“Is that what you want?” He asks.
Yes.
Totally.
Absolutely.
Somehow, the idea of playing his little and just getting to obey him and follow his rules and do exactly what he wants just makes me feel...
Well, it makes me feel wonderful, and I really love that idea.
But admitting this is going to, once again, take guts.
“Yes,” I say. “I’d like to try that.”
“Do you have any plans this weekend?” He smiles.
“Just the club.”
“Would you like to come here before you head over?” He asks.
“Why?”
“I could dress you up and tease you before I take you to the club on Saturday.”
“As your date?”
“Yes.”
He waits patiently, and I consider the offer. I’ve never so much as taken a guy from the club home – much less brought one there as a date.
But Aaron is a good person, and he’s a full-fledged member now, and he’s pretty wonderful and fantastic in every other way.
Taking him would be making quite a statement in this world. It would be telling everyone that not only am I playing with him and him alone that night, but that I’m off the market for awhile. My friends will have questions for him and they’ll want to know why I didn’t tell them about him ahead of time, but those are things I can deal with.
So, is that what I want?
Do I want to be Aaron’s little doll?
Do I want to let him dress me up and take me to the club?
Kind of.
Totally.
Absolutely.
I nod, and I manage to answer him.
“Yes, Daddy. I’d like that very much.”
Chapter Twelve
Aaron
Mallory leaves and I collapse on the couch, spent.
Worn out.