9. Damian

Damian had been up half of the night thinking he’d made a mistake when he asked Carly if she wanted to experience being his Little. But when she came downstairs and began asking questions, he felt excited and hopeful. She was curious about it and wanted to know more. That was definitely a good sign.

“What kind of expectations do you have from a Little?” she asked.

He could tell she was nervous as she asked the questions. She was fidgeting with her hair, and when she started picking at her cuticles, he reached out and took her hand in his.

“I would expect her to communicate with me all the time. I would want to know when she is happy, sad, anxious, or mad. I would expect complete honesty, and I would give it in return. I would give her rules that are meant to keep her happy, healthy, and safe, and she would be expected to obey those rules. Otherwise, she would be disciplined. She would be expected to obey me and be respectful to me just as I would be to her. I would expect her to trust me to take care of her needs and trust that I have her best interests at heart.”

He saw the shiver run through her body, and he wondered if everything he’d said appealed to her.

“Can I ask a question?” he asked.

She nodded and looked over at him nervously. He gave her a reassuring smile and squeezed her hand.

“If you had a Daddy, what kind of expectations would you have of him?”

Carly lowered her gaze and seemed to think about it as she ran the index finger of her other hand over the rim of her coffee cup. She wasn’t usually shy, but when they talked about the lifestyle, she became shy and a bit more reserved.

“I think… when I think about a Daddy, I think of someone who has my back unconditionally. He might be stern but not so stern that I’m afraid to mess up. He would encourage me to play and show me that it’s okay to be Little. He would take on the adult responsibilities on the things that we agree upon but would still treat me as an equal in the relationship and would let me give my input when it came to real issues. He wouldn’t judge me or make me feel bad for my needs, and he would protect me.

“Most importantly, he would still allow me some independence. I felt trapped when I was married. I had no say in things, my job was treated like a joke, and I wasn’t allowed to have friends or be able to go and do things that I wanted to do for myself. I need that. I still need to be Carly. I don’t want to be so locked down that I can’t enjoy it.

“I’m kind of rambling. I’m sorry. I guess I’m not exactly sure what I should expect from a Daddy. I guess I would just want someone who treated me well and took the lead in our relationship, and could handle my playful bratty side without being mean, and would respect my need for some independence.”

He listened intently, soaking in every word she said. She was nervous and unsure of what to expect out of the type of relationship he was offering. Her ex-husband had done a number on her and tried to pass himself off as being a Dom. Damian wanted to beat the guy into a pulp.

Hearing her talk about her need for independence was something that tugged at him. He could be considered controlling at times, though his need for control was never a way to mistreat or abuse a Little. But would she feel like he was too controlling for her needs? Could he let go of the reins a bit if she needed him to?

“I understand what you’re saying, baby doll.”

She smiled up at him, “I like that nickname.”

“Baby doll? You know why I call you that?”

“Why?”

He smiled and kissed the back of her hand that he still had hold of.

“I call you that because you are beautiful, like an angelic doll with big round, gorgeous eyes. A beautiful baby doll.”

A blush spread across her cheeks, and he wanted to press his lips against each cheek to feel the warmth.

“I think I’d like to try it. I mean, if you’d still like to? I’m scared, but I’m also curious. Lainey loves being a Little and Maddie seemed so happy and free when I met with her for her makeup trials for the wedding. It seems like all the Littles I’ve ever met who have good Daddies have been so incredibly happy that it makes me wonder if it would make me as happy and relaxed.”

Damian could barely believe his ears when the words came out of her mouth, and as soon as they did, he plucked her out of her chair, causing her to squeal in surprise as he pulled her into his lap to hug her.

“Yes, I still want to. Very much. I would love to be the one who makes you feel happy, relaxed, and safe. I just need you to trust me.”

She sat rigid in his lap for a moment before she relaxed and leaned into him, filling the air around him with her scent. She smelled of coconut and vanilla, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she tasted that way as well.

“Choose a safeword, Carly.”

She looked at him with alarm, “I thought we weren’t going to have sex?”

He chuckled, “We aren’t, baby doll, but you need a safeword anyway. That way if you’re ever feeling overwhelmed or scared and need our dynamic to stop immediately, you have a way for that to happen. Are you familiar with the traffic light system?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Okay, well, it’s easy to remember. Green is go, yellow is slow, and red stops everything. It’s used in the BDSM community quite a bit. If you were to say red, everything would stop. If you were to say yellow, I would check in with you to see what’s wrong or what we need to adjust. There might be times that I ask you how you’re feeling, so I know if I’m pushing you too much. Do you want to try red for your safeword, or would you like to choose your own word?”

She shook her head, “I like the traffic light system. That seems easy to remember.”

Running his hand along the edge of her face, Damian tangled his fingers into her mass of curls and tilted his head closer to her. He needed to taste her. Hell, he needed to claim her, even if it was just her mouth.

Her breathing was shallow as he closed the space between their lips and brushed his mouth against hers. Her plump lips were as soft as he had imagined so many times and he couldn’t resist nipping at her bottom lip lightly before capturing her mouth completely with his. Carly wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself into his chest.

Using his tongue, he urged her lips to open for him, and when she complied, he explored her mouth while she did the same with him. His fist tightened in her hair, holding her tightly in place while he kissed her deeply and thoroughly before finally pulling back, leaving both of them panting for air.

Carly leaned forward and rested her forehead on his chin while they caught their breath.

“Holy shit, I had no idea a kiss could be so hot.”

Damian chuckled. She had no idea how hot a lot of things with him would be.

“First rule, no cursing. It’s naughty, and you are too beautiful for those yucky words to come out of your mouth.”

She pulled back and looked up at him as though she wasn’t sure if he was being serious, and he made sure to show her with his expression that he was very serious. Her shoulders sagged.

“I curse a lot. That’s like setting me up to fail.”

“Baby doll, I would never set you up to fail. I understand it’s something that you have been doing for a long time, and it will take some time to break that habit. If you curse, I’m not just going to throw you over my knee and spank you or put soap in your mouth. I might lightly discipline you if you slip up, but you will get in bigger trouble if you aren’t even trying. Understood?”

She nodded and tightened her arms around his neck.

“Although, I’m pretty sure your brother has warned you plenty of times about that naughty mouth, hmmm?”

Carly rolled her eyes dramatically.

“You two seriously need to stop ganging up on me.”

Damian chuckled and playfully tickled her side. Carly squirmed away from his fingers and giggled. That laugh was the best sound that Damian could ever remember hearing. It was music to his ears. Especially since he was the one causing it.

“We probably need to get moving. You have clients today, and between your appointments, I want to take you shopping.”

“Shopping?” She asked with a confused look. “For what?”

“For toys and some other supplies.” He tapped her nose with his finger. “Now, go get ready. Make sure you brush your teeth.”

She looked at him as though he was saying the obvious, but she didn’t say anything as she got up from his lap and headed upstairs with him trailing her.

Damian couldn’t believe she had agreed to be his little girl. Even if it was just temporary, he was going to show her what it would be like to have a Daddy, and if he was lucky, the only Daddy she would ever want for the rest of her life would be him.

Whoa. Fast much?

Yeah, it seemed quick to be having such possessive thoughts about wanting her long-term, but she did something to him that no other Little ever had. He couldn’t explain what it was exactly, but he did know that his Daddy side came right to the surface around her and he loved that feeling. Sex hadn’t been something that she had put a hard limit on, but it wasn’t on the table yet and he could respect that. Even if it was painful for his cock.

His eyes were glued to her all day as he watched her work. He loved that she was passionate about her job and how much her clients adored her. Her laugh was infectious, and he often found himself smiling in the background as she interacted with the people around her. In every room they were in, his eyes instantly went to Carly.

His phone rang, showing that Ian was calling.

“Yeah?” he answered.

“Yeah? That’s the greeting I get? Yeah? Wow, some friend you are.”

Damian grinned and shook his head.

“Sorry. Hello, sweetheart, how’s your day?” Damian said.

Ian chuckled, “That’s better.”

“What do you have for me?”

“Well, not much, unfortunately. I got into his computer and didn’t find any information related to anything that might lead to what happened. I found some emails between him and a woman named Sandra Fisher. Does that name sound familiar?”

The name sounded familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on where he’d heard it.

“I don’t think I know anyone by that name. Why?”

Ian sighed, “She is… or was a big-time supermodel. It’s pretty clear that she and James had an affair, and there were several emails of them trashing Carly. It seems that Sandra Fisher really hates Carly for some reason.”

Damian frowned, furrowing his eyebrow. Carly hadn’t mentioned anything about a Sandra Fisher. Carly was known amongst celebrities, but he would be surprised if she had any enemies besides James. She was too sweet and genuine for people to hate her. Even when she was being a brat.

“I’ll ask Carly about her. Will you keep monitoring him?”

“Of course. Are things going okay between you two?”

He looked over to where Carly was standing, and at the same time, she looked over at him and smiled. He would never understand how a simple look from her could make his cock jump to life.

“Things are good. We are feeling things out.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Ian cleared his throat.

“Feeling things out? Like as in you being her Daddy?”

Pride surged through him at that question. Yeah. He was going to be Carly’s Daddy.

“We are going to try it out. She’s new to it and a bit unsure.”

He could hear the smile in Ian’s voice when he spoke.

“Maddie was pretty sure she was a Little. Why don’t I bring Maddie over for dinner this weekend so the girls can have a playdate?”

Damian agreed and told Ian he would text him the time once he figured it out. They ended the call, and he turned his attention back to Carly, who was walking toward him.

“Ready to go? I’m done.”

“Perfect, let’s go shopping. My little girl needs some toys.”

He said the last part quietly so only she could hear, but she still looked around to make sure they were alone. The grin that spread across her lips told him she was excited to go shopping.