“Give me an example of something.”
“For example, if I say strip, lie on the bed, and spread your legs, I’ll expect you to hustle and do it.”
Her mouth dropped open, and she could feel a fiery blush cover her face. She was startled when the waiter set the glasses and a basket of bread down.
“Your meals will be right out.”
“Thank you,” Cesar said without taking his eyes off of her.
She waited until the man walked away. “You did not just say that, did you?” she whispered.
He smirked. “You heard me right. And when you’re ready, I’d like to be called daddy.”
Her stomach twisted with anxiety. She’d never heard of this before. “Wait … what?”
“I’m not talking about being a father to the woman. The type of relationship I’d want is unusual, and it’s called a DD/lg. Which means the man is the dominant and the one in control. The woman is submissive and needs to have someone control their lives to feel fulfilled. The woman calling me daddy is just a term of endearment. Nothing more.”