Page 6 of A London Little's Bunny

Essie had a panic for a moment, before remembering that she had sent a text, back at Covent Garden, letting her flatmate know about Ben coming round.

“So,” said Charlie, looking Ben up and down. “You are Ben.”

“That’s right,” said Ben. “Ben Jyles. I work at Hope’s Department Store.”

That deflated Charlie slightly, but he bounced back pretty darn quickly. “What makes you like Essie so much?”

“Charlie,” Essie protested, but Ben didn’t even hesitate in his answer.

“She’s really interesting, a talented artist, clearly driven, kind, queer, and she didn’t blink when I told her I was trans.”

“Yeah,” said Charlie. “She’s a good one. And queers are always superior. Okay.” He turned to Essie. “I approve. For now. I’m going to retire to my room, so you two deviants go wild. Though no shagging on the table; we eat there.”

Essie flushed and shoved him away, rolling her eyes. “There really is no pressure to…you know,” she said to Ben.

Ben slipped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck. “I know. Why don’t we pop dinner on, and then we can chat?”

Lobster mac & cheese in the oven—they’d splashed out and gone for one of the fancier supermarkets— and veg prepped to be steamed, they sat at the kitchen table together.

Essie curled her legs up underneath her and beamed at Ben. “So, you’re a Daddy Dom.”

“And you’re a Little.”

There was a slightly awkward moment, before they started talking over each other.

“I haven’t really—”

“I don’t have—”

They paused and Ben gestured for her to go first.

“I’ve never had a Daddy Dom,” she said, awkwardly. “I mean, I’ve called partners Daddy during sex, but it’s never been…more than that.”

“Well, weirdly enough,” said Ben. “I have, back before I transitioned. It was…strange. Like we were both playing the wrong parts. I’m not a Little,” he clarified. “But I was drawn to the Daddy title; I just realise now that I wanted to be called Daddy myself.”

“So, we’re both relatively new to this, then,” said Essie.

“Yes,” said Ben. “I’ve never had someone call me Daddy before, and I’ve never called someone…babygirl? Princess? What would you like to be called?”

Essie wriggled. When he’d said ‘babygirl’… well, that had almost undone her. “Babygirl, please,” she whispered. “It made me feel all…tingly.”

Leaning forward, Ben nipped at her lower lip. “Babygirl it is then.”

She squeaked, and they both laughed. “So.”

“So.”

“I did say that we didn’t have to have sex tonight—”

“And we don’t,” he reassured her.

“—but maybe we do some stuff?”

He nodded. “I’d be up for doing ‘some stuff’.” Ben kissed Essie again. “Why don’t we do opt in for this evening? That way we’re can keep it at a slower pace.”

“Perfect! Do you have an idea of what you’d like to try?”

“I’d like to feed you,” he said, glancing towards the oven. “Make it a sensual thing, maybe with a blindfold?”

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