Page 22 of Puck Me Daddy

My pulse roared in my ears, a thunderous beat that drowned out all other sounds. Warmth flooded my body, a heat that started at my core and radiated outwards, leaving me feeling flushed and dizzy. I returned the kiss, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. The plastic balls shifted around us, their cool hardness a stark contrast to the warmth of Demian's body pressed against mine.

When we finally broke apart, I felt breathless—from the kiss, from the sheer novelty of this new dynamic, from the raw intensity of emotions coursing through me. Demian brushed astrand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my skin, his touch grounding me in the moment.

"You're amazing, Tilly," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Your trust, your willingness to explore . . . it means more to me than you can imagine."

I smiled, feeling an effervescent rush of acceptance and possibility. This was uncharted territory, a blend of vulnerability and exhilaration that left me craving more. With Demian by my side, I felt safe, seen, and cherished in a way I never had before. And in that moment, surrounded by a sea of colorful balls, I knew I was exactly where I belonged.

We emerged from the ball pit, the soft mat squeaking under our feet, plastic balls clinging to our clothes. Demian reached out, brushing a stray ball off my shoulder, his fingers grazing my neck. I shivered at his touch, a spark igniting beneath my skin.

"You look adorable in that outfit, Tilly," he said, his voice low and warm, like a gentle rumble of thunder. I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, my heart still pounding from our kiss.

He took a step closer, his hand cupping my elbow. “You want to play some more, sweetheart? Maybe on the slide?”

I swallowed. Was there any way I could tell him that all I wanted to do right now was kiss some more? I shook my head, lost for words.

"I don't want this day to end just yet," he said, his gray eyes searching mine. "I want to spend more time with you, but not here. Come back to my place?"

My breath hitched, my mind racing. I knew what he was asking, what he wanted. More intimacy, more exploration. A chance to dive deeper into this dynamic we'd started. My heart hammered against my ribs, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through me. I could feel the heat of his body, could see the rise and fall of his chest. He was waiting, giving me space to decide.

I looked up at him, his chiseled jawline, his expressive eyes, the slight parting of his lips. I wanted more. More of his touch, more of his warmth, more of this feeling of belonging. I felt a smile tug at the corners of my mouth, a warmth spread through me.

"Yes, Daddy," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, please."

His face lit up, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. He took my hand, his large fingers wrapping around mine, making me feel small, protected. We walked towards the exit, our shoulders brushing, our hands swinging gently between us. Each step sent a thrill through me, a mix of anticipation and excitement. I was stepping into the unknown, but with Demian by my side, I felt safe, ready to explore.

Chapter 7

Istepped inside Demian'spenthouse, my heart thudding with anticipation. The scent of leather and sandalwood greeted me, familiar and comforting. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden hue over the room.

My eyes swept over the sleek modern furniture, taking in the details I'd missed last night. In the daylight, the place seemed warmer, less intimidating.

Demian closed the door behind us, and we hung our coats on the coat rack. He guided me to the couch, his strong hand resting on the small of my back. As we sat down, I felt a flutter in my stomach. This time was different; there were no contracts to review, no signatures to give. Just the promise of a deeper connection waiting to unfold.

"Are you okay, Tilly?" Demian asked, his voice steady and reassuring. His gray eyes met mine, searching for any hint of hesitation.

I took a deep breath and nodded. "I'm a bit nervous, but excited too."

He smiled, his chiseled jaw softening. "We can take things slow. Whatever pace you need."

I bit my lip. “I’m not sure slow is what I want.”

Demian chuckled. “Interesting.”

We restated our boundaries, ensuring mutual respect and clarity before anything more intimate began. Demian gave us a safeword, “Frosty”, which we could use any time we needed things to stop without judgment. I appreciated his concern, knowing that he valued consent and clear communication above all else. As we talked, I felt the tension in my shoulders ease.

"Remember," Demian said, his hand gently covering mine, "you can always use your safeword if you need to stop. We're in this together."

I looked into his eyes, feeling the sincerity behind his words. "Thank you," I whispered, squeezing his hand in return. "I trust you."

Demian rested his hand gently on my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through me. My heart raced, and I could barely contain my excitement.

"Tilly," he began, his voice low and soothing. "Are you ready for a bit of playtime? Nothing serious, just some light discipline to set the mood."

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "I-I think so," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Good girl," he said, his fingers tracing circles on my leg. “I need to make it clear that you haven’t broken any rules, baby girl. I’m not disciplining you right now as a punishment. I’m disciplining you to show you what it feels like to have a strong Daddy. To show you how important it is to set boundaries for you, so that you can be safe and grow as a person. But most of all, I want to show you how it feels to be disciplined while you’re feeling relaxed. So you know it’s not something to be scared of. To show you that actually, it can be kinda fun.”

I nodded. “I think I get it. This is a test-run. To show me what’s in store for me if I step out of line.”

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