Page 54 of Cutter

“Your face is so expressive.”

Emily had to drop her eyes. She couldn’t withstand his piercing stare. He went straight into her. She had no way to hide from him. He’d easily read her fantasies and desires. Intimate wishes she wasn’t yet ready to reveal.

Shaking his head, he took a deep breath. The leather in his jacket made a sexy, crinkling sound. A new vision whooshed into her brain.

“Tell me.” He squeezed her hand.

“What?” she asked, wide-eyed.

“By your expression, that image was a doozy. Daddy has to know what his little girl thinks about.”

“Oh…hell.”

“Emily.” His forehead tightened. “Speak. Right this minute. What were you thinking about?”

She sighed, resigned to giving in. “Um… We were making love on your bike. I sat on your cock wearing my princess dress.”

“My sweet, naughty girl. I like your imagination. I know a few secluded spots along the Russell-Brasstown Scenic Byway. You’ll love them. When this is over, we’ll get you all dolled up and makeyour fantasy come true. I promise.” Pushing his chair back from the table, he beckoned with his hand. “Come here.”

He patted his thighs, and she moved quickly. She loved sitting on his lap. Could spend hours there.

“We’ve chosen one safeword, but we need three more.”

“That many? I thought three safewords were enough.”

“Not for us. We have special needs.”

“Okay, Daddy.” She leaned against his warm chest. In response, Cutter embraced her waist. Life just didn’t get any better. She was the luckiest girl on the planet. “I’m ready.”

“This goes to the heart of ageplay. We’ve established you’re a Middle. What’s your preferred age? Where’s the sweet spot for you? If there is any.”

“It’s strange. I feel like I’m in flux. Before you entered my life, I considered myself a fourteen- to fifteen-year-old Middle. But now, I’m not so sure.”

“Why?”

“It’s you, Daddy. How you are with me. You’re so caring, so involved in my well-being, and so protective, I can lower my guard and relax. I don’t have to be Middlish to defend myself, because you’re here, watching over me. So a younger Emily is coming out of the closet.” She laughed at the reference even though it was the absolute truth about her.

“Thank you, sweet Emmy. I’m your Daddy in every sense of the word. I will cherish, discipline, and spoil you when the time is right and if you’ve earned it. No one will dare hurt you. But there’s more to talk about.”

“There is?”

“Sure. You have a strong libido and a vivid imagination. How do you feel about having sex during ageplay?”

Struggling with the response, she bent her head. What if she angered him?

“I don’t always want sex, Daddy.”

“Makes sense. How do you feel about baked desserts?”

“They’re yummy.”

“Then our second safeword is cupcake. You’ll use cupcake when young Emily wants to play with toys, watch superhero movies, dress up, and things like that. Activities that don’t involve sex and safeguard your… Is there a name for that age?”

Delighted with his clear understanding, she nodded. “Yes. A Tween.”

“Good. A Tween. We’re making progress.”

Not that it was physically possible, but she burrowed deeper within his chest, or pretended she could. Cutter had opened a door for her to step through. At the other side, support, sensitivity, and limitless acceptance waited for her within the shelter of his arms. After a lonely lifetime of hiding and covering up, these days of honesty and nonjudgmental learning would remain embedded in her grateful heart forever.

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