Page 25 of Daddy's Treat
Penny frowns, then climbs into my lap and gives me a peck on the cheek. “I’m not going anywhere, Kade. You can tell me anything.”
Here goes nothing.
“I’m a dominant,” I don’t give her a chance to respond because I don’t want her misunderstanding, so I pull a Penny and barrel on, “I’m not a sadist, but I’m definitely more than just your average slap and tickle kind of guy.”
Penny shifts on my lap, and I’m not sure if it’s because she’s uncomfortable with the turn this conversation has taken or if she’s getting turned on by the possibilities. “So, you’re talking about spankings? Bondage?”
“Not just those things. Being a dominant is about more than being in control in the bedroom for me. I need to make sure you’re taken care of in all ways. Like how I made the rule that you need to eat real food, not just candy corn.”
Penny rolls her eyes at that. She argued that point until she was practically blue in the face, trying to convince me that candy corn is its own food group. It was a good argument. I can see why she was president of the debate club.
I twist her hair around my finger, tugging it playfully. “There would be rules that I expect you to follow… and punishments if you disobey.”
I can see her heartbeat fluttering in her neck, and she keeps shifting on my lap. She’s slightly flushed, and her eyes are dilated. The thought of being punished turns her on.
“Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Penny nods. “I think so. You don’tjustwant a girlfriend; you want a submissive.”
I correct her immediately. “I don’t want just any submissive. I want you.”
The shocked look on her face is worth a thousand words as she considers what I just said. “But I’m not a submissive. I wouldn’t even know what to do.”
I smile at her, loving her a little more for not shutting down the conversation. She’s open to discussing the possibilities at the very least.
“I think you’re a natural submissive. And as far as what to do… as your dominant it’s my job to teach you. You don’t have to make any decisions right now. I want you to take however long you need to think about it. I just couldn’t in good conscious take our physical relationship to the next level until you fully understood what I want.”
12
Penny
Well,this night has certainly taken a turn. Things were looking like used toilet water after what happened with Candi and the football players, then the whole Louise hates my guts with the fire of a thousand suns thing. I thought for sure whatever Kade needed to talk about was going to be another bomb being dropped.
In a way, it was a bomb, but more like a bomb set to ‘explode fantasies’ because I’m not going to lie, once I found kinky books I didn’t turn back to my once preferred sweet romance. The thought of a big strong man taking control and the woman not having to worry about anything but following instructions is totally appealing to me.
With my parents both gone a lot, I spent a lot of time on my own. Making decisions that most parents would have made, fixing my own meals, keeping myself on track with schoolwork. Yes, I excel at just about anything academically. Everything else I just sort of flounder along. My grandma taught me how to cook and bake. I’m a good baker and only a so-so chef. I missed out on the whole rules and consequences part of childhood.
Probably why I think candy corn is its own food group. I think about how I felt when Kade got onto me about eating better. It was a warm squishy feeling because he cared enough to want me to eat healthier. Now that I’m thinking about it, he has done that with a lot of little things. Opening doors, carrying my bag, sending me goodnight text messages that I know are him reminding me it’s late, and it’s time to put the books away…
All of those things have made me feel special, not controlled. I live for all the ‘good girl’s he gives whenever I do something he’s asked. He’s been taking care of me, and I didn’t even realize it for what it is until now. Another woman might balk at the realization that Kade has been flexing his domly muscles without prior consent, but I have a feeling it comes just as naturally to him as my obeying comes to me.
He said I can take all the time I need to make my decision. Thirty seconds seems like plenty of time to me.
“I can try. As long as you remember, I’m a complete newbie to this whole thing. I don’t want you whipping me for things I couldn’t possibly know.”
Kade growls and flips me over onto my back on the couch. “Do you take me for a man who would do something like that?”
I love the way he so easily tosses me around whenever he wants. It’s one huge positive to being small with an ex-football player for a boyfriend. My ‘no’ comes out breathy and maybe a little needy.
“If you agree to be my submissive, you’re agreeing to my rules.”
“Okay. I can do that. Are you going to make love to me now?” This conversation has me so worked up I feel desperate. Just being in Kade’s proximity is enough to turn me on. This is a whole other level of turned on. I know without a doubt that some of my fantasies are about to come true. Maybe I should be nervous because it’ll be my first time, but I’m not. I know Kade won’t do anything that I won’t thoroughly enjoy.
Without a word, Kade stands, picking me up all in one smooth motion, then he throws me over his shoulder. I let out a little squeal and flail my legs. I know he’s not going to drop me, but for just a second, I have that concern.
Why do people who are perched over someone’s shoulder kick their legs and flail about? I guess it’s instinctual, but it’s gotta be the stupidest instinct ever to instinct. Why, you ask? Because when you move around, the chances of falling are significantly increased. Falling from six feet seems like a bad idea.
All of my movements stop when Kade’s hand smacks down on my bottom. “Stay still, shortcake.”