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“I know, but what does that mean?” Because every single fiber in me wanted it to mean he was mine and I was his and we were going to see where this led. But I didn’t want to be pushy and needy. This had to be two-sided or it wasn’t worth pursuing.

“Well, that’s a different story altogether. It can mean whatever we want it to.” So not helping.

“And what do you want it to be, Daddy?” And back into his court I threw it.

“I want it to mean you’ll let me take care of you. I want it to mean you can find comfort in me. I want it to mean we’re together… neither of us with anyone else.”

Wow. He just put it all out there with such ease. How I wished I could do that. But no, I had to get all nervous and anxious.

“That sounds good to me.”

We went back and forth, hashing out things that were important to us. I didn’t like someone assigning punishments—I didn’t think it was necessary. And honestly, it made me behave worse, because theyou can’t tell me what to dovibe was strong in me.

Emory, on the other hand, was big into making sure his Littles ate well, which was something I was not very good at. Our needs were different, but they meshed pretty perfectly, and I was already feeling a thousand times better about us.

Everything left was just tiny details—things that would help us navigate this budding relationship better as we explored what worked for us.

“And I have one more rule,” Emory said, looking at me, waiting until our eyes locked.

“What’s that?” There was nothing he could ask for that I wouldn’t move heaven and earth to try and make happen.

“If we’re together, I want all your milk to come from me. I don’t want you spending money on other people’s when you have a whole supply next door.”

“But… that’s how you make your money.” Taking his income from him so that I got free milk wasn’t something I’d ever feel comfortable with.

“No, that’s how I get rid of my milk. The money is just extra and fine, but I’ve been known to donate considerable quantities when the need arose. And trust me, I have so much supply I can fulfill your needs and still provide for other people.”

“Well… if you’re sure, Daddy, I would love that.” I already wanted another taste. It was so stinking good.

“So now what?” I shoved my hands in my pockets and leaned against him.

“Now, we need to go on some dates—some Big dates, some Little dates, all kinds of dates.” That sounded like absolute bliss.

“I can’t tell you the last time I went on a date.” It wasn’t with the last two people I attempted a relationship with, that was for sure.

“Well, then, I’ll be happy to remind you just how wonderful they can be.”

But what Daddy didn’t realize was that, as long as he was there, it was wonderful. Full stop.

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After discussing it with Vinnie, we decided to go on a Big date first rather than Little, and he chose the local amusement park.

That was a good choice because we could wander around, eat something, go on rides, and leave when we’d had enough.

On Saturday afternoon, there was a sharp rap on my door. He was early, a good sign that he wanted to be with me and prolong our date.

Vinnie was dressed Big, but even so, he was cute. He wore a pink tee, navy shorts, a navy cap, and whiter-than-white sneakers. I guessed he’d washed them in the machine because they weren’t new.

He was carrying a small backpack, and I asked if he had water.

“Check and check.” His broad grin suggested he was so proud of himself

“What about sunscreen?”

Vinnie’s face fell. “I forgot.”

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