Ooh. That was nice.
“You know what, baby? Didn’t think of it but it is definitely weird. Then again, neither of us are particularly normal, right?”
“No, we’re not,” she said quietly. How often had she wished she could be normal?
“Hey. Normal is overrated.”
Was it? If she was normal, she’d still have her family. Then again, if her family loved her shouldn’t they accept her the way she was?
“Yeah. You’re right.”
“That’s my good girl.”
To her disappointment he pulled his finger away. “Shit. Hard to concentrate.” He drew her panties up but continued to rub her bottom. “Hard limits?”
“Anything hard impact, like a whip or cane.”
“Paddles? Belt?”
“They’re fine.”
Was this really happening? Was she living an alternate reality? Sometimes she daydreamed, caught up in the stories of her mind and made things up that seemed so real. Was that happening, right now?
Anything else I need to know?”
“I wouldn’t like to be humiliated.”
“I’d never want to do that to you, baby doll. Not my kink. I like having a Little. A baby girl who looks to her Daddy for protection and safety and care.”
What if she couldn’t ever give him that?
“But that takes a lot of trust. And we don’t need to have that right now. It’s enough you’re giving me your trust to let me take control in some areas. I want you to communicate with me, Caley. I want to know if you’re scared, angry, unsure, horny.”
She snorted at the last one. She had a feeling she’d always be aroused around him.
“Don’t hold back out of fear, all right? Honesty and communication are important.”
“I understand. I do tend to go into my head when I need to think something out. I like to mull over things.”
“That’s fine. But you have to tell me you need time and then when you are finished mulling, you’ve got to tell me what you’re thinking. And you can’t take too long doing that mulling or I’m going to interfere.”
Hmm, yes, patience wasn’t his strong suit.
“Anything you need from me?”
“I…” Oh hell, could she ask for orgasms?
“Baby doll?”
“I guess…maybe I…don’t sleep well.”
“I’m going to help with that. Think maybe I should get some rails for the side of the bed, don’t want you falling out again and hurting yourself.”
“That’s the first time I’ve fallen out of bed.”
“Hmm, you forgot I was in bed with you, huh?”
Maybe. “I know I work too much…it was a coping mechanism after Dave died. I have trouble pulling back.”