Page 6 of Hunter's Baby Girl

“Otherwise,” he continued, “I was thinking that maybe we could set aside a few nights a week to meet at one or the other of our places. I have an apartment in town, maybe a five-minute walk from here.”

“I have a house of my own. Actually, it was my parents’ house. It’s a ten-minute drive away.”

“You live alone?” I nodded. “Me, too.”

“So . . . You wanna play? The way we did last night?” I was happy to follow his lead, as long we didn’t take things too far.

“Yeah, I do,” he said. I saw a twinkle in his eye and a sexy smile slowly spread across his face. He was so handsome he made my chest hurt.

“How? You come home, and I’m watching MTV instead of doing my homework?” I suggested. He smiled wider.

“See, you’re catching on pretty fast. You don’t give yourself enough credit. Yeah, I can get behind that. Or you burned dinner because you were texting your friends. Or you broke curfew. That sort of thing.”

“And you . . . punish me?” I asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” he confirmed. “It’s my job to guide you and teach you, after all. I don’t want to have to do it, but . . . that’s what Daddies do.”

I grinned. “You know something?” I said, getting serious again. “This is way too weird for me. Talking about this in a coffee shop.” I looked around us at all the people just enjoying coffee and reading the paper. “I wonder what they would think if they knew what was going on over here.”

He laughed. “I don’t know. Maybe they’re saying that themselves. You don’t know what’s really going on with people,” he pointed out.

“I guess not. I mean, I look at you. And I would never guess that you would do the sort of things we did last night. Much less visiting the club! You look like just an average person.”

“I am just an average person. We all are. If anything, this should show you that there’s no such thing as ‘normal’. Like, do you consider yourself normal? Average?” I nodded. I had until the night before anyway. “And yet here you are,” he continued, “working out the specifics of an age-play scenario. So what is normal, anyway?”

He leaned closer. “Besides,” he added in a sexy whisper, “isn’t it sort of fun? Having a secret that nobody else knows about?”

I couldn’t deny he had a point. I nodded. It was fun. I was actually getting off on it a little bit. Sitting here, talking about this in front of everybody else. It was fun.

But then I remembered what Megan and I had discussed, and I had to bring it up. “Listen. There’s one more thing: a safe word. We need one.”

“Yes, yes, absolutely. Like I said last night, that was a huge mistake on my part. That’s one of the biggest no-nos of all, and I broke it. I’m sorry.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that. So, this word. I say whenever I feel like things are going too far, right?”

“Right. Everything stops then and there. It’s a trust thing. I trust you to use that word when you have to, and you trust me to honor that. I give you my word that I will.”

“Okay. So what should it be?”

“It’s up to you. Whatever you want.”

I looked around, trying to think of something. Then I looked down at the paper cup in front of me. “Latte?” I suggested.

“Latte it is,” he agreed with a smile. “I never want you to do anything you don’t want to do. Even if you don’t use the word, I want to discuss things with you every once in a while, too. I want you to be totally comfortable and to have things go the way you want. This isn’t just about me wanting to be Daddy. This is about your pleasure, your . . . fulfillment. So communication is a big deal. I promise to be open and maintain a dialogue with you.”

“Same here,” I promised. “I’ll make it a point to honor that as well.” Then I thought about something else. “So, does this mean we’ll be, like . . .” — I lowered my voice — “having sex a few times a week?”

“That’s a good question, and I hadn’t considered addressing it. No, of course not. There’s gonna be times one or the other or even both of us don’t feel like doing that. It happens. But that’s not what this is about – at least not entirely. Sometimes it’s just a matter of sitting together and watching TV, but in our roles. Daddy and Little. I’m sure we can figure it out as we go along. Again, communication will be key.” I nodded. This made sense. Of course, I was hoping we could have sex as much as possible. I wanted to know what else he had going on. I remembered those leather pants from the night before and how much I’d wanted to pull them off with my teeth.

“Great,” he said. “So, when do we start?”

“How about tomorrow? We can spend a little more time getting to know each other. My place at noon?”

He laughed. “Eager?”

I nodded. “I am . . . Daddy.” I whispered, of course. I could see him respond just in the way his expression changed. His jaw clenched a little; his nostrils flared. I was beginning to understand that even though he was supposed to be the one in control, there was power in my role, too.

“Patience isn’t my strongest suit,” I told him. “Maybe that’s something you can teach me.”

He nodded sagely. “I’m sure I can. And I’m a very patient teacher. No matter how many times the lesson has to be repeated.” He reached out and traced the back of my hand with his fingers. “I’m happy to do what needs to be done. For your own good.”

I tingled again at his touch and bit my lip when our eyes met. It looked like I’d have to be a very slow learner.