Page 6 of Cheese Daddy

“That’s what happened with my first girlfriend. I wanted more of a babygirl, she wanted more humiliation. Eventually, we had to come to terms with the fact that what we wanted didn’t match up.”

“Ouch. That sounds hard.”

The sympathy filling her eyes made him smile. Bree had the biggest heart, but he was worried hers was still a little wounded thanks to her asshole ex.

“It wasn’t easy, but thankfully, we weren’t in love or anything. We liked each other a great deal, and it was hard living without her at first, but I got over it fairly quickly. Especially once I realized how much stress I’d been under trying to fulfill needs that not only didn’t do anything for me, but were the antithesis to what I needed.” He shrugged. “Humiliation is not my kink.”

“Mine neither.” Bree shook her head. “Some of the scenes I see here… I would shrivel up and die, but I’m glad the people in them are able to get what they need. I just wish I could get what I needed… but no one seems to want to play with me.”

She looked so sad about her lack of play partners, it was on the tip of his tongue to confess that he was responsible for that situation.

Something else came out instead.

“Would you like to scene with me? See what it’s like with a Daddy Dom?” She stared at him, her expression so blank he couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Fuck, had he overplayed his hand? And why couldn’t he stop talking? “You could consider it a test run… or something.”

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Bree

Holy shit. Was Owen suggesting what she thought he was?

He was willing to scene with her?

Did that mean he wanted to have sex with her?

Woah, slow down girl. You know damn well that scene doesn’t necessarily mean sex.

But what if I want it to mean sex?

It’s a bad idea. Except… Eden and Rita didn’t think so.

“It’s okay to say no,” he said with a little smile, though there was disappointment in his dark eyes.

“Yes,” she blurted out when she saw her chance slipping away. He blinked in confusion, looking uncertain again. “I mean, yes, I would like to scene with you.”

His smile, which had been small, became brilliant.

“Wonderful. Well… we should talk a bit first about what you’re interested in.”

“Daddy Doms.”

The quick answer made him laugh.

Bree smiled, even as she blushed harder. It felt like her cheeks were never going to cool down.

“I meant more like, I know you don’t want humiliation, but what do you like? Role play? Spanking? Flogging? Are you okay with being in the main room of the club, or do you prefer privacy?”

Bree blew out a breath as she turned over his questions in her mind. A couple of them were easy, a couple of them… not as much.

“Spanking yes, flogging yes. I guess it depends on what you mean about role play? I don’t think I want to pretend to be a baby or anything. I definitely am not interested in being diapered or bottle fed. No shame to those who are. It’s just not for me.”

“Understood.” He nodded. “It’s okay not to want to do something. It doesn’t mean you’re shaming them, just means you know what you want. Full-on age play isn’t really my thing either, although I do enjoy a bit of role play now and then. Like letting my girl color or watch a movie while I make her chicken nuggets and French fries for dinner.”

Okay, good. Bree hated the idea of making anyone feel the way Samuel had made her feel when she’d asked for something, but Owen was right. Saying something wasn’t for her didn’t mean she was being judgmental.

What he was describing for role play sounded kind of amazing. How many times had she wished someone would just take care of her so she could unwind? Do something fun instead of having to attend to the ‘life’ things? As someone who worked all day with computers, she didn’t usually want to watch TV when she got home, but coloring sounded great. Or playing Sudoku. She also loved crossword puzzles.

She also loved chicken nuggets and French fries. However…

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