Page 12 of Koa's Little Girl
“Aspen and Pippa are awesome. They wanted to stay with me, but I sent them inside to greet their daddies and tell you where I was. I have Jellybean with me for protection,” Giana explained, nodding at the stuffie sitting in the passenger seat.
“Hi, Jellybean. Aren’t you pretty? I’m glad to see you’re helping Giana. Thank you for keeping my little girl company,” Koa told her.
Giana wrapped her arms back around his neck and hugged herself tighter to him. “I think the guards were concerned I was up to no good, but when I told them I was waiting for you, they were super nice.”
Koa laughed. Those guards knew everyone’s business. “They must have guessed you were the one who left a note for me with the day crew. Will you come home with me, Giana?”
“I’d love to, but my shift starts in an hour. I’m really glad you got home in time so I could see you. I’m so sorry I have to rush off.”
He pulled back slightly to scan her. “I didn’t even notice you were wearing your uniform. How long’s your shift?”
“Twenty-four hours. Then I have some time off because I grabbed some extra shifts while you were gone. As the captain, Iwork with all the shifts on a rotation, so I see how everything is going with each crew.”
“You have a lot of responsibility, Flame.” He couldn’t rip her clothes off here and show her how much he cared for her. Resigned to celebrating with her in twenty-five hours, he asked, “How did you get to be the captain so quickly?”
The guys had posed that question while they were deployed, and Koa hadn’t known. That had earned him some ribbing about what they did other than talk when they were together. Good-natured teasing, of course. The team knew exactly how long he’d known Giana.
“A combination of knowledge, skills, and luck, I guess. I have a criminology degree. I did a stint as a parole officer, but it quickly became too dangerous,” Giana admitted, shaking her head. “Unfortunately with the increasing violence endangering first responders of all kinds, my degree moved me up the chain of command in the fire department as a needed resource.”
“And that’s safer for you?”
“Definitely. I mean risks are everywhere, but I’m out with an entire team instead of meeting with dangerous individuals alone now.”
“An excellent reason to make a switch, little girl. Were you hurt?” Koa kept his tone steady, despite his urge to take care of anyone who’d lifted a finger against her. Judging by her expression, there was more to the story than Giana simply taking a bit of time before starting a different career. Instantly, he was concerned about her safety, even if something had happened a few years ago.
“No, but several close calls. I lost my nerve, giving off the wrong vibe to bad guys. I had to make a change.”
“I’m glad you did, Flame.” Koa forced himself to relax. He didn’t ask any more questions. His little girl was brave to face the truth head on.
She nodded and continued, “Anyway, I needed a break when I left criminal justice, so I went to my relative’s farm to relax for a while. My grandfather had worked as a volunteer firefighter years ago. When I was sulking around, he set up an obstacle training course. To his complete surprise, I was a natural. He decided I must have inherited his side of the family’s strength.” Giana laughed and flexed her biceps.
“Being a firefighter has a huge physical component,” Koa agreed. He’d very definitely noticed her toned muscles.
“He said my butt’s big to store all my power,” Giana shared with a laugh that contained a bit of self-consciousness.
“Funny, I thought your adorable butt was made for me to spank.”
Her face blushed pink, and she dropped her forehead down to his shoulder. “That really turns me on,” she admitted.
“A good girl spankingshouldturn you on. A bad girl spanking—not so much.”
“I don’t plan to be bad. I mean, I know there are Littles who brat. Aspen and Pippa admitted they sometimes deliberately do the wrong thing. I can’t see myself doing that.”
“A spanking can be a release if you’re stressed or upset. Crying effectively releases all those pent-up feelings. Can you tell me if you need some extra discipline?” Koa asked, leaning back to scan her face.
Giana pressed her nose to his shirt and shook her head.
“Daddy needs to see you, Flame. I want to make sure you’re okay,” Koa said sternly. He cupped her cheeks and tilted her beautiful face up. She chewed on her bottom lip. Koa guessed she was fretting about his answer.
“This is a tough conversation to have in a few minutes. Would you feel better if I tell you I will give you whatever you need: a spanking, a hug, tender lovemaking, urgent sex, timeas a very little Little. We’ll experiment with everything and see what works for us.”
Giana’s breath gusted from her lungs. Her features softened as the tension drained from her expression. “I would enjoy experimenting and knowing that I don’t have to do it again if I don’t like it. Or you don’t enjoy it,” she added quickly.
“I’ll be honest. I have some hard limits. How about if I send you a list of activities anyone might explore in a BDSM relationship, and you can check it out if you have free time and privacy at work?”
“Hard limits mean those things you don’t want to do?” she asked.
When he nodded, Giana hesitated. Helping her, he clarified, “I’m not a fan of knife or blood play, strap-ons, and humiliation. Can you live without those?”
