Page 56 of Honey, Honey
Another quick inhale of breath. “You would.”
I smiled in spite of my nervousness. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“How verbal do you like your Daddy?”
“Very,” I said, ducking my head, chin to my chest, pulling my robe tighter. “I like it when he calls me bad names, but only when we’re having sex, or playing.”
“What about when you’re not? What do you want him to call you then?”
I looked up and saw that he was watching me closely and the rush of having Law’s undivided attention hit me again. It was addictive like a drug I couldn’t get enough of. He’d been worried about me being drunk but the man severely underestimated how his attention had me twisted up and feeling like I was halfway to tipsy.
“Only sweet names then.”
“Like princess?”
“Among other things,” I said, playing at being nonchalant, but I knew he was reading me as easily as a book. He knew I liked it. I’d bet anyone twenty bucks he was going to be calling me princess a lot more after this talk.
He hummed, and leaned back in his chair. “You have a praise kink, don’t you?”
I shifted uncomfortably because that was usually something a Dominant figured out during our play, not before. I guessed it was a bit obvious with how his few well placed ‘good girls’ had affected me. “Yes.”
“I like that. I like that very much.”
I felt that familiar warmth of pleasure spread through my chest even though I hadn’t done anything, but still. Law was happy, he was pleased, and that gave me satisfaction.
“I don’t like other partners,” I told him. “I don’t share well, and I don’t want to be shared either.”
“Good. If you’re mine,” My eyes practically fell out of my head at that, but they nearly rolled right off the bed and fell onto the floor when he said, “you’re mine. All of you.”
“Oh.”
“Would that be a problem for you if we…” his voice trailed off and he turned his head, eyes on the floor for a second before they came back to my face, “decided we wanted a long term arrangement.”
“Yes,” I said automatically. “That’s absolutely fine. It’s perfect.” Normally, I might have been worried that I was agreeing too quickly to something, but not this. Not with Law. Because if I agreed to this then I had all of him too, no one else would put their hands on my...on my…
“Are you a Daddy?” I asked when I realized I didn’t know.
“I am. Been one for 15 years.”
Fuck yes. FUCK.YES.
The breath punched out of my lungs because the thing I’d been wishing for, hoping for, ever since he’d said I was his girl, since he’d threatened to spank me in the private room at dinner, god, it was true.
“That makes me happy,” I told him.
“Me too, Honey.” He sucked on his teeth and then sighed. “But as happy as that makes me, it’s time for you to go to bed.”
I pouted because I didn’t want to go to bed, so I told him. “I don’t want to go to bed. I want to finish this conversation.”
“You’re exhausted. Can hardly keep your eyes open.” Law rose from his chair and was pulling off his jacket as he went. He stopped in front of the closet I’d pulled the robe from and hung it up there while he loosened his tie. “You’re going to bed now. We can finish our talk in the morning.”
I opened my mouth to protest but a yawn escaped me and I cursed silently. So much for trying to insist that I was fine. He was right. I was tired. The night had been a roller coaster of emotions from anxiety to fear, happiness and sadness, and now this.
This could only be described as sexual tension. No, frustration. That was it.
I knew Law was a Dom. A Daddy. And yet, I was too tired to do one thing with that knowledge and we both knew it. Law was doing the right thing by putting my ass to bed, but that didn’t mean I was going to go willingly.
“I’m fine,” I said again. “We can keep talking. Honest.”
