Page 1 of Tinley's Daddy
PROLOGUE
TINLEY
“Tinley, sweet girl, you need to sit still for me.” Damon placed his hands on my bouncing knee. I had been fidgety all day. My opposite foot twitched. I couldn’t contain my excitement. A friend of Damon’s, my Daddy, invited us to a club. A real BDSM club in the Red Light District in Amsterdam. Holy heck, I was excited.
We arrived in last night from Paris. Our European adventure had been in full swing and Amsterdam wasn’t on our list, but a Daddy Dom friend of Daddy’s suggested we add it and the club to the itinerary. The club had a Daddy/little’s night once a month. We hopped on the train and checked into a hotel. I had to be good the whole day. Longest day of my life. And, if I had been naughty, I was afraid Daddy would spank me in the hotel and not at the club like I had fantasized.
I leaned forward to stare out the front window. The club had sent a car for us. Proper posh. I learned that in London.
The driver pointed out some attractions on the way, but my brain was elsewhere. The bright lights and crowds of people heldmy attention. Along with the promise of a night of fun with my Daddy.
We pulled up in front of a four-story building painted light blue with dark shutters. It took up the entire block, but the main entrance sat right in the middle. I reached for my seat belt and my hand landed on Daddy’s. He narrowed his eyes, and I pulled my hand back.
Daddy was a super kind man, but he had rules. I seemed to have forgotten them all.
My brain buzzed, another English term, thinking about how we got here. Damon and I met in high school and went to the same college, even attended internships in New York at the same magazine. Me for graphic design and him for advertising. We hung out a few times in New York as friends, but on graduation night, we both attended a mutual friend’s party and discovered we were both heading back to New York with brand-new jobs and our whole lives ahead of us. We hooked up that night and had been together since.
It was a year into our relationship when we both felt we might not be right for each other. Deep down, we both had the same desires in a relationship but were too afraid to bring them up to each other. One day, I happened to be flipping through some photos on my phone, and I pulled up a series of photos of the two of us in Central Park. We were on a playground and Damon was pushing me on a swing. I studied the photo for a long time and burst into tears. Damon arrived at my place soon after. I jumped up and ran and leaped into his arms as soon as he walked in. He held me tight and whispered the sweetest things in my ear. He sat down on the couch with me in his lap and rocked me back and forth while rubbing my back.
When my sobs subsided, Damon kissed my forehead and my cheeks. I sat up and played with the buttons on his shirt, not wanting to look in his eyes. I couldn’t stand to see the look hehad lately. It was a look of someone who wanted the woman he loved to need him.
“I don’t want you to leave.” I didn’t recognize my own voice out loud. It sounded like the voice I used in my head when I was little. “I need you.” I peeked at his face and blinked. Tears pooled in his eyes.
“Oh, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He leaned in, but I leaned back.
“I think we need to talk first.”
That night, we both admitted we desired a different dynamic. Neither of us knew it had a name, or it was particularly kinky. We talked the rest of the day and night until Damon told me we needed to get some sleep and think about what we’d discussed. It happened so naturally you would have thought he had taken Daddy lessons overnight.
He made me dinner. Kraft macaroni and cheese with chicken tenders chopped up in it. We showered and Damon washed me from head to toe. He dried me off and sent me to brush my teeth while he finished showering. He dressed me in a T-shirt I had stolen from his house months ago. He guided me into bed, curled up behind me, and held me close. He whispered in my ear, “Sleep tight, little girl, Daddy’s got you.”
Silent tears fell from my eyes, but for the exact opposite reason than before. When I woke up, Daddy was there and has been there for me ever since.
The driver opened the car door and guided us into the club. The brightly lit entryway had a few people lounging around on overstuffed couches and chairs around a huge fireplace. I spotted a little sitting on her daddy’s lap, her feet swinging. She wore a cute pink dress, a black ruffled slip, and pink-and-black sparked tennis shoes. I headed toward her. Daddy pulled me back.
“Where are you going, sweet girl?” He gripped my hand.
“Her outfit is so cute.” I pulled at his grip. “I want to tell her.”
Daddy kneeled in front of me and placed his hands on my shoulders. “Is you complimenting her worth you getting your butt spanked?”
I gasped and my hands covered my butt.
“I was just being nice, Daddy.” My lower lip quivered involuntarily.
“You are a sweet girl, but you also need to remember the number one rule.” He ran his thumb across my lower lip. “Tell me the number one rule.”
“Stay close to Daddy at all times.” I stopped my eyes from rolling involuntarily.
“That’s my sweet girl.” He leaned in and kissed my nose, then smoothed down my purple dress. He adjusted the big black bow in the center of my chest. His hand brushed against my boobs, reminding me I wasn’t wearing a bra. He kissed my cheek and stood up. A man approached with a folder.
“Mr. Williams.” He held out his hand. “Hello. My name is Johnathan Sing. It is a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to The Edge Lounge.”
Daddy shook his hand. “Thank you for having us.”
They both turned to me. “This must be little Tinley.” He leaned down. “Oh dear, it seems you have forgotten something.”
I gasped and looked up at Daddy.
