Page 44 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“I’m talking about you sticking your dick where it doesn’t belong. Not unless you’re serious about that girl and gonna put a ring on her finger.”

What. The. Hell.

Was Grandpa Jack really lecturing him about who he slept with? That he should marry Blakely?

No. He’s telling you that unless you’re serious about her, you shouldn’t be messing around with her.

Which is exactly what he’d been telling himself.

So I should really fucking listen, shouldn’t I?

“I didn’t mean to hurt her. I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Then stop messing around with her, boy.”

“I’m not. I’m doing my best to stay away from her.”

Grandpa Jack grunted. “Yeah? You think that’s the best solution, do you?”

“What would be your solution?” he asked.

“Marry the girl.”

Stafford spat out his mouthful of coffee. “What? Are you serious?”

“Yeah, boy, I’m serious. Put a ring on her finger and marry that girl before she gets snatched up by someone else. How she’s still single, I don’t know. But you marry that girl and you get down on your knees and thank God, and me, every day of your life after. I don’t like having an idiot for a grandson. Got me?”

“It’s not that simple. I’m not in a position to marry anyone.”

“Bullshit. If people waited until they were in a good position, no one would get married. When I married your grandmother, we lived on this ranch in a rundown shack. It didn’t even have indoor plumbing. I built this ranch with my bare hands and her help. Life isn’t perfect and you can’t wait for it to be.”

“I’m not what she needs, Grandpa.”

“Why? Because she’s a Little?”

“Yes,” Stafford said.

“So?”

“I’m not a Daddy Dom.” He didn’t think this really needed to be said.

His grandfather snorted. “Then figure out how to give her what she needs.”

“I should just become a Daddy Dom for her?” Stafford asked.

Actually.

Wasn’t the worst idea.

“I don’t know how to do that,” he said.

“You really think you’d have to change yourself? That you don’t know what you’re doing? That you aren’t a Daddy Dom? Boy, you’re protective, you’re caring, and you’re bossy as fuck. Pretty sure it will come to you easier than you think. Those times she’s slipped and her Little has come out have you been horrified, disinterested, angry at her?”

“What? Of course not!”

“What did you feel?”

This was an odd conversation to have with his grandfather, but Stafford thought back to his feelings when Blakely had let small pieces of her Little show. It didn’t happen that often.

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