Page 39 of Needing Daddy

Chapter Fourteen

He was right, she lovedhis house. It was Victorian, built of yellow brick mellowed by age to a dark gold. A well-proportioned dwelling but any comparison she could make to their house in Dulwich ended there. This house had a narrow front garden laid behind a low brick wall built of the same honeyed brick as the house. A central flagstone path ran up to an imposing black front door flanked by three wide shallow steps. It was large and detached. David unlocked the door, his face aglow with pride.

Inside felt familiar. There were many similarities to the house they’d lived in together. The varnished parquet flooring in the hall for instance, and the way David had opened out the kitchen at the back of the house using wide bi-fold glass doors. The garden beyond appeared much smaller than the one they’d had in Dulwich. However, for Islington, it was a good-sized plot. Penny could easily picture Honey lying out there on the grass, enjoying the sunshine.

“Glass of wine?” David asked, crossing to a large American-style fridge.

“Um, do you have a Coke?” She could drink wine, but had always preferred the sweet cola taste of a Coke.

“I don’t, sorry. I have orange juice, any good for you?”

“Yes, please.”

He placed her juice on the kitchen table. “Let’s sit and talk for a moment.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

Once settled he took a sip of his wine then set it aside. Leaning on his elbows, he studied her.

She shifted under his gaze. “Is something wrong?” she asked self-consciously.

“No. Penny, I want to be your daddy dom. Fiona and I have long since parted ways. The women I have previously dated weren’t quite the match for me, whereas I think you and I might really suit each other.”

Her heart beat so loud she thought he would comment. She waited for him to continue but he fell silent gazing at her.Could it be this easy?

“Oh, okay.” A lame remark but she was too excited to form a coherent sentence.

“I don’t have a contract drawn up as yet. The contract I have covers submissives, not littles. I’ll get one put together for you to read as soon as I know what your preferences are.”

“C-contract?” What was he on about? He was her daddy, end of story.

He smiled. “Don’t look so surprised. In our kind of relationship where lines need to be drawn it would be foolhardy not to have a written agreement.”

“I-I see.” Yes, this was a very David thing. They’d had a contract when they were married that set out his rules, surprisingly few, and her safe words. “I understand, I agree.”

“Good. So what are your hard limits?” he asked, his blue eyes fixed intently on her face.

“I don’t like the cane.”

“Okay, not my tool of choice either, so no canes then. What else?”

“Nothing sexual when I’m in little mode,” she stated adamantly.

“Totally agree. I’m no pervert. I’m all for a bit of kink, but I want you as a fully grown female when participating in sex. When in little mode, what ages do you like to play as?”

“Not a baby, ever. Eight to ten years is how I picture myself when I’m a little. No nappies.”

“Aww, so no potty?” he asked with mock disappointment.

“I hate that wordpotty!” she sneered disdainfully.

He chuckled. “I confess it isn’t my favourite either. I’m relieved you are always an adorable little girl. I’m not into caring for full-grown babies. I’d rather wait for a real one when I’m an actual father.”

“I might not always be agood, well behaved little girl.” It was best to be honest.Honest?Who was she kidding? Thus far, she’d lied to him every step of the way. She fell silent.

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