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He finally looked at my body. “We can revisit it another time, Baby Girl. But I bet when I’m rewarding you for being a good girl by licking your pussy, you’ll be happy to scream out to Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy.” A smile of amusement traced across my lips. What he just said made me hot, and he did seem to be pretty in tune with what I was thinking. If he was going to lick my pussy anytime soon, I’d call him Daddy if that’s what it took.
He stepped close to me, resting his hand gently on my cheek and rubbing his thumb across my bottom lip. A shiver ran down my spine.
Then he lowered his hand and stepped back. I missed his closeness. “Tell me if this sounds right,” he ticked things off on his fingers as he listed them, “you have a healthy interest in all types of bondage, you’d like to explore light impact play like spanking or hair pulling, you currently enjoy a variety of sexual activity, mild sensation play, a slight curiosity with humiliation, an interest in roleplaying mainly when it has to do with bondage and exploring exhibitionism and voyeurism and zero interest in torture, service acts or fetishes.”
He got all that from the questionnaire? “I guess that all sounds about right.”
He frowned. “Who am I, Baby Girl?”
“Daddy.”
His lips twitched. “That’s right. That’s how you address me. Take off your bra.”
I knew he was exerting his dominance, which was a bit like playing mind games with me. Maybe I wasn’t a natural submissive because I really wanted to exert my own will, but I wanted to know where this was all going. I wanted the experience, so I’d play along. I unsnapped my bra and pulled it off my shoulders. I didn’t have twenty-year-old breasts anymore. They were heavy, and they sagged a bit without a bra on, but I knew they still looked fabulous. I tossed the bra aside and met his eyes.
“I know what your hard limits are, and I won’t ever go there unless you change your mind down the road and get curious. Then we’ll talk it over, but for now, while we’re still building trust, I’m going to take it slow with you. And you have your safe words. Do you trust me enough to play, Baby Girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I still didn’t like calling him that, but at least I wasn’t thinking about my own father when I said it anymore. Thank God!
He smiled when I called him Daddy and damn, I didn’t want to feel the spurt of happiness that I’d pleased him. The shit going on in my mind was complicated. I realized that I was going to be the biggest obstacle to my own desires. If I wanted this to work, I had to stop faking everything and give in. It wasn’t my inclination, so it wouldn’t be easy. I’d have to fight myself every step of the way.
“Do you have any questions for me?” he asked.
“Yes, how long do these ... appointments last?” I’d been wondering all day.
“Sometimes people call it a ‘scene’, but that’s a bit limiting for what you and I’ll be doing here. Anytime you’re here with me, we’ll call it playtime. We might do specific scenes during our playtime. All the safety rules you were taught will apply during the entire playtime.” He shifted on his feet and then continued, “And playtime has no time limit. It could be short, maybe only 15 minutes if you’re being really bratty or it could last all day and night. It’s up to me to decide.”
“But what if I have something for work? An urgent meeting? Or a doctor’s appointment?” I couldn’t just drop everything for days on end without knowing how long it might last! Could I? Would I want to?
“If you didn’t clear your schedule in advance, you’d miss your meeting or whatever it was. Any other questions?”
“Do I just call the number when I want, uh, playtime?”
“No, I schedule playtime through the Scarlett app that’s on your phone. You’ll get a notification. I give 48-hour notice.”
Shit, that was so not going to work. “What if I’m busy? I travel a lot for work.”
His arms folded across his chest again. “I expect you to come, Baby Girl. I can be reasonable if the circumstance is extreme, but if you think fitting me into your schedule will be a problem, I’m not the Dom for you.”
“No!” I said it a little too breathlessly. “I was just curious.”
His eyebrow lifted as if he didn’t quite believe me. “Any other questions?”
I had so many. “How many other clients do you have?”
“Several, but when I’m with you, I’m focused entirely on you.”
“Are they all women?”
“No.”
I could tell he didn’t want to talk about this, but I was curious and he was answering, so I continued. “Are they all submissives?”
“Yes, but each dynamic is different. I don’t switch — I’ll always be a Dominant, but I’m a different type of dominant for all my subs.”
“Is it like playing a role? Acting?” I wanted to know more, but maybe I was needling him a bit, too.
