Page 18 of Daddy's Treat
I pinch the inside of one of her thighs, not hard, just enough to get her attention. “I asked you a question, shortcake.”
She looks up at me with shocked wide eyes that are still glazed over with desire. Penny nods her answer. Everything in her body language tells me her answer is a resounding ‘yes.’ But I need her words.
“You know better than that. Use your words.”
The glazed look recedes a bit while Penny considers my question seriously for a moment. This is why I didn’t take her nod as her response. Lost in lust, she could say yes to any number of things and then have regrets. I want everything we do together to be because she wants it.
I might want control, but that control has to be freely given. I won’t take it. Penny has to agree to hand it over to me. That’s the real power in a dominant and submissive relationship. The dominant only has the illusion of power. The submissive always has the power to stop things whenever they want. The dominant has to trust the submissive to use their safeword when needed, and the submissive has to trust the dominant to stop no matter what when the safeword is used. When done properly, the power exchange is a heady thing.
Penny gives me a sassy smile, and I know that whatever she’s about to say is going to be the last thing I would expect. She’s good at that. “We can play your game.” Her smile gets wider, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Do I need a safeword for your game?
I’m thrown off my game for a second because it’s like she’s read my mind. It takes me a moment to figure out how to respond. I know she’s just teasing, but that’s a pretty random thing for an innocent virgin to throw out there.
“What do you know about safewords, shortcake?”
Penny blushes and mumbles something about just reading about them. I can tell there is something more there, but I decide to follow her lead and keep things light-hearted.For now.
“Hmm… maybe you do need a safeword. How about candy corn?”
“But aren’t safewords supposed to be something you wouldn’t normally cry out during… fun time?”
She obviously knows more than she’s letting on because she’s absolutely right. I can’t help but laugh at her insinuation that she’d be yelling out ‘candy corn’ during sex.
“Do you often shout out ‘candy corn’ while having sex?” I don’t even try to keep a straight face while I ask. She pouts, but her eyes are alight with laughter.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Kade. I’m a virgin. However, candy corn can totally be an orgasmic experience for the taste buds. See where the confusion could occur?” Penny can’t even keep a straight face as she explains.
By the end of it, we are both laughing. When have I ever laughed while in bed with a woman? Hell, I’ve laughed more in the last twenty-four hours than in the last month. There’s something about this sweet, innocent girl that is changing me in all the best ways. I like how I feel when I’m with her. I want more.
“I can see the problem there. You should probably pick your safeword then. Just to be safe.”
She taps her finger against her lips as if she’s giving it serious thought. Her eyes light up a minute later, and she says, ‘clown.’ I give her an incredulous look.
“What? It’s supposed to be something I wouldn’t say during… fun time.” It’s adorable that she can’t bring herself to say the word sex, much like her creative cursing. “If I’m yelling ‘clown,’ it can only be for two reasons. One is that I want you to stop because I’m totally out of my comfort zone, and the other is because I’m being chased by a murderous clown. In case it ever comes up in the future, clowns are a hard limit for me, okay?”
“Jesus, what kind of books have you been reading?”
“You know, the usual. The Brontë sisters, Hemingway, Austen, Koontz, and some independent authors you wouldn’t have heard of.”
Penny says the last part so fast; I know there is a confession in there somewhere. I just have to figure out what it is.
“And what kind of books do these independent authors write?”
She looks slightly uncomfortable. Her voice is a higher pitch than normal as she answers. “Mostly just romance.”
Her obvious anxiety over answering me makes me all the more curious. Now I know for sure there’s something she’s trying to hide. “What kind of romance?”
I have a good feeling what her answer is going to be, but it’s much too entertaining getting her to tell me herself. It’s a good exercise for her in learning to own her sexuality. This is one small step to opening her mind to the possibilities.
Penny shifts uncomfortably. I give her a hard look, hiding my amusement at her shyness. She gives me a resigned look. She is a natural submissive. I’d bet money on it. Better yet, I’d bet my heart on it.
“The kind of romance you could never find at your local library.”
She’s still being vague. I raise my eyebrow, and she heaves a sigh. “Okay, okay! It’s naughty romance. I read books with lots and lots of…” She waves her hands between our bodies as if it should be obvious.
“Interesting.”
I fall forward, catching myself on my hands, so I’m caging her in. We’re nose to nose, our bodies barely an inch apart. Her breath catches, and her eyes dilate. “Do they do this?” I trail butterfly soft kisses up and down the side of her neck. She stutters her ‘yes.’ “And this?” I kiss her lips, just a quick tease. I pull away before she can try to deepen the kiss. She whimpers but murmurs ‘yes.’