Page 1 of Daddy's Princess

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Sugar

The club is busierthan usual. Theme nights always are. I take another sip of my Shirley Temple, enjoying the sweet drink. I turn on my seat, resting my elbows behind me on the bar as I scan the room. Andre really outdid himself this time. Not that Bidden and Bound isn’t always a little slice of kinky heaven, but tonight the club looks like something straight out of a fairytale. A kinky fairytale, but a fairytale, nonetheless.

There are miles of silver silk and white tulle draped from the chandelier in the center of the ceiling, then flowing down the walls in an almost liquid way. Thousands of twinkle lights have replaced the usual club lighting making the room appear fantastical and intimate. Not to mention the ice sculptures and flowers.

The club members went all out, too. Everyone is in costume, including me. Every fairytale character known to man represented. Everyone from Snow White and Prince Charming to Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. It’s by far, my favorite theme night.

“So, what do you think?”

I turn toward the voice with a smile. “It’s like a fairytale.”

“Well, sweets, after your disappointment in my last theme night, I had to step up my game.”

“Whips and chains are so cliché!” I cringe at the shrillness in my own voice. “Sorry.” Andre gives me a pointed look, and I fidget in my seat a little at the stern look. Andre is a dominant, and even though we’ve never played together, he still has the look and tone of voice that makes all the little subbies squirm.

He notices my discomfort and throws his head back, laughing boisterously. I giggle along with him. “Are you sure you don’t wanna play, sweets?”

I scrunch up my nose and shake my head at his relentless teasing. We became fast friends after I joined the club three years ago, but neither of us is attracted to the other in that way, despite the fact that physically, we tick all the right boxes. He tends to prefer petite, dark-haired submissives, which sums me up to a T. Andre is tall, dark, and handsome. He’s got muscles for miles and makes me feel small and safe. Unfortunately, Andre is a total sadist, and I’m a babygirl.

As far as kink compatibility goes, we are like oil and water. Andre is one of my closest and dearest friends. He took me under his wing when I first joined Bidden and Bound. Teaching me the ropes, so to speak. He looks out for me, which is nice. I moved to the city alone, leaving my friends and family behind to chase my dreams. I miss my brothers deeply, but Andre has been a great surrogate.

“That depends. Will you be my daddy?” I blink up at Andre with wide, guileless eyes, giving him my best babygirl look.

Andre wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close to his side. “Oh, sweet girl, you don’t know how often I wish our kinks lined up.”

I wrap my arms around his waist and snuggle into his comforting hug. “It would make things easier, but I like us just how we are.”

Andre presses a kiss to the top of my head, takes a deep breath, then pulls away. “As do I, Sugar. You’re the annoying little sister I never had.”

I snort at that. “And you’re the big brother I never… wait… I have three of those. I guess you’re superfluous.”

He simply shakes his head. “Another of your word-of-the-day words?”

Andre gave me a word-of-the-day calendar for Christmas three years ago, and I made it a point to use the words in conversation with him. Even when they were totally random and didn’t necessarily fit the conversation. He was so amused by it that he’s gotten me a new one every Christmas since. It’s been an ongoing joke between us. One of the many things I value about my friendship with Andre.

“I’ll have you know; my vocabulary is top-notch without your trying to educate me on the finer points of the English language.” I attempt to give him an indignant look, but just end up smirking at him.

We’re interrupted when Derrick, one of the dungeon monitors, comes up and speaks lowly to Andre. After a brief exchange, Derrick leaves me with a decidedly grumpier Andre.

“Everything okay?” I ask, putting my hand on his arm.

He gives me a gentle smile and covers my hand with one of his own. “Everything is fine. Regrettably, I have to go take care of some business. Are you playing tonight?”

He asks me every time, even though he knows I haven’t played since things went to shit with Cody six months ago. Cody is the closest I’ve ever gotten to having a serious relationship with a dominant. Of course, it started casual, but after scening together several times, he wanted to be exclusive. I liked him. A lot. It only made sense to take things to the next step. We started dating outside the club… that’s when things went wrong.

And dangerous.

Cody grew possessive. He wanted to take me to and from school. He forbade me to visit Bidden and Bound. Other than missing my friends, it wasn’t a huge deal. I was busy with school and applying for internships, so I didn’t have a ton of time for the club anyway. Cody lost his mind when Andre and I went to lunch together. No matter how I explained our relationship as platonic, Cody wouldn’t believe me.

Didn’t want to believe me.

When I refused to give up my friendship with Andre, he went off the rails. It’s the first and last time a man has ever hit me in anger. I may be a submissive. I may like being spanked and punished for breaking set rules or just for funsies, but that’s all about consent and respect. A punishment spanking is given for a previously agreed upon reason. There are boundaries that both dominant and submissive understand and acknowledge. Cody lashed out in anger because I wouldn’t submit to his ridiculous demands.

When bullying me with words wouldn’t work, he used his size and physical strength to get his point across. He didn’t expect me to fight back. Submissives are trained to submit. It’s in our very nature. Boy, did he get a shock when I put my self-defense training to good use. A black eye, broken nose, and kick to the balls will shock anyone that’s not expecting them.

Needless to say, Cody and I broke up. Spectacularly. I haven’t scened since. I’ve been asked a dozen times why I come to Bidden and Bound if I’m not ready to play. I spend my free nights here because I can be myself here. Outside of this club, I have very real, very adult problems. Here at B&B, I am free to just be. It’s the only space I feel safe letting my little side out. I can forget about all the stresses in my life and sit down with my sketchbook and draw for hours. Or I can sit in the theater room and watch one of my favorite movies. Or hang out with my friends. I don’t play with dollies, wear diapers, or suck my thumb like what most people assume littles like, but I do crave freedom from being a responsible adult.

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