Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

“I thinkit would be a good idea for us to establish a list of tasks, rewards, and punishments,” Daddy said as we drove through the brightly lit downtown streets.

“Oh?”

“Yes. One of the things I love most about being a Daddy is helping my little to accomplish her goals. So, let’s find some areas you’d like to work on, and let’s set up a routine between the two of us. Nothing too big to start, but some specific things to get the ball rolling. How does that sound?” he asked as he parked his car in the parking garage behind Club Obsidian. This would be our first outing in dynamic together since our ice cream date.

“I like that idea very much,” I answered honestly.

“Is that something you had in your previous dynamics?” He asked, turning towards me.

“Not really, but it is something I have wanted. It just never lined up with the desires of my last two Daddies.”

He growled low, the sound resonating within the car.

“Did I say something wrong?” I asked timidly.

“Not at all,” he said, softening his tone as he squeezed my hand. “It bothers me that there are people out there calling themselves Daddies, who don’t want to help their littles achieve their goals. Setting routines, rules, guidelines, and rewards and punishments, is integral to the dynamic for me.”

“I would like that very much, if we could do all of that,” I said with a blush.

“Let’s start small. I was thinking about setting a bedtime for you.. But what are some areas you’d like help in? Maybe some things you struggle with?”

“The biggest struggles I have are my anxiety when life gets busy, and my insecurity,” I admitted without hesitation. I knew absolute honesty was important in kink.. I just wasn’t always very good at it. But perhaps Daddy could help with that.

“What are you insecure about, princess?” he asked, squeezing my hand lightly again.

“Oh, the normal stuff. Nothing crazy. My body, the way I look, my size, my submission, my—”

“Hold up. While I disagree with it, I understand your insecurities surrounding your looks. With all the impossible standards in the media, it’s rare to find a woman who doesn’t have insecurities there. Hell, men have them just as much. We just aren’t as vocal about them. But your submission? Why the hell are you insecure about that, of all things?” He sounded genuinely surprised.

“I worry that I’m not good enough,” I admitted, looking down at the way his much larger hand dwarfed my own.

“Well, hear me, and know I speak the truth. Your submission is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.” Butterflies fluttered in my tummy as he lifted my hand and kissed my inner wrist. “And if anyone ever, ever, tells you anything different, I will deal with them myself. And it won’t be pretty.”

The way his voice lowered when he got all Big-Bad-Daddy-Dom had those butterflies settling behind my clit, driving me mad with arousal.

“I would like to add to your routine that you will start a journal. Every morning, I want you to write down some things that you love about yourself. Three things that you love about your body, and three things you like about yourself that have nothing to do with your body or looks,” he explained, his lips still moving over that sensitive spot.

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered with a giggle, though I was worried about coming up with that many things. It was a big rule, and I would take it seriously. I would make Daddy proud.

“Good girl. Now, let’s head inside and enjoy the playroom, shall we? Maybe even make a few new friends?” Waggling his eyebrows until I giggled, he finally slipped out of the car, jogging around the front to open my door as well.

Ever the gentleman, my Daddy.

Beingat the playroom was totally different tonight. Instead of feeling anxious and nervous, I waltzed into that playroom with all the bravado a good little girl should have. Being on the arm of Daddy did wonders for my confidence. I finally felt secure enough to allow my little side out in full force instead of suppressing it. It felt amazing as I sank into headspace.

Daddy encouraged me to play with blocks for a while with another little girl named Lily, and then I played dolls with another little girl named Bitsy. After a while, Daddy was done vying for my attention, and led me to a couch. Gathering paper and crayons, he spread them all out on the floor.

“Why don’t you lay right here and draw me a picture, princess? Daddy would love that so much,” he suggested. Eagerly, I sat on the floor, then flipped onto my tummy, my feet kicking back and forth in the air as I decided what exactly I should color for him.

“I don’t know what to draw, Daddy,” I whined in frustration.

“Oh, I’m sure you can think of something. Close your eyes and imagine something fun that makes you happy. Then draw that.”

“But what if you don’t like it?” I pouted, but he just chuckled.

“If it makes you happy, then it makes me happy, princess. Have no fear.” Gently, he patted my head. I closed my eyes, doing exactly as he had commanded. Pretty scenery filled my mind. One full of fanciful things: castles, dragons, and pretty little princesses. The knight in shining armor would be Daddy himself. That’s exactly what he was to me, after all.

With the perfect colors picked out, I set to work on my masterpiece, completely tuning everything else out. Other than Daddy, of course.

“I am so sorry to interrupt what looks to be a very fun coloring activity between the two of you, but I could use your help with a situation, Adam.” A stranger’s voice said from somewhere above me.

“Do you think you’ll be okay on your own here for a bit, princess? I shouldn’t be very long.”

“Mmhmm,” I murmured, not even lifting my eyes from my coloring. I was drawing a really pretty picture of a castle with a dragon.

“Alright, Daddy will be right back.” He kissed the top of my head before following the other person, and I instantly felt the loss of his presence. Instead of pouting, I lost myself in my coloring. Daddy would be back soon, anyway, and I knew he would love the picture I was coloring for him.

“Well, isn’t that a pretty picture?” An unfamiliar man sat on the couch, looking down at my artwork with a smile on his face.

“Oh, um, thank you.” I paid him little attention, focusing on my artwork. I secretly hoped Daddy would put it up in his office or on his refrigerator, although I knew that wasn’t likely to happen. Maybe if I asked really nicely, he would hang it in his playroom. That would be perfect! Excitedly, I kicked my feet to and fro as I lay on my stomach, searching for the perfect color for the dragon’s fiery breath.

“You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” The man’s praise fell on deaf ears. I only had thoughts for Daddy, and finishing this picture by the time he returned. Finding a glittery gold crayon, I colored in pretty bits on the castle walls, and added shimmer to the dragon’s eyes and wings. Yes, that was perfect.

“Is that a castle?” the man asked, leaning down closer to see my picture more clearly.

“It is,” I answered, resisting the urge to cover my paper with my arm. This was for Daddy. It felt wrong for this stranger to be looking at it, let alone commenting on it. But surely he only meant well. I glanced up at him shyly.

“I’m Nathan, by the way. What’s your name, pretty girl?” The bright smile on his face did little to persuade me to talk to him. I didn’t want to talk to him. I wanted to talk to Daddy.

“Um… Bunny,” I answered. The name felt foreign on my lips now. I much preferred when Daddy called me princess. That felt right. That was my name. But here, in the club, I was still Bunny for now.

I should talk to Daddy about that.

“Bunny. What an adorable name for an adorable girl.”

I put my head back down, focusing on my drawing and hoping he would leave me alone. He wasn’t bothering me, exactly, but he wasn’t Daddy.

“What else do you like to do, Bunny?” the man asked me nicely.

“Can I help you with something?” Daddy’s voice sounded deep, dark, and very unhappy from behind the sofa. I looked up, seeing Daddy’s face, eyes narrowed at the man called Nathan.

“No, we’re good here, thanks.” Nathan brushed Daddy’s words off with a wave of his hand. Instantly, the flip switched on Daddy’s face.

Uh, oh! Bad idea, buddy.

Daddy cleared his throat, his hand landing on the man’s shoulder.

“Let me make myself abundantly clear,” he re-stated through clenched teeth. “Is there something you need with my submissive?”

The smile on Nathan’s face instantly fell, his back straightening as he turned to look at Daddy.

“I’m sorry, man, I had no idea.”

“Well, you do now. Kindly remove yourself from my submissive’s presence.”

“I was just being polite,” the man tried again, both hands held up disarmingly.

“Cool, how about you go be polite somewhere else, and leave my little the fuck alone?” Daddy’s thinly veiled aggression was not lost on me, but I was too happy in my little space to pay much attention. All I did know was that protective Daddy was definitely the sexiest way for Daddy to be.

Nathan scurried out of the room, and Daddy re-took his place on the couch.

“Coming in here and bothering my little,” he muttered angrily under his breath, cracking his knuckles loudly one right after the other.

“He wasn’t bothering me, Daddy,” I shrugged, looking back down at my now completed picture. I was quite proud of it!

“I’m glad to hear it, princess, but you are mine,” he stated firmly, his finger lifting my face by the chin to look at him. “Perhaps we should do something about letting others know.” With a soft touch to the hollow of my throat, he indicated exactly what he was referring to.

A collar? From Daddy? For me? The desire to let my wiggles go and full-on happy dance at the very thought was nearly impossible to ignore. My own fingers moved to my throat, playing with the tender hollow that hopefully would soon be adorned with a token of my Daddy’s dominance.

A quick look up at Daddy told me he was still upset about that man talking to me. Worry came over me as I wondered if I had done something wrong.

“I didn’t mean to upset you, Daddy. By talking to that man, I mean.”

“You didn’t upset me, princess. I just don’t like the idea of anyone else touching you. You’re mine.” His fingers wrapped around my throat, tugging me closer to him. “You’re mine. From the moment you said yes, I became Daddy, and you became Princess.”

“Well, technically I became Bunny. Princess is a newer pet name,” I teased, enjoying the way his fingers flexed around my throat.

“Let’s call a spade a spade, shall we?” he whispered against my lips.

“When did spades get involved in this discussion?” I smirked as my bratty side came out.

“Bunny…”

“Hey, I’m not trying to kink shame. If spades make you all hot and bothered, then who am I to —” But I wasn’t able to get another word out as he pushed me against the wall — hard. I groaned as his lips claimed mine. Biting, tasting, exploring, our kiss grew heated and passionate quickly.

“Princess is your honorific, and you know it,” he whispered against my lips, both of us panting.

“Hell yes, I do, Daddy.”

And with that, he stole my breath again.