Page 7 of Cheese Daddy

“I’m also partial to steak and a loaded baked potato,” she said. Just because she wanted a Daddy Dom didn’t necessarily mean she wanted to eat kiddie food all the time.

Owen laughed again, his eyes sparkling. She really liked making him laugh.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Honestly, it doesn’t really matter what I’m making… but I like to have the excuse to eat kid food sometimes, too.” He winked at her. “What about where you scene?”

That was another question that had given her pause. When she’d scened with Master Tom, they’d stayed in the main portion of the club but not because she was an exhibitionist. That had been more about the fact she’d only trusted the man so far, considering they hadn’t really known each other. She’d wanted to be out where other people could keep an eye on both of them since she hadn’t known what she was doing. Make sure she didn’t get in over her head.

With Owen, it was different. They’d known each other for months, and even if they’d never spent one-on-one time together, she realized she absolutely trusted him. Not only did she trust him not to do something she wouldn’t want, but she trusted him to keep her from doing something harmful or dumb.

“I don’t really know if scening in the club is my thing,” she said slowly. “I did enjoy myself the time I did it, but it wasn’t because people were watching or anything. And it didn’t really feel like what I’d pictured in my head.” Because Master Tom wasn’t a Daddy. He’d taken her through what he called a pretty standard BDSM scene. She’d felt like she’d learned a lot at the end of it and had been a little turned on but not filled with overwhelming need or anything.

Had she gone home and gotten her vibrator out?

Yes, yes, she had.

The scene went a little differently when it played out in her head, and the man she pictured was the man standing next to her. The biggest difference had been that she’d known better what certain things would feel like, and she’d had some lingering soreness from the spanking and flogging, which was how she knew she liked them.

“What was your previous scene like? Run me through what you did and didn’t like.”

Owen’s dark eyes bore into hers, and Bree’s cheeks did that hot flush thing again. Dammit. Talking about this was… hard. It made her feel very vulnerable.

“Um, well, we talked about my limits, kind of like what we’re going now but a little different. I told him I had no experience with any of it and wanted to know what certain things felt like. So, he spanked me, and I got to try a couple different floggers. I found out the crop is a little more than I like, and we didn’t even bother with a cane after that.” She’d felt like a wuss because she liked to read much more hardcore scenes than she’d enjoyed experiencing, but Master Tom had reassured her it was fine. Not every submissive was a full-on masochist.

“Did you try any bondage?”

“No… well, sorta? Honor bondage.” She shrugged. “I also let him put the cuffs on me, but he didn’t cuff me to anything.” That had felt like a little much for her first time, especially with a Dom she didn’t really know. Of course, she knew Andres wouldn’t have signed off on someone unless he trusted him, which had helped a lot, but it still wasn’t the same.

“Was role play a part of it? Like, were you testing things out, or had you earned your spanking for being a naughty girl?” The way he said ‘naughty girl’ in his deep voice made a shiver go up her spine. Somehow, he made it sound like a good thing.

“We were just testing things out,” she whispered, way too aware of the way two little words had affected her entire body. Her inner muscles had clenched in anticipation, her arousal hummed through her with a suddenness that had thrown her off balance, and her nipples suddenly felt itchy. Achy. As if they’d tightened into little buds beneath her corset and were dying to break free and be pinched.

“I see.” He studied her for a moment, his smile fading. Not in a way that made her think he was unhappy with her, but his expression was becoming more serious in a way that stoked her arousal even higher. Like he was going from being just Owen to Daddy Owen. “What’s your safeword?”

“Stilton.”

He blinked.

“Stilton… as in the cheese?”

“Um, well, you know, because my name is Bree, and I really like cheese.” She shrugged. Yup, felt like her cheeks were going to burn right off her face at this point. “Except I don’t like blue cheeses. Stilton was the easiest one to say, and I know I won’t forget it.”

“You don’t like blue cheese?” He actually seemed dismayed.

Bree burst out laughing, some of the heat from her cheeks dissipating. That probably wasn’t the best reaction, but she couldn’t help it. He just looked so sad and maybe a little horrified.

“Is that a deal breaker?” she teased.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and sighed. Then he opened his eyes again and looked up at the ceiling, as if imploring the heavens.

“She loves cheese, but not blue cheese. I guess I’ll have to live with it.”

“Hey, not everyone likes mold on their cheese! It’s stinky, and it tastes exactly like it smells.” Even as she defended herself, she couldn’t stop laughing. Of all the things to throw Owen… Then again, considering he had a gourmet grilled cheese food truck, maybe it wasn’t the most surprising thing in the world.

The only one of his grilled cheese sandwiches she hadn’t tried at this point was the Bossy Blue Cheese, and there was a reason for that.

“It’s supposed to be stinky, and it’s delicious,” he argued, meeting her gaze again. Reaching out, he didn’t take her hand… no, he took her wrist. “Come along, little girl. I’ll teach you to insult my cheese.”

It was the most ridiculous thing anyone had ever said to her, yet somehow, it was the hottest because she realized this was it. He was role playing. Daddy Owen was in the club, and he was going to punish her for being a naughty girl.

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