Page 30 of Defended
He pushed those thoughts away and moved toward her with ground-eating strides. There were several Doms already eyeing her and she looked like she might run at any moment, neither of which he found acceptable. Perhaps he should have waited outside for her, but since he'd been early... It didn't matter.
Next time hopefully she'd agree to letting him pick her up or meeting him somewhere beforehand so they could arrive together.
The second she saw him, her entire face lit up, and her obvious tension disappeared. She stood a little straighter, shoulders relaxing, before blushing and ducking her head slightly. Her hair had been put in two low ponytails and her hands went to one of them, stroking the strands nervously. Though the sharp edge of her anxiety appeared to have evaporated, he wasn’t surprised to see a little nervousness remained.
Reaching her, Kawan held out his hand.
"Hello, baby girl," he said, waiting until she put her fingers in his before he tugged her closer. She looked up at him and he took the opportunity to brush his lips over hers, making her blush and squirm.
They'd kissed at the bowling alley, but for some reason she was more wide-eyed, more nervous tonight. Or was she just pretending to be? He shoved the little niggle of suspicion away. It made perfect sense that she'd be more nervous in Black Light than on a regular date.
"Hello um, Sir. Daddy." Another deep blush.
Kawan grinned. "Sir Daddy? I'll take it."
That made her giggle and relax again. She looked down at her outfit. "Did... Do I look okay?"
There was a note of vulnerability in her voice that tugged at him, the needy lilt of a submissive who wanted approval for a decision she'd made. That she wantedhisapproval gave him a sense of satisfaction that he hadn’t felt in far too long.
"You look perfect, sweetie. Come on. We should talk before our scene."
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We should talk.
Those had to be the most hated words in the English language, and if Kawan hadn't had a tight grip on her hand, she might have run right then and there. As if sensing her reaction, he looked down at her and smiled warmly.
"It's nothing bad, little one, I just want to go over the limits list you sent me."
Oh yeah, that didn't sound embarrassing or anything. "Wasn't the point of sending it so that wewouldn'thave to talk about all of those things?"
Forward motion ground to an immediate, screeching halt, and Kawan turned to loom over her with a stern look on his face. Whoops.
"There are still details to be discussed," he said, his voice deepening slightly and making her body tingle in reaction. "For instance, how many things you'd like to try tonight." His dark eyes glinted. "Or I could just work my way through the whole list."
The whole list? Melody's breath stuttered at the thought. "Talking sounds good."
He chuckled. "That's what I thought." One eyebrow lifted. "And what do you call me when we're in the club, baby girl?"
Warmth heated her cheeks even as it filled her chest.
"Daddy." She barely recognized her voice, it was so whispery and high, but Kawan—Daddy—didn't seem to mind. He just dipped his head down for another kiss. Melody's eyelashes fluttered as his lips pressed against hers, much more firmly than the kiss he'd greeted her with. More like the kiss from their date.
Her free hand pressed against his chest as the fingers of her other hand tightened around his. When his head lifted, she automatically went up on her toes, clinging to the kiss. Reluctantly, she lowered back down to her heels with a sigh once their lips parted and opened her eyes to find him gazing at her with a look she definitely recognized.
It wasn't one she'd seen often, but she knew it when she saw it. And if she had the slightest uncertainty about the lust in his gaze, the thick erection pressing against the lower edge of her corset confirmed that he was highly aroused. So was she.
"Sir Daddy is also acceptable," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Yeah, she wasn't going to live that one down apparently. She was just going to have to get used to thinking of him as Daddy, or at least Daddy Kawan, in her head while they were at Black Light, so that she got used to actually calling him that.
"Can we talk fast, Daddy?" she asked hopefully, and a little breathlessly.
"Absolutely, baby girl." His fingers gave hers another reassuring squeeze before pulling her along. The way he was dressed gave her no clues about what his plans for the night were. He was wearing a similar outfit from last week, slacks and a dress shirt that was rolled up to his elbows. Sexy as hell, but definitely not themed in any way. She nearly squealed when she realized where he was headed—the medical room.
The room was right next to where she'd come in and set up exactly like a doctor's examining room, complete with a padded table and sterile looking counters. Of course, she'd never seen an examining table with restraints on it. A little shiver went up her spine.
"Are we going to play doctor, Daddy?" she asked nervously. That was something she'd marked as being curious about on the list she'd sent him, but she hadn't expected to jump right in. Should she call him doctor instead of daddy?
