Page 52 of Cage
“Because that’s… It’s…”
“It’s what, baby? It’s embarrassing?”
“Yes!”
He chuckles and continues to run his thumb over my cheek. “You do know that a lot of Daddies take care of their Little girls in the most intimate ways, don’t you? Some Littles wear diapers or pull-ups. Some even use them.”
If I could burst into a ball of flames right now, I would. Does he expect me to do that? Cage likes to be in control, but does that include having a say on using the toilet?
“Look at me, firefly.”
I do, my bottom lip lodged between my teeth. If I bite down any harder, I’m going to make myself to bleed. As if he knows it, he tugs it free and gently rubs the tip of his finger over it.
“I want you to answer something, and I want the truth.”
Shoot. I’m not sure if I like where this is going. “Okay.”
He nods. “When I walked in on you at the rest stop, you were embarrassed?”
“Yes,” I answer quietly.
“Were you also turned on because I was there while you were doing one of the most intimate things possible? Have you gotten turned on whenever I’ve talked about helping you in the bathroom?”
Crap.
I should lie. Deny it. But he’ll know. Cage seems to understand me more than I’d like to admit. If I tell him the truth, though, what does that say about me? Why are my wants and needs so unusual?
“The truth, baby girl.”
“Yes. Okay, yes.” I bring my hands to my face, covering it so I don’t have to look at him. “I got turned on.”
A few seconds pass before he wraps his large hands around my wrists and lowers them.
“So why are you so against me doing it?”
I narrow my eyes. “You know why. It’s embarrassing, and… what if I toot? Or have to do the other thing?”
The corners of his lips twitch like he’s trying to keep from smiling. “Do you think I’m going to change my mind about you being the cutest Little girl ever if you pass gas? Going potty is a normal human function. It’s a Daddy’s job to make sure his girl is cleaned up properly. After doing either.”
My eyes widen, and I might die of humiliation. Cause of death, mortification.
“I would never do anything if you decided it’s a hard limit, but I’d like you to at least try it before you shut the idea down. I’m a hands-on Daddy. I’m also the type to smother you with my attention. You’ll probably hate me for it at some point, but you’ll get over it because of how much you love it, too. I’ll want to be involved in everything to do with you. I’ll even want to help you during your period. Part of it is because taking care of you makes me happy, and part of it is because the embarrassment and arousal are part of this dynamic and what makes it so special.”
I’m touched that he wants to be so involved. But the bathroom? My period? Is it a hard limit for me? My mind screams yes, but the flutter of butterflies in my tummy and the dampness of my panties say something different.
“Think of it this way,” he says, his voice tight like it’s hard for him to speak. “I’m only your temporary Daddy, so even if it is embarrassing, once you leave, you’ll never have to face me again. I’d be willing to bet, though, that you find that level of submission to be addicting.”
Why does my chest ache from his words? I’m the one who asked for this. I pretty much begged him to be my Daddy for the short time that I’m here. So, why does it make me want to throw up when I think about having to leave him?
“Okay. But I can decide it’s a hard limit at any time?”
He nods. “Yeah, firefly. Ultimately, you call the shots in this dynamic. You draw the lines, and I stay within them. That doesn’t mean I won’t push you, though. I’m going to test every single one of your boundaries, but all you have to do is say red and everything stops.”
Huh. I never thought of it like that.
“The last few rules are basic things, like telling me if something is wrong, coming to me with any problem you have, making sure you ask questions if you have them. We’ll add more as we go. I’m sure I’ll think of plenty more.”
I giggle because, of course, he will. Cage loves rules and structure. It’s how he functions.