Page 21 of Chance's Choice
His hazel eyes glint with mischief and that’s the only warning I get before his warm, wet tongue darts out and licks my finger, making me squeal and yank it away at the unexpected sensation. Then he’s tickling me, those thick fingers finding all of my most sensitive spots with insane accuracy (one of the many benefits of having known me for my childhood, I’m guessing). I’m giggling and squirming and absolutely loving the attention.
“Stop!” I laugh, trying half-heartedly to get away from the playful assault. “Stop, Daddy! Please! I’m gonna pee!”
He laughs and eases off, then tilts his head. “Diapers would take care of that.”
My face already felt flushed from laughing so hard, but it burns a little more at those words. ‘I’ve never…I mean, I’ve thought about it. But…”
“You’ve never had a Daddy or really indulged your Little side, I know.” Chance’s words are gentle now. His hand rubs up and down my back. “We should talk about that. About the stuff that interests you, the stuff you want to try, and the stuff you already know is off limits. And we should probably do that before you go any further into little space than you already are.” His hand cups my cheek as I feel my skin turn inexplicably hotter and avert my gaze. “Nope. Don’t be embarrassed. I’ve got a few friends who are fluid in their headspaces. I’m good with it, and I’m glad that you feel comfortable enough with me to relax like that already.”
“Yeah, well, it’syou.” I have no other way to explain it. “You’re my best friend.” Even with twenty years of separation. A lump lodges in my throat, and my voice is tight to my own ears when I admit, “I don’thaveother friends. I didn’t…” I pause to take a deep breath. “After what happened -and how I thought I’d hurt you- I didn’t think I deserved any more friends.” I hold up a hand to forestall his sympathy or pity. “But that’s changing. Slowly. I know one spanking isn’t a magical fix all, but…you really have given me closure and I’m starting to heal. I…I’m thinking of seeing a counselor or a therapist.”
After my conversation with Don left me reeling for the week, I decided it was time. I need to properly face my demons and work through my deep-seated issues if I really want to get better. Not for Chance, not for our relationship, but for me.
“I’m so proud of you, Kade,” Chance’s voice is also thick with emotion, and it reaffirms how much he cares. “And I’m behind you one hundred percent. Whatever you need, I support it.”
God, this man. The thought ‘I don’t deserve him’ tickles the back of my consciousness, but I shake it off.
Giving a slightly watery laugh, I shake my head. “One day we’re gonna be a normal couple andnotstart every encounter with a deep and meaningful conversation.”
Beneath his coppery scruff, Chance’s lips quirk. “Meh,” he shrugs, “normal’s overrated.” Then he cuddles me close and says, “So…Little space?”
The next laughter that bubbles out of me at that is lighter, happier. “Well,” I tell him, having thought over all of this during the week, “I like stuffies. I know I only have Teddy-”
Chance snorts. “That’s a super original name.”
“Shut up,” I smack his shoulder, but we’re both grinning.
“Sorry,” he says, suitably chastened. “Go on. You like stuffies, good to know. What else?”
“Um, I never really allowed myself to explore the fun stuff, but the aftercare after a punishment always felt so good. Like…bath time and cuddles. Bedtime stories. The Daddy re-dressing me. That kind of thing.” In hindsight, I know it’s because I was so desperate for affection, but being taken care of is something I genuinely crave. Chance seems to get it, because he nods.
“What about play time?” he asks after a beat. “Does anything specific interest you?”
“Blocks,” I blurt without hesitation, then I blush. “I like building stuff. Lego…or Duplo, if you wanna really push the age regression. I haven’t…I mean, I’ve probably been more Middle than Little, but…”
“But?”
“I’d like to belittlelittle, I think. Maybe like a three year old?”
Chance considers this for a moment, then bobs his head. “That’s not a surprise. You like being taken care of. Handing over the reins. Having someone else do all the big things for you. It takes away the pressure and stress, and you get to just be impulsive and joyful for a bit.” Smoothing his hands over my back again, he continues, “Which leads us back to diapers. Would you be interested in wearing them? Using them? What are your limits?”
“I’d give wearing them a go,” I answer with consideration. Then the rest of my answer practically tumbles out of my mouth. “I don’t want to wet, though. But I like the idea of pull-ups and Daddy helping me go to the bathroom.” Okay, maybe this is something I’ve been thinking about for more than just the last week. “And sippy cups are cool. Pacifiers at nap time. Oh, and having my meals cut up for me. That kind of thing.” Chance is beaming at me now, but I have to ask, “What about you? What are your limits?”
“Well,” he brings one of his hands up to his jaw, rubbing over his beard in contemplation, “I don’t have a whole lot of hard limits. No consensual-non-consent or rape play, no cheating role play…no scat play-”
“Okay, eww.” I can’t help but interrupt, horrified at the thought.
Chance chuckles at the look on my face, then teases, “You’re still interested in puppy play, right? Doesn’t that include, like, shitting on the rug?” He pokes his tongue out at me to let me know that he doesn’t mean it maliciously.
“Gross,” I hit at his shoulder again. “But, yeah, I would like to try puppy play one day…if you’re okay with that?”
I appreciate that he doesn’t agree immediately. That he actually stops to think about it properly. “I’d like for us to be more comfortable with each other first,” he eventually tells me, thinking out loud but obviously choosing his words carefully. “I’m not saying no, but it’s not something I have experience with, and I’d like to read up on it some more. Maybe talk to people at The Grove or The Center. When -if- we do it, I want to set us both up with the maximum chance of enjoyment, you know?”
I don’t have the words to express just how much that level of consideration means to me, so instead I lean in and kiss him.
Chapter Eleven – Chance
I’ve been thinking about Kade’s mouth on mine all week. If I’m honest, I’ve been thinking about our mouths all over each other’s bodies. So, as he brings our lips together, mine part readily,greedilyfor him, inviting his tongue to twine with mine.
