Page 84 of Accepting Love

All three of them watch me closely. I know this is a test. A trial of sorts. It won’t matter if I say something awkward or panic. I’m among friends. It gives me a boost of confidence and allows me to test the waters without fear of judgment.

We’re at the restaurant for two hours. I never once panic. I feel as comfortable in my skin as I’m capable of. It’s been the most relaxing adult evening I’ve ever experienced.

When we leave, I’m happy. So happy it’s hard to keep from giggling. Somehow I manage though. Until we drop Lucy and Master Roman off at their house. The moment Daddy and I are alone—with the exception of the driver—I start giggling. It’s like I need the release.

I’ve been holding my emotions at bay for hours. All kinds of emotions. They’ve all collided to come out in a fit of giggles.

Kingston starts laughing too as he pulls me onto his lap. He tickles me, making it worse.

Tears are running down my cheeks by the time I stop laughing. We’ve arrived at the house.

Kingston helps me climb out of the limo, says a few things to the driver, and then escorts me into the house.

“You haven’t been to your house in days,” I point out as he locks the door behind us.

He shrugs. “I don’t care about my house.” He pulls me into his arms. “I only care about home, and home is wherever you want to be.”

I rise onto my tiptoes and kiss him. “Thank you. For everything. I’m the luckiest woman in the world. Except when I’m a lucky Little girl. Then I’m the luckiest Little girl in the world.”

Kingston runs his hands up my back, holding me close. “Let’s go upstairs. I’ll show you how lucky you are,” he teases.

My panties grow wet at the suggestion and I nearly race up the stairs with Kingston on my heels. When we get to our bedroom, he grabs me from behind and lowers the zipper on my dress until the black material falls down my shoulders.

He helps me step out of it and removes my flats. After turning to drape my dress over a chair, he spins back around and freezes. His gaze roams up and down my body. I’m wearing nothing but a black lace bra and panty set, the bracelet, the necklace, and a hair clip.

“Stay still,” he orders in a husky voice as he slowly circles me.

Goosebumps rise all over my skin under his scrutiny. It’s a struggle to keep my hands at my sides.

“You’re so sexy, angel,” he breathes.

I shudder. “You’re pretty handsome yourself,” I respond as he removes his clothes. He takes his time, giving me a show while I stand in the middle of the room where he left me.

I want him to touch me, but he doesn’t hurry. He’s completely naked and mouthwatering by the time he trails a finger down between my breasts and along the seam of my lace bra. “I’m going to take this bra and panties off. Would you like to keep the jewelry, angel?”

I shake my head. “No, Sir.” I don’t wear either form of jewelry when I’m in bed with him. I straddle both my personalities back and forth and he doesn’t seem to mind. I love the dominance, but it tugs on my Little. I love the way he touches me too, which pulls out my adult.

It’s a combination, and it works for us. It’s sweet and sexy and loving and tender.

Daddy removes my lingerie and then my jewelry and the clip in my hair. As it tumbles over my shoulders, he cups my breasts and thumbs my nipples.

My breath hitches and I rise onto my toes, palming his chest.

“I’m so proud of you,” he tells me for the tenth time. His hands slide up to cup my face and he holds my gaze. “I love you, Carolina.”

“I love you too, Kingston.” It’s so easy to say. The words have been right there on the tip of my tongue for days. It feels like we’ve been together for years instead of days.

Kingston is the perfect Daddy. He’s my rock. My security. My safety net. He’s my life. I lean into him, needing the contact. I need him inside me. “Make love to me, Daddy.”

He smiles. “Gladly, Little one.” He swoops me off my feet and carries me to the bed. “Do you need your bottom spanked first, angel?”

I nod greedily. “Yes, please.” I roll onto my tummy in the middle of the bed and present my bottom to him. A good spanking will help me relieve the stress of a long day of adulting.

I’m glad we don’t have to be anywhere for the next several days. I need some recuperation time in my favorite headspace.

Epilogue

Six months later…

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