“You are a good girl.”
“Thank you.”
“You like being verbally affirmed,” he says.
It’s not a question.
I do.
We both know it.
“At the club, it’s always one of the best parts of play for me,” I tell him. “When the scene is over, and my partner thanks me. I love it.”
“Very interesting,” he says, and he pushes a little strand of hair back from my face. “I’ll have to make a mental note to remember this.”
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bsp; “Okay.”
“I think it’s time to dry you off.”
He reaches down into the tub and pulls out the plug holding the water in. Then he grabs me gently and lifts me up and out of the tub. Peter sets me down on the soft towel on the floor and starts to dry me off.
I close my eyes and hold perfectly still.
“Have you had a lot of littles?”
“No.”
“Any?”
“Some.”
“What makes you like being a Daddy Dom?” I ask.
“I like being able to make someone feel good,” he tells me. “BDSM is all about trust. It’s all about taking and giving. It’s all about an exchange of power. Sometimes that power involves giving or receiving pain. I like that, too, but my favorite thing about kink is being able to spoil someone and let them forget about all of their worries.”
“That’s why you like the Daddy/little girl dynamic.”
“Yes.”
“You like letting someone forget about their troubles.”
“Yes.”
“And you take care of everything for them.”
“Yes.”
Will you take care of me?
The question is on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t dare ask him. I’m not about to get so forward and I’m not about to ask him for something that’s not mine to take. Peter is a good man. A strong man. A kind man.
A fierce man.
And he’s not the kind of man who needs someone throwing themselves at him.
Not like this.