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“You wouldn’t need to think about that if you weren’t in danger because of me.”
“No. I wasn’t even thinking about that stuff. I mean, I feel safe from life in general. I feel like I can talk to you about anything. I feel like I can trust you. I feel like I can relax with you. I don’t have to be some hotshot lawyer. I don’t have to be someone’s overwhelmed and frightened daughter. You’re you, and it always feels like you’re in control. Like even if something bad happens, you’ll still make everything okay.”
“I want you to always feel that way with me. I want to give you all of that and more, Sinead. I want to take care of you. Not smother you or treat you like you can’t take care of yourself. Not like some sugar daddy who gives you an allowance and pays all your bills. I want to take care of your emotional needs as much as anything else.”
“That. All of that is why I called you…”
She trails off, and her cheeks turn pink. She was so confident a moment ago. Now she’s nervous. I hit the stop button and slide my arm around her waist, pulling her against me. My free hand cups her face. I press a tender kiss to her lips as my thumb brushes over her cheekbone.
“Piccolina, I understood as soon as you said it. I think you wanted to say it before, but caught yourself.”
“I did. It shocked me each time. I thought it would freak you out. I decided to see if it did. I needed to know because I didn’t want to blurt it out one day.”
“How do you feel now that you’ve said it?”
“Relieved. Happy.”
She shrugs.
“You know I’ve called you little girl in English and in Italian since nearly the beginning. It’s not a coincidence. Maybe that’s what made you think of it. Or maybe we’ve been thinking along the same lines all along. I don’t know. But I think it works for us.”
“The other people in your family all speak Italian. What if they overhear you call mepiccolina?”
I push the stop button again, and the elevator continues its descent.
“I know we’re not the only couple that comes to this point in their relationship. Luca, Matteo, and Carmine call their wives that. And I know their wives call them Daddy too. None of them are into Daddy Dom/Little Girl. Not the husbands nor the wives. It’s the same situation we’re in. We don’t discuss it because it’s private between husband and wife, but no one in our family is blind to it. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if all our parents are into similar stuff. They just never, ever let any of us hear it. Thank God.”
I grin. One time, Carmine and I walked in on my parents. Not into their bedroom or anything. We didn’t see them just heard them. We were in like eighth grade. He and I have never moved as fast as we did running out of that house. I know I heard my dad call my mombambina, or baby girl. I’m absolutely certain my mom isn’t a little. I’ve belonged to a BDSM club long enough to recognize tells from couples who are in DDLG relationships but aren’t open about it. Fuck. It creeps me out thinking about my parents like that. Fuck. Sinead. Fucking her. Sucking her tits. Coming in her mouth. Anything to not think about them.
“My mom and dad — they — uh — they were into that.”
Her face flames red. I don’t know what to say.
“I was getting a sweater from my mom’s dresser one day and opened the wrong drawer. Everything in it was like what a doll would wear, except they were all my mom’s size. I was twelve and nosey. Once I saw one thing, I couldn’t not look for other stuff. I found toys— sex ones and little girl ones. I didn’t understand it until I was much older because I could never ask. I wasn’t supposed to be in that drawer, and I definitely couldn’t admit poking around. Once I learned about DDLG, I realized what I’d found years earlier. I also knew that wasn’t what I was into. I’ve never called another man Daddy since I was probably five. That’s when my father became Dad. And I definitely don’t feel the same about you and him.”
“You might feel taken care of again like you once did. But I know your other feelings are decidedly very adult.”
We step off the elevator and make our way across the lobby. My eyes sweep our surroundings. Something feels off, but I can’t tell what. I glance over my shoulder, but I see nothing suspicious.
“Gabe?”
“Keep walking. Look straight ahead like you normally would.”
I slip her hand into mine, trapping them between us. She holds on for dear life, like she fears someone will snatch her from me if she doesn’t keep a tight grip. I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my cock like that. I steer us toward the far-left set of glass doors.
“Stand next to the wall, your back to it.”
She follows my instructions as I look outside. I don’t see any of our cars. Luca and Carmine took off once Sinead and I came inside. Luigi should be waiting for us, but I don’t see him. I pull out my phone and tap an app. All our vehicles have trackers, but the car Luigi drives isn’t appearing anywhere. Not even at the garage where we keep the fleet.
“Car, where’s Luigi?”
I don’t bother with a greeting.
“He isn’t waiting for you?”
“No. Neither his tracker nor the car’s is pinging.”
“Are you still at Sinead’s office?”
