Page 16 of Savage

Savage settled down onto the couch, leaning back against the cushions with an air of quiet authority, then patted the spot beside him. “Come here, sweetheart.”

She hesitated for only a moment before obeying, standing from the chair and coming over to perch lightly on the edge of the couch. He shook his head. “Relax, baby. You're safe here. But we need to talk.”

Savannah swallowed hard but nodded.

“How much experience do you have as a little? Before you answer, I need the honest truth, Savannah.”

She seemed to think for a minute, which bothered Savage. The truth should be quick and forthcoming, not need time to be thought about. “Savannah?”

“I don’t know what you consider experience,” she said, softly. “Like in person, reading books, online forums? What do you define as experience? Many people will never explore the lifestyle in person, but they have online partners and virtual relationships.”

“Is that what your experience consists of? Reading books and online relationships?”

She looked down and played with the hem of her shirt, the blush climbing up her face, clearly telling him all he needed to know. Fuck. She was even more innocent than he thought.

“Was the playdate your first?”

“Yes,” she told him. “But I’ve done a lot of research and reading and…”

So, she desired the power exchange relationship and freedom a DDlg relationship offered but she’d never experienced it in real life. “Sweetheart, reality and virtual aren’t always the same thing. I don’t want you to be disappointed if your expectations are unrealistic.”

“I have no expectations,” she blurted. “I really don’t.”

“Everyone has some expectations. For instance, I expect my little girl to be honest with me at all times and to allow me to lead her. I expect her to consent to me guiding, nurturing, anddisciplining her. What qualities do you expect your Daddy to have?”

“I don’t know,” she said, shifting in her seat. He pulled her down from where she perched on the arm of the couch and snuggled her into his lap. She fit perfectly in his arms. Feeling how tense she was, he rubbed her shoulders until she relaxed.

“I’m sure you have some characteristics you want out of a Daddy.”

He knew she’d thought about it. All littles thought about what they wanted out of their Daddies. He knew that several girls often played “Build Your Perfect Daddy,” a game where they had a budget and selected their favorite qualities from a list.

“I guess, if I had to put it into words, I would want someone who would put me and my needs first because I’ve never had that. Of course, I would put him first, too. Someone who would communicate clearly and not leave me guessing what he meant. My perfect Daddy would be patient with me, but also consistent. A Daddy who would protect me from the bad things in this world, and maybe even someone who would spoil me. I’d expect him to be my best friend.”

Holy shit.

She’d just defined him, exactly.

There was absolutely no doubt in his mind. None. Zero. Zip. This little girl was his.

“Do you know how the power exchange relationship between a Daddy and his little girl works?”

“I get the general concept. In order for it to be healthy, she must consent to it. He can’t force her into being his little. Then, depending on how much control she’s willing to give over, he makes and enforces rules for them?”

“Very good, sweetheart. There are rules and expectations in a DDlg relationship, just like there are in all things in life. There are rules and expectations at work, school and in society. Forinstance, you can’t just walk into a grocery store, grab an apple and walk out without facing consequences for breaking the law.”

“Do you expect your little to have a lot of rules?”

“Some. Her safety and protecting our relationship are my chief priorities. I expect her to make good decisions and to respect our relationship.”

“Respect your relationship? Like what, not wearing super revealing clothing out or something?” She asked.

“Well, without my permission, anyway. I don’t share, Savannah. When you are mine, you belong to me and only to me. I follow some rules, too. For instance, I have a rule that says no yelling, calling names or being degrading to each other. I will never yell at you or call you names, no matter how upset I am. I will always be honest with her. I will protect our relationship and our peace as a couple.”

“You only follow some of the rules. Shouldn’t you follow all of them?”

“No sweetheart. There are some rules that are for my little one only.”

“Like what?” If her questions got any quieter, he’d have a hard time hearing them. He traced the back of her neck with one finger and smiled when goosebumps followed in its wake.

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