She tried to tug her hands back, but he held firm. “So?” There was a belligerent note to her voice but he knew it came from fear. She didn’t have to be afraid.
“I think you’re a Little. Pretty damn sure of it. What I don’t know is if you know it.”
“A Little?” she asked.
“You know I’m a dominant guy, I like control. Not just with sex. You get that, right?”
“Yeah, I’ve gotten that,” she said cautiously.
“In the past I’ve gone to clubs, played with subs, never gotten serious with any of them.”
“Do you mean BDSM clubs?”
“What do you know about BDSM clubs?” he demanded. Had she been to one before?
“I edit romance books, a couple of them had BDSM in them. So when you talk about me being a Little, do you mean age play?”
“Yeah, you edit any books about Littles?” He might need to read some of these books.
She shook her head. “No, I don’t really know anything about it. You’re really a Dom? You like bondage and spanking and stuff?” She blushed slightly.
“Yeah, I like doing that sort of stuff,” he repeated, feeling the urge to smile. “I entered the scene when I was in the Navy. A friend introduced me to the scene. I’ve been around Littles. I like taking care of them, in all ways. But I’ve never met a Little who I wanted outside of a club scene. Until you.”
“What about your fiancée?” she asked.
“Jennifer wasn’t a submissive. She was the daughter of a friend of my grandfather. I was young. Didn’t realize how ill-suited we were. We parted fairly amicably once we both realized we weren’t what the other one wanted. How did you know about her anyway?”
She blushed bright red. “I. . .um. . .I looked you up. Found the engagement notice.”
“Yeah. Her parents insisted on that. Don’t see why have to announce that to everyone.”
“She was never into that stuff?” she asked.
“No. Just one of the ways we weren’t suited.”
“You really think I’m a Little?”
“Yep.”
“Because I suck my thumb and have a snuggly?”
“That’s part of it. It’s not just about what you do, though. It’s who you are. And who I am. A Daddy Dom. I get this probably scares you, sugar. It’s a lot. But it doesn’t have to. My guess is you’ve suppressed that side of yourself for a long time. That you’ve been maybe embarrassed by it. But now you know you don’t got to be. Not with me.”
She liked when he called her sugar.
She was also scared shitless. The night he’d put her to bed, he’d obviously seen her suck her thumb, snuggle her bit of blankie. . .
And he hadn’t left in disgust. He’d stuck around for days. More than that. He’d still shown her that he wanted her.
“You’re not disgusted by it? By me acting like a child?”
“Told you that you could never embarrass me and I meant it. You certainly could never disgust me. You’re sexy as hell. Those eyes, that hair, your gorgeous smile. And you’re so sweet my teeth ache. This other part of you, hell, icing on the cake. I want it all, baby girl. I want you to give me your all.”
Her mind whirled. “How does it all work? A Daddy Dom and a Little?”
“Works different for everyone. Just have to figure it out. For us, it means we no longer hide who we are. Means there might be times you’re Little Daisy, other times you’re adult Daisy. When you’re in Little headspace, then I’m Daddy. I’m the man you come to for everything, protection, care, discipline. All the time. When you’re Little, that will step up a notch. I’ll give you baths, I’ll give you playtime, corner time and spankings when they’re needed. I’ll give you a bedtime. A binky to replace your thumb. And I’ll give you that safe haven you need to be you.”
Her breath quickened. She really didn’t know how she felt about all of this.