“I fully intend to help with that too. Most of your rules will be around health and safety and they will be strictly enforced. Somehow I think you need that.”
It was almost like he could read her mind.
“Now for my limits and needs,” he told her. “I’m a deeply dominant guy. I’ve already told you honesty and communication. Lies are something I cannot abide by.”
“I understand.”
“I can be a bit blunt and gruff. I can be overwhelming. You need to tell me if I’m too much because I don’t always see the line. Sometimes I blast right over it.”
“O-okay.”
“I enjoy bondage. You okay with being restrained?”
“Y-yes.”
“Spreader bars? Ropes?”
“I’ve never tried them. But I’m willing.”
“Good girl. That’s not something I’d do with your Little by the way. You ever gift me with her, and sh
e’ll be pampered and cherished. Adored. But she’ll also have her rules to follow. Daddy wants his Little safe, secure and under his watch. Always.”
Oh Lord. Maybe it should have sounded scary or smothering. But it didn’t. None of it did.
“If you were mine. Fully mine, sometimes I’d tie you up and play with you. I’d hold you on my lap with your legs spread and play with your clit, your nipples, bringing you to pleasure over and over. But when I’m Daddy, then I’d have my Little girl bundled up in my lap. In a onesie with a bottom flap or wrapped up tight in a blanket, swaddled if she needed more from me. You can be as needy as you want with me, Caley. I want it all. I crave it.
“Neither my sub nor my baby girl would be allowed to go anywhere without my knowledge. Not to control you but because of safety. If you were ill, I’d take complete charge. If you wake at night, then you need to wake me up. You’ll be required to get enough sleep and to eat well, to take care of yourself. Exercise is also part of that.”
She groaned. She hated exercise.
“My Daddy side is less strict, but I think you need strong boundaries, but also some gentleness.”
She thought so too. But she knew he’d meant it when he said she had to show him where the line was and pull him back when he stepped over it.
Otherwise he would consume her.
Archer would help with that. Archer had a good read on people. He’d see when she was pushed too far without her having to say a word. Archer would know when to push her out of her head.
But Archer isn’t a part of this.
“You’ve tensed up, let’s see what we can do about that.”
He slapped his hand down on her bottom.
Holy shit. That stung!
But then he rubbed the abused cheek and she let out a small whimper of pleasure.
“Okay, girl?” he asked in a gruff voice.
“Ahh, yeah,” she said on a sigh.
“Good. That means I get to do this.” He lay her on her back then leaned in to kiss her.
And it was stunningly, shockingly amazing. The kiss was no quick peck on her lips. This kiss ravaged her.
“I’m gonna go wash up. You’re gonna do the same. I’ll make you some breakfast then you can do some work before lunch.”