Holy unicorn poop.
This place was epic! A squeal of excitement escaped her. Whoa. Where had that even come from?
She didn’t know. Didn’t care. There was so much that she wanted to do. She wanted to play on the slide, no, she wanted to go on the swing, wait there was a merry-go-round too.
“Merry-go-round! Slide! Swing!” She darted back and forth, unsure where to go next.
“Whoa, Little girl. Calm down,” he said, grabbing hold of her around the waist. He picked her up, but her feet kept moving, as though she was trying to run through the air.
“No, no, Daddy! Put me down!” she yelled.
Then she froze.
Oh. Cupcakes.
Tobias lethimself smile for a brief moment as she called him Daddy. Maybe it was a bit premature for him to feel so happy about that. And perhaps he was even being the slightest bit manipulative in bringing her here.
But he didn’t give a fuck.
He wanted her to see him as a Daddy.
As her Daddy.
He wanted her to trust him with all of her. But most of all, he wanted her to be comfortable with her Little. To be able to embrace her Little.
Which is just what she was doing.
And man, he felt about a hundred feet tall being able to give her this.
He turned her around and cupped her chin in his hand. “You trust me.”
“I . . . I . . .”
“You. Trust. Me.” He said the words slowly and firmly. It wasn’t a question.
She trusted him.
“Yes. I trust you.”
“Then trust me with everything.”
Her cheeks were red. “I didn’t mean to call you Daddy.”
“You gave me that. That’s fucking amazing and it’s special. Doesn’t matter what you meant to do, it’s what felt right in the moment. And I liked it.”
“You did?” she whispered.
“Don’t say anything I don’t mean.”
“I, um, but we’re not . . . I mean, you and I aren’t . . . ”
“We don’t have to be,” he told her. “We can just be friends. But we can also be more.”
Her eyes widened but he was growing tired of slow and delicate.
It was time to make a move.
“You . . . are you saying that you’d want that?” she asked. “A relationship . . . with me?”