“Hello, beautiful,” I say, turning around to smile at her. She looks sated and happy. Her hair is a little messy, and her dress is wrinkled now, but she looks content. Instantly, I wonder what she’d look like after a good spanking or a good fucking.
Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to find out.
“Sorry I fell asleep,” she says. I stand up and move to her. Then I reach for her and pull her into my arms.
“Never be sorry for taking care of yourself,” I tell her. “Self-care is important.”
“Even if it’s in the middle of a date?” She asks, smiling up at me.
“Is that what this is?” I ask.
“A date? I think it’s safe to say it’s a date,” she says. “Do you think it’s a date?”
“Absolutely,” I agree. “But I didn’t want to frighten you with labels.”
“I’m not scared of labels.”
“Is that so?”
“That’s so.”
“Then tell me,” I say. “Why haven’t you had a serious boyfriend or girlfriend?” Perhaps it’s not the right time to push her. Maybe I shouldn’t be asking these personal questions, but that’s who I am. I’m the kind of guy who likes to push and I’m hoping that Mallory is the kind of woman who is going to be ready and happy to share with me.
She looks at me for a moment and then grins, shaking her head.
“Wow, you didn’t wait long at all.”
“For what?”
“To start Domming me,” she chuckles.
“Is that what I’m doing?”
“Feels like it,” she says. “So I’ll answer your question with a question: if we get together, am I going to have to call you Daddy?”
“That depends on you,” I tell her.
“What about me?”
“Do you want to call me Daddy, princess?”
I look down at her and cup her cheek, stroking it softly with my hand. She quivers almost instantly, and I’d bet anything that her panties are totally soaked. Good. That’s how I want her: wet and horny and needy. I’ve been waiting years for little Mallory. I want her now. I want all of her.
She licks her lips and opens her mouth. She wants to say yes. I can tell. She’s scared though. Something is holding her back, and I’m not quite sure what it is. Is it because of our past? Is it because of a relationship she’s had?
Or is there another reason she isn’t quite ready to offer her submission and her adoration?
“Yes,” she whispers. “I want to call you Daddy.”
Shit.
I’m hard.
I didn’t mean to be, but I am. Hearing those words on her lips just make me feel so excited and so fucking turned on.
“Are you a hardcore Daddy Dom?” She asks, whispering.
“What do you mean?”