Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

My vision blurredas I stared at the report for the third time in the last half hour. I needed caffeine, or a nap, or something to get me through these end of day projects the partners had just sent to me. Of course, they wanted answers within the hour.

My phone buzzed.

Thank goodness.

I rubbed at my eyes, grateful for the much needed break. It was a text from Adam. Er — Daddy. It still felt surreal to refer to him in that way, even in my thoughts. I hated leaving him last night, even if it had been the right thing to do. All I had really wanted to do was curl up in his bed and find out if his beard felt as good against my inner thighs as it did against my neck.

What are you doing right now, Bunny?

Working

What time are you finished with work?

In about thirty minutes. Just finishing up now.

Good.

Why is that good?

Because I’m taking you to dinner.

You are?

Yes. Please send me your address and I will pick you up.

Alright.

And Bunny, make sure you bring that stuffy of yours. I like seeing you holding it. XOXO, Daddy. ;)

With a blush that rivaled the worst sunburn I’d ever had, I set my phone down in my purse. I checked the system to see who was clocked in and breathed a sigh of relief to see that Alyssa had left for the day. It had been difficult to work with her these last few days, and today I had literally put a sign on my door and pretended to be busy all day, just to avoid her.

I had no idea how to look my former best friend in the eye, knowing the things I was going to do with her father. Sure, it had only been a few kisses so far, but if the thoughts in my head were anything to go by — not to mention how he had looked at me last night — it was going to be more soon. Much, much more.

Refusing to give it another thought, I pulled my computer screen back to the reports I had to finish, bound and determined to finish as fast as humanly possible.

I had a date to prepare for.

The restaurant was beautiful.Pretty artwork decorated the walls so tastefully, while beautiful fabric covered the table beneath our now empty dinner plates. The evening had been amazing. Adam was witty, educated, and the night had been a success. For the most part.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours, Willow?” He asked, taking a sip of his post-dinner scotch.

“Nothing at all.”

“Come now, I can tell that you’re thinking about something, darlin’.” He insisted.

“I guess I had hoped you would be flirtatious with me, like you were at Obsidian.” I finally admitted, blushing at my forwardness.

“Did you think the night was over?” His tone had changed again, and the pure sexual prowess in his demeanor had me clenching and damp in an instant..

“It… isn’t?” I couldn’t even bring myself to be embarrassed by the way my voice squeaked and went all little.

“Not even close.” He grinned back at me, his face a mix of tenderness and lust that took me from damp to gushing in the space of a breath. Before I could say yes, Daddy he had paid the check and ushered us out to his car, holding the door for me, and buckling me in himself.

“So… what else did you have in mind?” I suppressed the giggle that tried to bubble up as we settled into his sedan. I was finding it harder and harder not to let Bunny come out, but we hadn’t discussed being in little space during this date.

“Well, if you’re willing, I would like to try having a bit of dynamic together. Nothing too serious, no specific rules or punishments, just letting yourself be Bunny in a safe environment. Do you think you feel comfortable to try that?” The care and concern in his voice was beyond touching.

That giggle overcame my self-control and bubbled out on its own as I nodded excitedly. “Yes, I would like that very much, I think. Where did you have in mind?”

He visibly relaxed and smiled back at me mischievously. “Something I think you will like very much, Bunny. Do you trust me?”

“Would I have signed our agreement if I didn’t?” Jeepers, that brattiness came out of nowhere! I gulped and looked back at him with wide, worried eyes. He just laughed and patted my knee before pulling out of the parking space.

“I’m going to let that slide this time, little Bunny, on one condition.”

“I’m sorry! Yes, anything you want.”

“Okay, two conditions. First, don’t say sorry for things you have no reason to apologize for. Especially not bratting. It’s written into our agreement that bratting is allowed. Second, I would like you to call me Daddy for the rest of our date. Do you think you can do that?”

I nodded vigorously, already feeling myself sink into our dynamic as I listened to his commands. “Yes Daddy. I can do that.”

“Good girl. Now; how does Bunny feel about getting some ice cream at The Landing?”

I squeaked happily as we drove off into the night, headed towards Historic Downtown Providence. We talked and laughed and flirted the entire drive, and Adam — Daddy — barely took his hand off of my knee the entire drive.

Before I knew it, we were pulling into a parking space in front of the ice cream shop. I wiggled excitedly in my seat, holding Mr. Fluffers to my chest and playing with my hair as Daddy unbuckled and turned towards me with a grin.

“So, what kind of ice cream does my little Bunny want? Whatever your heart desires, Daddy will get it for you.”

“Jeepers! I hadn’t even thought about that! I’m sor—” I cut myself off, biting my lip. “I mean… I’m not sure, Daddy. Do they have sprinkles? And maybe whipped cream… and a cherry! Ooh ooh ooh, do they have birthday cake ice cream? That’s my favorite!!!” I bounced happily, turning to face him. I didn’t miss the way Daddy’s eyes trailed down for a moment as my breasts jiggled. Heat burned my cheeks, but the embarrassment only pushed me further into little space. Letting my little out under Adam’s caregiving dominance was surprisingly natural for me.

An hour or so later,we sat in his car outside my apartment building, the ice cream now just a delicious memory. Daddy exited the car, coming around to my side and opening the door for me before helping me out. Almost instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his waist, looking up at him adoringly.

“Thank you, Daddy. I had so much fun tonight! Dinner was yummy, and the ice cream was super-duper extra yummy!”

He lifted a hand, running his fingers along my cheek and under my chin. His thumb brushed across my lips, making me shudder with sudden arousal. He leaned down and kissed me tenderly, almost chastely. “I couldn’t agree more, Bunny. Tonight has been… delightfully enjoyable. I haven’t had such a wonderful evening in a very long time.”

My head spinning, I whimpered with need, hugging myself closer to him and standing on tiptoe. Adam smiled and brought his mouth down to mine again, this time lingering. His hand went around the back of my head, fisting in my hair lightly as he deepened the kiss. His tongue quested out tentatively, and I opened my mouth to let him in. The kiss stretched for long moments, our tongues dancing and intertwining.

“When can I see you again?” he breathed against my forehead as I nuzzled against his chest. His broad frame protected me from the blustery cold of that February evening.

“I asked you a question, little one. I would like an answer,” he teased. His fingers ran beneath the curtain of my hair, playing up into the strands, wrapping, weaving, and tangling until he had a fist full of wavy, unruly curls clutched in his grasp, making me gasp.

“Soon. Very soon,” I whispered. “But how do you want to see me again?” I was pushing my luck, letting the teensiest bit of my brat out.

He simply growled in response. My core clenched at the sound, and I knew at that moment I would do anything to get him to make that noise as often as possible.

“I could see you for lunch…” I teased, my fingers playing with the fabric of his button-up shirt, longing to pull it from those slacks and let my fingers find his warm skin beneath.

“Bunny…” His hips shifted against me, his hardness pressing into my soft core.

“I could—” but before I could get another word out, his hand wrapped around my throat, tipping my head back until I could see his piercing gaze. “Say. It.” That harsh command said it all. One whimper and a now thoroughly ruined pair of panties later, I responded, throwing away my bratty attitude and giving him what he wanted.

“I want to scene, Daddy.”

“Good fucking girl. Sunday. You and me. My house. Seven p.m. Any questions?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Bring your favorite little items.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl.” His lips met mine again with a tenderness that made tears prick at the corners of my eyes. He was so good to me, just days into our relationship. It was more than I deserved, and almost more than I could bear.

We reluctantly said our goodbyes once more, and I walked up to my apartment. I don’t think my feet touched the ground once the entire way.

Now I just had to figure out how to survive until seven p.m. on Sunday.