Page 28 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
As I’m eating, Nellie is watching Brenda. She hasn’t touched her food or wine. In fact, she hasn’t even picked up her fork. She watches my housekeeper until she’s fully left the room before turning to me, looking me square in the eye.
“What exactly does a plaything do?” she asks me, point blank. She’s leaning forward, her hands folded on the table. “I mean, I get that I wander around in lingerie, but are there other things you expect?” she says tightly. Nellie sits back in her chair, wrapping her arms around herself.
I smile, glad that she finally asked. It makes explaining a whole lot easier. Iamsurprised it took her this long, though. The mystery had its own charm, but now, I want it all out in the open. It’s time to get rid of the gray areas.
“What it means is a life of luxury for you, Nellie. You can do whatever you want around the house. I have books, movies, music, there’s an entertainment room in the basement, a piano, a pool, and a tennis court. Basically, if you really want to be able to do something on the estate, you can. And, if it’s not already here, I can get it for you. You will want for nothing.”
I can see Nellie nodding. It looks like she’s into the idea, so I continue.
“There are really only two rules.” Her face perks up at the mention of rules. “You’re only allowed to wander around the grounds in lingerie. And secondly, you must be available to me 24/7.”
She’s staring at me, very little emotion on her face.
“That’s the part I want to know about.” Her brow furrows as she shifts in her seat. “What does that mean, ‘available to you’? Am I your maid or something? I don’t understand.”
I grin even more.
“What it means is I like to toy with my plaything. Have fun. We’ll play together.”
Nellie takes a deep breath.
“Does that include sex?” she asks, staring at me a little too hard. Her cleavage strains under the fabric of her dress.
I don’t even hesitate.
“Of course,” I answer. “Why? Did you expect us to be chaste? That would be strange given what we’ve already done, don’t you think?”
Nellie takes a another, deeper breath.
“Are you looking for kinky sex?” she asks, ignoring my question. “Like red rooms and bondage and all that other stuff?”
My eyebrows go up.
“Is that what turns you on?” That’s the most important aspect of this whole thing. Both of us should be having fun, and if someone needs to tap out, they should tap out.
“No,” she shakes her head vehemently. “That kind of stuff actually scares me. Not that it’s a bad thing if you’re into it. I just don’t think I’d be a good partner for that kind of activity.” I start to laugh, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks. Maybe that’s what has been holding her back. I guess being so in the dark can make the whole thing that much scarier.
“No, I like to have fun, but my first priority will always be your pleasure. If you’re not enjoying yourself then I won’t do it. It’s that simple. So no, I don’t have a crazy BDSM room or safe room or anything like that. We’re not here to “scene” or whatever practitioners like to call it.”
Nellie lets out a huge sigh of relief. Thatiswhat’s been keeping her concerned this entire time. I never even considered that that is what was making her hesitate.
I guess I’m just not used to reluctance. Most women throw themselves at me when they find out I can buy them things.
But I don’t mind getting to know one another either. After all, I’m getting a lot of much needed insight into Nellie, and she’s been charming and sweet. Hopefully, I can understand her better through our conversations. Plus, maybe now we’ll be able to move forward comfortably with this whole thing.
“So, that’s that, then?” Nellie asks with a hint of timidity.
“That’s that.”
She smiles and picks up her fork, finally getting herself a piece of the salmon. She places it in her mouth, slowing chewing the fish. I follow suit, going back to eating my dinner.
“How do you like your room?” I ask.
“Oh, it’s amazing. I’ve never lived somewhere so luxurious. Your home is so nice that I almost can’t believe it.” Pride swells up in me at the fact that I’m the one giving Nellie such a great place to live. She deserves to be a lady of leisure, never having to lift a finger if she doesn’t want to.
Which is why it pisses me off so much about Brian. What adult male acts the way he does? That crybaby needs to man up and take care of his own responsibilities.
But now is not the time to get into that.
