Page 45 of Trained By Her Daddy

John’s eyes shot upward. “Who can tell me the difference between Memorial Day and Veteran’s Day?”

“Ooh, ooh, I know, I know,” I said waving my hand in the air proudly.

“Go ahead, tell me sweetie.”

Jake stifled a chuckle as he leaned forward. “Yes, and I’d like to hear the answer as well.”

“Memorial Day was created to honor the many American men and women who died in military service. On Veterans’ day, we honor all military veterans, living and dead.”

“I must’ve missed that class,” Jake mumbled sarcastically to John, shaking his head.

“It goes to show we never stop learning.” As my words spilled in a matter of fact tone, I crossed one arm over the other. “But we’re still grilling hamburgers and hot dogs tonight, right, Daddy… I mean, John?” Fuck. At that point, there was no way to erase my mistake. The kitty had just leapt out of the damn proverbial bag, and my cheeks heated instantly.

One of Jake’s eyebrows arched higher than the other. “Come on, Lori, I’m the last person you need to hide your secret from. But what I really want to know—is if there’s a manuscript on the horizon for me to publish. Because if I remember correctly, you originally agreed to be trained in this Daddy/Little girl lifestyle, so you could write intelligently about it. So, it only makes sense that you’d be sending me a story by now. Honestly, you’ve been living here for quite a while, so you must be ready for your document to be edited, right? I can hardly wait to read it—I’ll bet it’s exactly the kind of scorching hot novel my target audience would enjoy.”

My anxious eyes darted from Jake to John, and then I lowered my head. Jesus. I knew we’d eventually have to give him the news—and I’d been worried how he’d take it. “I am working on a manuscript, but it’s a new murder mystery for a series I’ve published.”

“I see,” Jake said with disappointment, pushing himself backward on the black leather recliner. “Is there a reason you aren’t writing an erotic spanking story? You know, like the one I was promised?”

John pointed one finger in the air. “If you’re looking for someone to blame—the buck stops here. Originally, Lori intended for her next novel to mirror our new relationship—but I discouraged her. There’s no doubt that a twenty-four-year old woman trained in the D/s lifestyle so she could write about it from experience would be the perfect narrative for your readers. But when our relationship became personal, I decided our story shouldn’t go public. Lori respected my feelings, and she’s acted accordingly.”

“Things were going so well for me and your dad,” I added nervously, wringing my hands. “I-I didn’t want to cause a problem. After all, John is…”

“Yeah, yeah. He’s the head of this house. I get it, I get it,” Jake said, rubbing the base of his neck. “But with all this new knowledge—you couldn’t conjure up a fantasy that didn’t reflect your present living situation? Come on, I’m sure it’s done all the time.”

Okay. He had a valid point, so I needed to search my brain quickly for a sound explanation. “Having someone really care for me has turned my life upside down, and I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. To tell you the truth, Jake, I tried to come up with a completely new storyline, but nothing was gelling for me. So, I decided instead of struggling with it, I’d create the type of fiction which does come easy to me.”

John winked at his son. “Murder mysteries, of course.”

“Murder mysteries,” Jake mouthed while closing his eyes tight.

“This lifestyle is still new to her, Jake. For God’s sake, she’s only been living here for a few months and her priorities have changed.”

He exhaled a frustrated sigh. “I’m obviously disappointed, but it looks like you two are happy together, and in the end, I suppose it’s all that matters. You won’t have any trouble from me—all I’m asking is to be kept in the loop. Can you do that please?”

“No more secrets,” I assured, throwing an eye to John.

“If my son wants to stay in the loop, it might be a good idea for him to visit a bit more often.”

“I’m all in, Dad. All either of you need to do is call.”

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