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There was no question. “Yes, Daddy.”
I saw the relief on his face. “Then, we have some negotiations to do, don’t we, babygirl?”
I nodded, unable to speak.
He started to, but the waitress appeared with our salads. I kept my eyes on the table, not wanting to witness her obvious infatuation. It bothered me, but who could blame her?
The salad was light and summery with citrus and berries and a vinaigrette on the side. I picked up my fork and dug in.
I was still chewing when she left and he began to speak.
“We will essentially have two different dynamics. Our office dynamic and an outside-the-office dynamic, but make no mistake, you will be the submissive in both, and misbehavior will be punished.”
He was letting me know that this morning’s scene hadn’t been a mistake, it wouldn’t be a one-off. Our relationship would still be professional, but with a twist. I breathed an audible sigh of relief.
“Outside the office, well, I don’t want to scare you off by negotiating too much too fast when we haven’t even gotten our entrees yet, but I am a jealous man, Audrey, and a demanding one. I’m a perfectionist in both my personal and private life. I’m a very busy man, and I expect my babygirl to fit into my life, not expect me to fit into hers. If that’s not going to work for you, then you should tell me now.”
I shook my head. “No. Sir, I mean, Daddy, I mean, yes, Sir. I can make it work.” I didn’t exactly know what it meant yet, but the upside of living far from family in a new city with no real friends and nobody to depend on me but my cat was that whatever he asked of me, I was open. Aside from work, and feeding Archie, I had no real obligations.
“Excellent.” He paused to take a bite of his salad, smiling as he chewed and I did the same.
“You’ll have rules, and we will discuss those later. Not following them will be swiftly punished.”
“I understand.”
“You’re a good girl, Audrey, and you like to be told that, you like to have your goodness acknowledged and validated. I won't do that superfluously. “If you want my praise, you’ll have to earn it.”
And there it was. He had my number. He knew exactly what I needed, what I craved, without being told. It was an exhilarating thing, but it was also dangerous.
“I understand, Daddy.” I wanted to know more about these rules and expectations, what it would mean to actually be his, but he’d already shut down that conversation.
The food came. He’d ordered filet mignon with roasted garlic, glazed maitake mushrooms, glazed carrots, and a peppercorn sauce all on top of a golden-brown potato cake. It was the fanciest thing I had ever seen, let alone eaten.
He said nothing else as he took a bite and waited for me to do the same. I assumed we were done, that whatever conversations and negotiations we still needed to have would be back burnered until later.
And then he dropped the bombshell.
“We need to talk about your limits. How do you feel about anal?”
Chapter 7
Archer
I wouldn’t be with a woman whose booty hole was off limits. Been there, done that, and it wasn’t for me. I was an ass man, but beyond that, when I took a babygirl, I wanted to own her mind, soul, and especially body. I needed to claim her in every way possible. If that was a hard limit for Audrey I needed to know, before this went any further.
I watched, enraptured as she nearly choked on the bite she had taken. I handed her her water, and watched her sip it, her eyes wide, and glued to mine. A deep red blush fanned across her chest, creeping up her cleavage to her collarbone, and neck, rising to her cheeks.
“I…” She licked her lips. “I.. I’ve never done it… but…” Her voice lowered to a whisper. “I’ve thought about it.”
An anal virgin. My cock hardened just thinking about it. And the way she admitted it, like it was something to apologize for when she was making my dreams come true, was too adorably much. I hadn’t been with an anal virgin since I was an anal virgin. “I can work with that,” I said with a wink.
She beamed, then quickly looked down as if it were something to be ashamed of or embarrassed about.
I changed the subject, well, at least as much as I could. “Do you have limits I should know about?” Everyone had some, but she may not know what hers were yet. I didn’t know what her experience level was within the realm of the BDSM/Daddy Dom lifestyle.
“I don’t know,” she answered breathlessly. “Is that bad?”
“No, it’s not bad. We’ll just flip the script. Instead of worrying about your limits right now, what are you interested in trying?”
