After our steamy episode in his car, Daddy leads me inside his house. It's beautiful, spacious and minimalist, the complete opposite of mine. I feel a little intimidated when I walk through his living room. He must have noticed the tension, because he starts to caress my back tenderly.
"You have nothing to worry about. Especially with me."
"Ok!" I respond. What the hell is wrong with me? For all I know, he might want to kill and eat me right now.
"What is running through that cute little head of yours?" he asks like he could guess.
"Are you a killer?" I blurt out before I could stop myself.
He laughs heartily in such a way that I feel very stupid. I want to be buried here and now...
He brings his knuckles down my left cheek and looks at me deep in the eyes. "I actually am! But I don't kill sweet little things like you!"
I pinch my nose in embarrassment. He is playing with me, and he is clearly enjoying it.
"I won't do anything you will not agree with, Schatzi!"
"So... if I ask to go home now, you will drive me back?"
"Of course!" He immediately answers. I look into his golden eyes, trying to decipher any lie or mockery... "Do you want to leave?" he questions.
I pause for a moment...
"No... No, I want to stay. I want to be with you, Daddy!"
"Good girl, Schatzi!"
"On one condition."
He raises an eyebrow, waiting.
"I want to know what that word means?" I demand in a falsely serious tone.
He laughs again. "Honey... it means honey."
*
Coming back from what I can only assume is the bathrooms, Daddy passes a fresh pristine white towel to me.
"I will give you some privacy for a nice shower. After a long shift, I'm sure you would like that."
I nod in gratitude, he is not wrong, I would kill for a hot and quiet shower.
"When you are done! I want us to have a talk."
"Ok, Daddy!"
I walk past him and go towards the room he came out of. It was an all-black gorgeous shower room, with white vanities. It smells like a wonderful musk and the steam was wonderfully comforting. This is only the second time I have met him, but if I was asked how his bathrooms would look like, this is exactly how I would have pictured it. Stepping in the full tub he so nicely prepared for me, I moan in pure contentment. I lean my head back and try to gather my thoughts.
- Ok, I just had a mind-blowing car sex with a man I decided to follow after only meeting him once before,
- He is definitely on the dominant side from the way he has behaved so far, but I seem to be ok with it,
- I, for sure, want to explore more of it... But what about Noah? Why can't I feel any guilt?
A good half hour later, I finally walk back to the living room, wearing a bathrobe he thoughtfully left for me.
"Feeling better?"
"Yes, thank you so much. Your home is so nice."
"Well thanks! I can't wait to see yours some day!"
I pinch my nose again. "I doubt you would. It's an old, crummy apartment."
"So?"
"So, I doubt you want to see that."
"You'd be surprised." He tells me, his tone sounding final. "Now, sit here." He orders me, pointing at his lap. Once seated, he resumes: "Have you ever had a Daddy, Baby Girl?"
"Uh no... never" I say shyly.
"Good! I want to be yours from now on. Would you like that?"
I simply nod.
"But first, we must make sure we both understand what it means. You understand?"
"Yes."
"Let's start with your daily life. You are allowed to keep your job. You are allowed to come and go as you please. Daddy will give you the key to his house, but it's up to you if you want to give me yours. Daddy will take care of your wardrobe, jewelries, and any other necessities. Daddy wants you to keep your social life, spend time with your friends, as long as he knows where you are at any time of the day, and night."
"Like sharing my location with you, you mean?"
