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Because being his Daddy Dom means everything to me. His trust, his need—it’s not a burden, it’s a privilege. And as we relax among friends, I vow to always be there for him, to protect him, to love him.

To fuckin’ dominate him.

Chapter Eleven

Knox

It’s been a week, and I can’t make myself go any further than the porch. But that’s okay. I no longer need Taylor by my side when I go outside. My therapist, who I haven’t talked to since before the whole tornado thing, said that it’s a huge step.

Taylor and Reynolds have a shift at Oasis tonight, so I’m alone.

Well, I have Titan. But it’s my first time alone since I’ve been here. Emily said she would come and keep me company, but I told her that I’d be fine. In all honesty, I need this time to myself. So many things have happened over the course of two weeks, and I haven’t had a chance to process any of it.

Mainly the fact that Taylor is my…my what? My boyfriend? No, that doesn’t sound like a strong enough word. My Daddy? My Dom?

“Daddy Dom,” I say out loud. “Taylor is my Daddy Dom.”

No one is here, but I needed to hear it out loud.

However, I’m scared that I can’t be who he wants. Taylor is such a good man. He takes care of me like I’ve never been taken care of before, and I know that he’s even holding himself back. But what if I can’t let myself go like I used to? What if I can’t regress anymore?

I think about my stuffies, and sadness flows through my heart. I tossed every single one of them out after I was attacked.

Closing my eyes, I think back to my attack. I was tied to a Saint Andrew’s cross, completely naked. I was spanked until large welts covered both my bottom and my thighs. I was gagged and blindfolded.

Normally a submissives dream. It had always been mine. To be restrained and all of my senses taken away. To be completely and utterly at my Dom’s mercy.

I only met Nick Thornfield once. We told each other what we were looking for and our limits. But, by the end of the date, something felt off. Which is why I told him that I didn’t think we fit, and then proceeded to ignore his many many calls and texts.

Blaze and Steel were not happy that I was keeping that information from them. But, in my defense, I wasn’t all that happy with them back then.

Which brings me back to my relationship with Taylor. I don’t think I’ll be able to be tied down again. Or blindfolded or handcuffed.

I’m not even sure I’ll be able to handle being spanked, which is a massive part in a relationship like this one. I’ll be bratty about something and get punished.

And, man, do I want to be manhandled by my Papa. But I just don’t think I can handle the punishment.

I’m just going to have to suck it up and talk to him about it. Communication is key and I need to remember that.

Shaking my head, I look at Titan in the swing beside me.

“Do you think Papa could find other ways of punishing me when I’m bad, Titan?” I ask my new furry friend. “I think I’d rather write a zillion sentences than get spanked again.”

Titan answers with a tilt of his head.

We both look at the highway as an old red truck drives by slowly.

The truck slows even more by the driveway before finally picking up speed and disappearing around the sharp curve.

“I sure hope that person is careful. He’s going to cause an accident.”

I smile when the Stargate Theme song sounds. I love that show. I spend a few moments listening to the tune before answering the call.

“Hello,” I answer.

“Baby, you have got to stop enjoying the music before accepting the call,” Taylor laughs. “One of these days, it’s going to be something important.”

“Is it important today?” I ask.

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