chewed on her bottom lip.
“No, Marley. Nothing like that. All of the things you picked out today are yours. We’re not going to take them back. I just wanted to talk to you about some of the rules and the way we do things at home.”
“Oh.” She breathed deeply. “Okay.”
“I’m not sure how much you know about being a sub or how familiar you are with the lifestyle.”
She shrugged and set the piece of bread she was eating down on her plate.
“Well, everyone does things differently. Some doms would have you greet them naked at the door every day on your hands and knees, wearing a collar.”
She looked shocked, but she remained silent.
“But that’s not how I am. I don’t think either one of us wants you to open the door like that to Stan or Milton. It wouldn’t do for us to become known as the kinkiest couple in the building. I like to operate with more discretion than that.”
Her head bobbed in agreement. “What about a collar? You haven’t put one of those on me yet.”
“It’s not a big thing for me to drag you around by a leash.” The corner of his mouth curled. “However, I would like to see you crawl around on all fours for me.”
Her cheeks turned crimson. “Daddy!” She looked around to see if anyone else could hear their conversation.
Chuckling, he continued, “I expect you to do certain chores around the house. I’ll make you a list. I have a housekeeper who comes to clean weekly and a service to do my laundry. They can do yours as well. But I do ask that you pick up after yourself, keep things tidy, and wash your dishes.”
“No problem. I’m used to doing a lot more than that!”
“Good. Some days I will give you other tasks to do, and I will expect you to do them or risk punishment.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Also, while we were shopping, a friend of mine called. His fiancé wants to meet you. In fact, several of the girls I know want to meet you. Sloane, too. The designer who knows Beverly.”
“Really? I don’t know.” She fidgeted in her chair.
“As much as I like having you all to myself, it would be great if you could make some friends. And these girls are subs, like you. They can help show you the ropes.”
“Show me the ropes?” she repeated, skepticism storming her face.
“Okay, offering you support. They have a sort of club. They call it the Daddy’s Little Girls club.”
Marley stared, agape. “For real?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I guess they sit around and talk about their daddies and gossip, same as any other women.”
“Only they all have daddies?”
“Well, maybe not all, but they’re all subs who like being taken care of, who like daddy-type doms. I suppose some of them might be between daddies…”
The calamari arrived at the table. She waited for him to begin eating. He dipped a piece in the marinara sauce and popped it into his mouth. She followed suit.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“It’s pretty good. Kinda chewy, but the flavor is good.”
“See? Daddy can teach you new things.” He smiled, dipped another, then inserted it into her waiting mouth. She closed her eyes as she chewed, savoring it. Damn, he loved her like that—eyes shut, overtaken by pleasure. He felt his cock harden.
“So what should I do about these girls again?”
“I’ll give you Kimberly’s number. Give her a call. I think they’re having lunch next week. Just go and see what you think. If you don’t like it, that’s okay. I suspect it would be nice for you to have some friends that understand what you’re into, what it’s like to be in a relationship like ours.”
“Okay, but what about what I used to do… Do they know about that?”
“No. Marley, the only people who know about that are me and Milton. And he’s sworn to secrecy. Besides, things are different now. That’s in the past. You’re with me.” He reached across the table and clasped her hand in his. “Those days are behind you.”
Gratitude shone in her eyes. “Thanks,
“No, Marley. Nothing like that. All of the things you picked out today are yours. We’re not going to take them back. I just wanted to talk to you about some of the rules and the way we do things at home.”
“Oh.” She breathed deeply. “Okay.”
“I’m not sure how much you know about being a sub or how familiar you are with the lifestyle.”
She shrugged and set the piece of bread she was eating down on her plate.
“Well, everyone does things differently. Some doms would have you greet them naked at the door every day on your hands and knees, wearing a collar.”
She looked shocked, but she remained silent.
“But that’s not how I am. I don’t think either one of us wants you to open the door like that to Stan or Milton. It wouldn’t do for us to become known as the kinkiest couple in the building. I like to operate with more discretion than that.”
Her head bobbed in agreement. “What about a collar? You haven’t put one of those on me yet.”
“It’s not a big thing for me to drag you around by a leash.” The corner of his mouth curled. “However, I would like to see you crawl around on all fours for me.”
Her cheeks turned crimson. “Daddy!” She looked around to see if anyone else could hear their conversation.
Chuckling, he continued, “I expect you to do certain chores around the house. I’ll make you a list. I have a housekeeper who comes to clean weekly and a service to do my laundry. They can do yours as well. But I do ask that you pick up after yourself, keep things tidy, and wash your dishes.”
“No problem. I’m used to doing a lot more than that!”
“Good. Some days I will give you other tasks to do, and I will expect you to do them or risk punishment.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Also, while we were shopping, a friend of mine called. His fiancé wants to meet you. In fact, several of the girls I know want to meet you. Sloane, too. The designer who knows Beverly.”
“Really? I don’t know.” She fidgeted in her chair.
“As much as I like having you all to myself, it would be great if you could make some friends. And these girls are subs, like you. They can help show you the ropes.”
“Show me the ropes?” she repeated, skepticism storming her face.
“Okay, offering you support. They have a sort of club. They call it the Daddy’s Little Girls club.”
Marley stared, agape. “For real?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I guess they sit around and talk about their daddies and gossip, same as any other women.”
“Only they all have daddies?”
“Well, maybe not all, but they’re all subs who like being taken care of, who like daddy-type doms. I suppose some of them might be between daddies…”
The calamari arrived at the table. She waited for him to begin eating. He dipped a piece in the marinara sauce and popped it into his mouth. She followed suit.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“It’s pretty good. Kinda chewy, but the flavor is good.”
“See? Daddy can teach you new things.” He smiled, dipped another, then inserted it into her waiting mouth. She closed her eyes as she chewed, savoring it. Damn, he loved her like that—eyes shut, overtaken by pleasure. He felt his cock harden.
“So what should I do about these girls again?”
“I’ll give you Kimberly’s number. Give her a call. I think they’re having lunch next week. Just go and see what you think. If you don’t like it, that’s okay. I suspect it would be nice for you to have some friends that understand what you’re into, what it’s like to be in a relationship like ours.”
“Okay, but what about what I used to do… Do they know about that?”
“No. Marley, the only people who know about that are me and Milton. And he’s sworn to secrecy. Besides, things are different now. That’s in the past. You’re with me.” He reached across the table and clasped her hand in his. “Those days are behind you.”
Gratitude shone in her eyes. “Thanks,
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