You’re not… I mean… we’re not…”
I press a finger to her lips, halting her words. “In this room, we are whatever we want to be. Outside this room, that’s where reality is and whatever it is we make of it.”
Her eyes get bigger, and she licks those cupid’s bow lips of hers. “O-okay. Daddy.”
I grin down at her, cupping her cheek with one hand before I move in closer and closer. Our lips are a hairsbreadth apart when she takes a step back.
“Limits… We should talk about those… Right, daddy?”
I let out a low groan because the last thing I want to do right now is talk. I want to show her exactly what she’s made me think all these days, but she’s right and the fact that she’s the one to bring up limits is shameful. As the dominant, that’s my job. I should be the one ensuring that she’s safe and cared for, not the other way around.
I give her a small smile, pulling away slightly. “Yes, little one. We should. Come, sit with me and we will talk.”
I pull her towards the bed and take a seat on the end of it. When she moves to sit beside me, I grip her waist and sit her on my lap instead. She gives a brief protest but quickly settles in when I don’t move my hands from her body.
“What is your safeword?” I start out with the most important thing.
“Pineapple,” she says with a blush.
“Pineapple,” I repeat.
She nods, scrunching her nose up. “It’s disgusting and definitely not something I would ever say during sex.”
Charity’s cheeks turn bright red as if she can’t believe she just said that.
“I have to agree with your assessment of pineapple. Definitely the worst of all fruits.”
She gives me a bright smile at that. “Darlene loves the stuff. Can you believe she even orders it on pizza sometimes?” She puts her finger to her mouth and makes a gagging motion.
I smirk at her but guide the conversation back to the subject at hand by asking her limits.
“No blood play, no knives, no lasting damage…” She starts listing off things that I would never consider something a little would like to begin with and things that are beyond anything I would ever find sexy. “No bondage,” she says, looking up at me as she says it.
“No bondage?” I question. “Is that a hard limit?”
She shakes her head. “It’s just… I don’t know… intimate. Like kissing. I don’t think we should do that either,” she says, licking her lips and looking down at mine as if she doesn’t like the words any more than I do.
My mouth drops open in shock. She doesn’t want me to kiss her? How will I ever control myself from taking those perfect pouty lips with mine?
“Okay,” I reluctantly agree. She’s in charge here. What she says goes. If she doesn’t want me to kiss her because it’s too much, then I’ll refrain. Somehow. “Anything else?”
She shakes her head. “I think that’s about it.”
“Okay, little one.” I gently nudge her off of my lap and she stands between my legs. “Strip off that cute little dress of yours.”
“S-strip?”
“You heard me… unless you’re wanting to add to your limits?”
“N-no. I just… No.” Charity slowly reaches behind her and undoes the zipper at her back. The dress slowly relaxes around her body, then falls to the floor, puddling at her feet. She stands before me in a baby pink bra and panties. The lace of which is so sheer it does nothing to cover her pebbled pink nipples nor the dark curls above her sex.
