Page 22 of Protect Me Daddy

I sat up, propping myself against the couch cushions as I wiped the sweat from my brow. "I've been thinking about that too," I admitted, my cheeks flushing. "I . . . I don't want to lose the intense connection we share when we play our roles. But I also like being close to you, just . . . Tilly and Dwight."

Dwight nodded, his features softening. "I understand, and I feel the same way. I think we can have both. Our DD/lg dynamic helps us explore a deeper level of trust and intimacy, but itdoesn't have to consume our entire relationship. We can switch between our roles as needed, or even blend them if it feels right."

I bit my lip, considering his words. "I like the sound of that," I said at last. " But we need to set some ground rules, establish some boundaries."

"Absolutely." Dwight reached for a notepad and pen, settling them on his lap. "Let's start by writing down our hard limits and things we're uncomfortable with. This way, we'll always know what is and isn't acceptable between us."

We spent the next half-hour discussing our limits and fantasies, jotting them down in neat columns. Dwight's firm handwriting contrasted with my messy scrawl, but the act of openly communicating about our desires and fears brought us even closer.

"Now that we've got that out of the way," Dwight said, setting the notepad aside and tucking me under his arm again. "I want you to know how much I value your submission, Tilly, but also your trust as my partner."

"Thank you, Daddy," I said softly, snuggling into his embrace. "I . . . I've never felt this safe or understood before."

He kissed the top of my head, his lips warm and comforting. "That's what I'm here for, baby girl. And speaking of treats," he added, his voice taking on a playful tone, "tomorrow I'm taking you somewhere special. Time to meet some other people like us.”

Excitement bubbled in my chest. Hope bloomed in my heart.

Chapter 7

Igripped Dwight's handtightly as we approached the elegant brownstone, my heart fluttering like a caged bird. The Haven's exterior was unassuming, but I knew wonders awaited inside.

"You okay, princess?" Dwight's deep voice rumbled softly. “Nervous?”

I nodded, not trusting my voice. He squeezed my hand reassuringly as we passed through the discreet security checkpoint.

The moment we stepped inside, I was transported to a magical realm. Twinkling fairy lights cascaded from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the reception area. The sweet scent of vanilla and cotton candy enveloped me like a comforting hug.

"Welcome to The Haven," chirped a friendly voice. The receptionist—her name tag read 'Rachel'—smiled warmly, fuzzy cat ears perched atop her head. "First time?"

"Y-yes," I managed, my nerves easing slightly at her welcoming demeanor.

"You're going to love it here," Rachel assured me. "Let me know if you need anything at all."

Dwight's hand on the small of my back guided me forward. "Ready to explore, little one?"

I nodded eagerly, my earlier anxiety melting away as we ventured deeper into The Haven. Soft music drifted through the air, mingling with distant laughter and chatter.

Earlier that morning, as we’d prepared to leave Dwight’s place, Daddy had described The Haven to me as the city’s best and only age play club, a space where people like us could relax and be themselves without judgement, in a setting that was appealing and calm.

Even so, I hadn’t known quite what to expect. Would the place be gaudy and over the top? Would there be a bunch of subs wearing bondage gear trotting around on leashes?

So far, this place was exceeding my expectations. It was classy and private, with soft lighting and tasteful décor. Everyone seemed happy and smiley, and there wasn’t even a hint of any kind of creepy vibe.

“This place is so cool,” I whispered as we past a couple who waved kindly at us.

“It’s pretty special,” Dwight agreed. “But just you wait until you see what’s in here.” He gestured to a door with the word, “Playroom,” printed on it in cute balloon letters.

When he pushed the door open, I gasped in delight. Pastel murals adorned the walls - frolicking unicorns, soaring dragons, enchanted forests come to life. Plush, super-thick carpets in soothing hues were scattered with building blocks and stuffed animals.

"It's beautiful," I breathed, drinking in every detail.

Dwight chuckled warmly. "I knew you'd love it. Go on, princess. Take a look around."

I moved further into the room, marveling at the art stations brimming with markers in every imaginable color. A massive dollhouse caught my eye, intricate in its detail. Cozy reading nooks with oversized beanbags beckoned invitingly. There were half a dozen littles in here, all happily engaged in a variety of activities.

"Can we color?" I asked shyly, eyeing the art supplies longingly.

"Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you'd like."

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