Page 26 of Johnny Gun

“Blade’s wife and son live in their half of the clubhouse. Samesetup as yours. She’s Little and he’s her Daddy Dom. Through them, I learned about age-play dynamic. I’ve been a Dominant all my life, but watching Blade and Cel interact, I realized something was missing in my life. I wanted a similar relationship.”

“So my stories didn’t exaggerate. Some couples do have Daddy/Little relationships.”

“Successfully and happily, I might add.” He chuckled. “I haven’t read your books, but I’m sure they’re accurate, or pretty close to the mark. Age play has been around for a long time. I can’t wait to show you how it all works as we go along. Most of the guys in Garden City are Daddies. But to me you’re the miracle. The way Deacon kept you isolated from the world, I’m amazed you’ve discovered this lifestyle is for you. I think your dad meant well, but it’s time you stepped out of the cave.”

“My father’s changed. He used to be funny and open, but after my mother died, he turned grumpy and guarded. He shut himself off and us with him. I think he fears losing us too.”

“And this isn’t fair to you either. You have a right to live. When this is over, I’ll take you to Nightshade. It’s a kink club in Garden City where people like us can act out their desires and play in an accepting environment. There’s a whole world for you to explore, and I’m going to show you everything there’s to see.”

“You like this Nightshade place, don’t you?” Her eyes crinkled with mischief.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because you gave it a hell of an endorsement. Almost like a TV commercial.”

“Hmm… I think I have a brat in the making here.” Slowly, he stood and pulled her up with him. “Disciplining you is going to be so much fun.” He grasped her shoulders.

“Discipline?” she asked, eyes wide.

“Yes, princess. Discipline,” he crooned as his right hand slid to herhip and lightly sat on her butt cheek in an insinuating motion. “What all little girls need and secretly desire from their Daddies. A good spanking at the right time goes a long way to eliminate bad habits. Which reminds me.” He let go of her butt, then pulled her to the window. Picking up one of the sheer curtains, he said, “You have to be careful. Don’t just open the curtains and show yourself to anyone.”

“I didn’t realize. The sound surprised me, and I?—”

“No. You hear a knock at the door or a window, don’t go running to see who it is. Stop and peek first. Check who’s on the other side. Safety is everything, especially when it comes to you. My Little girl isn’t allowed to take chances or put herself in harm’s way. If I catch you opening a door or window without checking first, I’ll spank that beautiful heinie until you beg for mercy. Understood?”

Isolde’s hand went to her butt. She rubbed the cheek he’d fondled as if he’d spanked her already.

“Not yet, princess.” He laughed. “Soon enough, you’ll feel the erotic burn of your first spank, and your life won’t be the same again.” He kissed her forehead, then stepped out through the open window.

As he slid the pane closed from the outside, he whispered, “Remember to get a few things ready and choose one stuffie to take with you. Maybe the cute rabbit on your bed.” He winked. “Lock the window when I go. Try to get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning, beautiful.” He slid the pane down and listened as Isolde set the locks. Satisfied she was safe, he slunk back to his bedroom.

Deacon’s light was off as he passed. The man slept. Johnny G had a quiver of regret thinking about the anguish he’d inflict on Deacon very soon.

For the sake of Isolde’s safety, this pain was necessary. Eventually, Deacon would understand.

Endless minutes went by as Isolde—her heart and mind racing—stared at the spot in the window where her Johnny had climbed out. She was a mass of nerves and excitement.

My Johnny.

Yes.

Without any time to adapt, her fantasy had become a reality, and the realization was staggering. An abyss existed between the make-believe situations of her erotic books, fantasies, and fact. Life had thrust a monumental decision before her. Could she accept a flesh-and-blood Daddy Dominant in her life without holding back, obey his bidding in every way, change her behavior patterns forever? Because that was exactly what Johnny Gun brought with him.

Am I ready to commit?

Yes.

Doubts? Hesitation?

None.

Anxious?

Shit, yes.

Walking away from the window, she returned to the edge of her bed. She sat, and, with an ache in her chest, she studied the cute, precious items she’d collected ever since her Little personality woke up. Folding her arms, she evaluated the situation.

Johnny, she loved with every fiber of her being. Her feelings were crystal clear on this. That she wanted to spend her life with him was the biggest truth she knew. However, after the death of her mother, Isolde had learned to take her time making decisions. This situation broke the pattern. She would’ve preferred to go slowly on this. As she’d told Johnny, she wanted time to allow the men in her life to know and like each other. But the Wolves’ threat had brought urgency to their circumstances. The luxury of timehad been snatched away. Tonight, she had a few hours to decide. Period.

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