Page 55 of Iron Hearts

She took a while to answer and that was because it was a novel of a text.

I’m sure. I mean, it’s already kind of been rung, hasn’t it? Besides, just talking about something else is helping so much. It was a really bad dream and after knowing you, even for such a short time, I have a feeling you’re about to school me on some things that people just easily wave off or make fun of when it’s honestly kind of wholesome and I guess now I also want to understand because FOMO.

FOMO: Fear of Missing Out. Interesting.

There are some wholesome aspects to it,I said.There are a lot of unwholesome aspects to it too. It’s definitely not as black and white as people make it out to be.

I waited; I was stalling like a pussy here. I really didn’t want to lose out on talking to her. She had quickly become the highlight of my fuckin’ day when my phone went off and it was her on the other end.

Why do I feel like you’re afraid to tell me?She asked the question with a smiley face at the end. The one with the open mouth.

I was honest with her:I am. I don’t want you to stop talking to me.

You’re serious?

As a heart attack baby girl. Talking to you is the highlight of my day.

She sent back the emoji where the thing was tearing up and about to cry and I laughed to myself.

Don’t waste any tears on me, baby. Not worth it.

She came back with:They’re happy ones, though!

For real?I asked.

Yeah! Nobody’s ever said anything like that about me before.

I resisted the urge to tell her that was because she’d only fucked with insecure little boys and hadn’t had a real man, yet – but that shit would have come off as arrogant and douchey, even if it was the truth.

Well, I’m glad I could be the first,I said, and hoped it sounded humble enough.

I had almost convinced myself that I’d gotten her off the subject of the Daddy Dominant/Little Girl dynamic, when she circled right back around to it.

So… are you going to school me, Daddy?She put the little purple smiling demon emoji behind it and I felt a low growl crawl up my throat.

First of all,I said.It’s Daddy, with a capital ‘D’ always. It’s a title or honorific, if you will. Secondly, be careful what you wish for, little girl… some lessons come with spankings.

I smiled, I was teasing, but also a little worried that with the loss of nuance, that it might come off wrong via text.

LMAO! OMG! So why isn’t ‘little girl’ capitalized, then?she asked.

It was fixing to be a long fuckin’ night at this rate, but if she was game, then I was game…

Because in this dynamic, you’re the little girl, or the submissive.

A GIF started loading and I lost my shit, it was the ‘shocked Pikachu’ one where it was the little cartoon that was just all‘huuuuh?’mouth hanging open and the camera zooming in.

So, this is totally like, a Fifty Shades of Gray BDSM thing?The question was so cute, and innocently asked. I couldn’t help but smile until my fuckin’ face hurt.

BDSM, yes – Fifty Shades of Gray? Fuck no. The only thing that kept that shit from being a Criminal Minds mini-series was the fact the dickwad was a billionaire.

I think she put in so many crying from laughter emojis because she held down the button on them as she laughed uncontrollably on the other end of things for a solid, few minutes. I could get behind that – because for real, that whole saga was nothing but manipulation and sort of abuse. Not to mention pretty fuckin’ vanilla.

Okay, that was funny,she came back with.For real, though, I want to understand… so teach me.

Okay, we weren’t going to un-ring this bell. I guess in for a penny, in for a fuckin’ pound. I would rather she know from someone that knew what the hell they were talking about and had a mind to keep her safe, rather than some fuckin’ bitch ass wannabe out there that could and would manipulate and hurt her under the guise of kinky fun times.

Let me get ready for and into bed, then let the lesson begin, I guess.

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