Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Mr. Stone— Or should I call him Adam? I had no idea — led me to his office, a room I had been in a fair few times during my childhood. It had always seemed so professional, so adult, but entering the room as an adult myself, this room felt far more intimate than ever before. The elegant space was lit by two covered lamps, bathing the room in a soft glow that somehow made it feel even more sensual.

I tried to throw those thoughts from my mind, knowing full well that this talk was not going to end in me calling him Daddy, but would more likely be a simple conversation about me keeping his secret.

“I’m not really sure where to begin,” I mumbled, taking a seat in a very comfortable chair opposite his desk. Perching on the edge of the desk, his brows furrowed as he seemed to wrestle with the same issue. Trying desperately to stave off the teacher-student fantasy that immediately popped into my head at our current positions, I waited for him to speak.

“Willow Ashford…” he sighed.

“Yep,” I replied with a pop on the p.

“I honestly don’t know how I didn’t see it,” he muttered, running a hand through his thick, wavy hair. It had gone silver just at the temples, with a few pieces at the front. It was the kind of hair male celebrities probably paid hundreds to recreate, but on Adam it was one hundred percent natural.

“I mean, I did change my hair. And I’ve gained some weight, obviously,” I said with a roll of my eyes, unable to hide my self-deprecating talk.

“Are you talking bad about yourself, Bunny?” he said with a raise of his eyebrow and the slightest tick of a smirk at the corner of his lips. My eyes lingered for a moment too long on those very lips, his answering grin telling me he was completely aware. Jeepers, he was probably aware of my thoughts, too. A blush crept over my cheeks as I lowered my eyes.

“Sorry,” I muttered through my embarrassment.

“You’re right. You have changed since I saw you last. However, it’s all for the better.” My eyes popped up to his face just in time to see the quick wink he shot at me.

Was he flirting with me? After he knew the truth of who I was?

“I didn’t mean to ignore your opinions on this, Mr. Stone—”

“Adam,” he corrected again.

“Adam, right. Sorry, this has just all been so strange.”

“Is it though?”

“Isn’t it? You’re Alyssa’s father. I’ve known you since I was thirteen.”

“You’re not thirteen anymore.” The implication in his words was almost too much to handle.

“No, I am not. But does that really change anything?”

“I think the correct question is, how does it not change everything? You are an adult, in your late twenties—”

“And you are a man in your fifties.”

“And tell me that doesn’t turn you on, Bunny.” His use of my play name had my thighs clenching.

“You can call me Willow, Adam. You know the truth now.”

“And what if I want to keep calling you Bunny?”

“Why?”

“I think you know why.”

“No, I don’t.” I don’t know what made me continue putting up the fight, but it felt like we were falling into a dance that we both knew by heart, even though we’d never danced together before.

“Come on now, try real hard for me.”

“I don’t—”

“Try for Daddy?” My eyes shot to his, my jaw hung open slack. Certainly he didn’t just.

“Please, Bunny?” His voice changed, the dark timbre turning teasing, almost playful, leaving me a befuddled mess. A befuddled mess with wet panties.

“I’m sorry, but —” I stopped short, standing up, pacing the room back and forth as I struggled to truly comprehend what was happening.

“But what, Bunny?”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t think when you do!”

“What if I want that?”

“What?”

“What if I want you to stop thinking? To let go? Perhaps to even feel… little?” He suggested. My pacing stopped. My eyes stayed glued to the floor, unable to look up at him for fear that I was reading this situation all wrong.

“Adam,” I whispered. It almost hurt to breathe. I wanted to be right so badly.

“Bunny,” he responded, with far too much charisma. It was intoxicating, this pull he had over me.

“Adam,” I started again, taking a deep breath and turning to him. With shoulders squared and eyes narrowed, I gathered up all my courage. “Adam, for the rest of this discussion, please call me Willow. I can’t think when you call me Bunny, and I have to make sure I understand what you’re saying.”

“What is it you think I’m saying, Willow?” His acknowledgment of my request had me feeling a touch more at ease and in control.

“I think…” I trailed off, my heart thundering in my chest. “I think you’re saying that it doesn’t bother you.”

“That what doesn’t bother me?” He asked, nudging me closer to admitting the truth we both knew, but I was still uneasy about trusting. Standing from his perch on the desk, he came around to face me. He stood so close to me, each breath I took had my nipples just barely grazing his stomach. He really was so tall compared to me.

“That my being little doesn’t bother you,” I whispered, my voice catching in my throat as his fingers trailed over my cheek, following the line of my jaw until he pressed lightly against my chin, lifting my eyes to his.

“What else?” There was no room for misunderstanding in his voice. It was a command, even if a subtle one.

“It doesn’t bother you that—” My voice broke on a whimper as his thumb brushed softly over my lower lip. Barely able to resist the urge to let my eyelids fall closed and tip my head back in utter acceptance, I held his gaze.

“Finish your sentence, Willow,” he commanded softly, that thumb of his still toying with my lower lip. Jeepers, I wanted so badly to just suck that thumb into my mouth.

“Th…that it doesn’t bother you that I’m a little,” I barely finished. His other hand moved over my hip, wrapping around to the small of my back, his fingers toying lightly along my lower spine.

“Try again,” he tsked lightly. I could hear the smirk in his voice, even as my vision grew hazy with the desire that was taking hold of me.

“Huh?” I could barely understand what was happening outside of his face lowering, the scruff of his salt and pepper beard rubbing against my cheek as his mouth neared my ear.

“Try. Again. That it doesn’t bother me…” he prompted, his voice soft and deep against the shell of my ear, making me shiver.

I let out the softest gasp, shivers of desire running up and down my spine, from the sound of his voice against my ear to his fingers playing at the base of my spine and back up again.

“That it doesn’t bother you that I’m… me.”

“Keep going,” he whispered. The feel of his lips against my neck was bliss. My head fell back, my body arching into him as he pressed against my lower back lightly, pulling me closer.

“That you don’t care that I’m Willow.”

“Don’t stop.”

“That you want me, anyway.”

“Fuck yes, I do.”

There was no way to respond as his lips found mine, brushing, teasing, nearly torturing me with his inexorable patience.

“Kiss me,” I whined, his kisses moving over my cheek and down towards my jaw.

“Try again,” he tsked, the vibrations running over my skin as his lips moved down lower to my collarbone and back up again to the line of my jaw.

“Kiss me, please?” I tried.

“Ah, ah, ah. Try again.” His chuckle ran through me like dark magic, swirling and settling right between my thighs.

“Kiss me, please, Daddy,” I groaned as his lips found mine once more.

Who needed to breathe?

Certainly not me.

“So,are there any other important topics we need to discuss?” Adam’s voice was warm but firm, an intoxicating mix of Daddy and business. It had been hard to focus over the last couple of hours, when all I wanted was his hands back on me, his lips back on mine. The fantasies already swirling in my head were almost more than I could handle.

I shook my head to clear it. “No, I think that just about covers it. Are you sure, Adam? Are you absolutely sure you want to enter a dynamic with me? That you want to be my Daddy, officially?” It was hard to believe, even now, after we’d set out an agreement to begin a true dynamic.

It was lucky that Adam was such an organized man; he already had an agreement form written up with his needs and expectations. It had taken very little work to adjust it to fit our specific situation, and we were both happy with the roles and responsibilities we had laid out together.

“Willow, I have never been more sure about anything in my life.” I allowed myself a grin, which widened as he ran the back of a finger across my cheek and under my chin, lifting my eyes to his once more. “I promise, Bunny.”

I nodded my agreement, shivering at his words. “Thank you… Daddy. I am sure too.”

We talked for a few more minutes before I reluctantly said goodnight. I still had to work in the morning, after all. As much as I wanted to just stay there and let Daddy take care of me.

I was certain Adam would take very good care of me, indeed.