Page 35 of Daddy's Little Survivor

Monroe walked forward, trying to get by him, but he blocked her way. She stood there stiffly and waited for the first blow.

“It's okay,” Michael said. “I said you could go anywhere in this house.”

She shook her head and took a step away. He said that but he probably didn't mean it and she had walked into a room he didn't want her to go into. She should have known better than to come into this room, but everything in here was calling to her.

“Monroe,” he said. “Can you look at me?”

She didn’t dare move. Everything in her was screaming to look at him but she didn’t want to see the anger or the disappointment in his face when she did.

“Look at me, now.” His voice was stern.

Monroe’s head snapped up and she looked into his eyes. There was no hint of anger on his face or even disappointment—which made her take another step back.

He was really good at hiding his feelings and she didn't like that. Jared was never good at hiding his feelings and it made it easy on Monroe because she didn't have to guess if he was angry or not.

“I'm not mad you found this room. I told you that you could go anywhere, and I meant anywhere,” he started off. “I'm not going to hit you, I'm not mad, and you can come into this room anytime you want. It's not off limits. If you enjoy being here, come in here. I'm not going to stop you.”

Monroe didn't know how to react to that. Did she say thank you? Did she tell him no, it's okay? Did she leave?

Her mind was telling her to leave and never come back or look back. This could turn into a bad situation and she didn't want to be around for it. Michael just was acting like it was okay but would say something later about how it was not okay and she should have known.

“Are you a Little?” he asked, and Monroe froze, her eyes wide.

How did he know? She had seen other adults play with dolls when they were bored. How did he know that wasn't what was happening right now?

“Don't be alarmed. I'm a Daddy Dom. You’ve acted in certain ways that remind me of Littles and your playing with the dolls today made me think you are,” he continued to speak.

So, she was right that he was a Daddy Dom. Just from the way he had acted since she got here made her think of the Daddy Doms in the stories she used to read.

“I am a Little,” she found herself whispering before she could stop herself.

Michael gave her a soft smile and bent down to his knees. He had done this before and she felt calm and relaxed when he did, like he was trying to make himself her size so he didn't scare her. She didn't know if that was his actual reason for bending down, but she liked to believe it was.

She never had anybody think about her like that, so it was hard to believe it was his intention. But so far, she had to admit that Michael had just always been nice to her. She didn't know if it was all for show or if this was how he actually was and everything she knew about guys was all wrong. Her mind kept telling her it was all just for show but her body was telling her to trust him, that he was actually really nice.

“Can I ask you a couple of questions?” he asked. “If you aren't comfortable, you don't have to answer. I would just like to know a little bit more.”

Monroe clasped her hands behind her back and started to rock on her feet. She was nervous and a little shy about what kind of questions he was going to ask.

“Before I ask anything, I stopped by the little gift shop in the club and picked up a friend for you,” he said, handing her the stuffed elephant.

She gently grabbed it and the first thing she noticed was how soft it was. Bringing it up to her face, she rubbed it against her and sighed in content. She loved soft stuffies.

“What are you going to name the elephant?” he asked.

“Ellie,” she whispered. “Short for elephant.”

She couldn’t help but giggle. It was such a fitting name for her new stuffie.

“Such a good name for her,” he replied.

Michael grabbed a doll and sat down fully on the ground.

“How long have you known you were a Little?” he asked in a higher pitched voice as he looked at the doll.

That was easy. “Over fourteen years,” she whispered.

She had done so much research over the years and talked to a couple other Littles online when Jared had given her access to a computer. She wanted to know more about Littles and if she truly was one, and it all came back that she truly felt like she was one. She had never had a Daddy before, but that didn't stop her from being a Little.

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