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I’m flooded with relief at just the thought and I’m nodding before my brain even catches up. “Please. Yes.” I spend my workdays being in charge of so many big decisions that handing over the reins for my private life sounds blissful. Chance knows me. He knows what I like and dislike, and I trust that he has my best interests at heart. “Whether I’m big or little, if you could just decide things for me, that would be amazing.”
Chance presses a kiss to my forehead, his whiskers tickling my skin. “Sure, baby.”
And, just like that, it’s like another weight has been lifted from my shoulders.
Chance returns to the bacon, which by now has filled the whole house with its intoxicating aroma, and lays the strips out on some paper towels as he cracks the eggs into the pan. He also checks on the status of the waffles cooking in the waffle iron, muttering to himself about timing.
While the eggs cook, he grabs a gallon bottle of orange juice from the refrigerator, and a bottle of syrup from the corner pantry. Then he pulls plates and cups from the cupboard beneath the bench, right in front of where I’m seated.
I blink when he slides my empty plate and cup in front of me.
He’s chosen a melamine set emblazoned with cartoon dinosaurs, and the cup has a lid with a spout. When I look back up from the surprising selection, Chance offers me a tentative smile. “Do you like dinosaurs?”
“Uh…”
“Or would you preferTeenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? OrSpongebob?” It looks like he’s blushing again. “Imayhave gone a bit overboard at Walmart this week.”
“Dinosaurs are great,” I tell him, feeling my stomach flip at the wide grin he gives me in return. I hold up the sippy cup. “Do you, um, want me to be little for this? For breakfast?”
I was under the impression that we’d start with scenes and see what works and what doesn’t, but Chance seems wholly prepared for a lifestyle Little.
Still, he shakes his head. “Nah. I just thought you might like to try it. I can get a normal cup-”
“No,” I hold the sippy cup close to my chest at the thought of it being taken away. “No. I do want to try it.” I mean, for Christ’s sake, Ijusttold him that he was making my choices for me, and the first thing I do is question him? If I’m not careful, I’ll have him second guessing everything. “I just wanted to know if that was what you’d chosen we’d do today.”
The tension in Chance’s shoulders seems to melt away and he smiles, shaking his head. “Right now, we’re just having breakfast. I promise, I’ll be clear about scenes if that’s what we’re doing. But,” his lips twitch and he juts his chin to where I’m still clutching the cup tightly to my chest, “if you feel like dipping in and out of little space, I’m happy for you to do so.”
Feeling my cheeks heating up, I set the cup back down on the hideous apricot colored bench and nod. “Okay. That’s fair. I don’t know what that’s like. To…to just sink into little space. Usually, I have to convince myself that it’s okay. It feels awkward and weird for a bit…until it doesn’t.”
A flash of sympathy appears in Chance’s hazel eyes, but he blinks it away. “There aren’t any rules for how you want to explore your kink, Kade. Just do what feels good for you. I’ll go with it.”
God, he’s perfect. It’s not the first time I’ve had this thought. It won’t be the last. Chance always was my biggest supporter, so it makes sense that he’s the same now. Being little with him last night was easier than it ever was with the strangers in the clubs. So, maybe flowing in and out of the different headspaces isn’t beyond my reach after all.
When he plates up my breakfast for me, cutting my food into bite sized pieces before I can lift my knife and fork, those same thoughts resurface. My lips pull upwards and I smile widely at him when he pushes the plate in front of me. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He beams back at me, and the fluttery feeling in my belly returns.
Yeah, I really don’t think it’s going to be too difficult to be Little for him after all.
Chapter Thirteen – Chance
Iam wholly unsurprised when Katie sits herself down in front of me at lunch time on Monday. I’m back in our usual café, once again attempting to eat my burger and fries in peace, but she’s not having a bar of it.
“You disappeared all weekend again,” she observes, plucking a fry from my plate. She waggles it in the air between us. “Were you withKadeagain?”
I sigh as she pops the fry past her hot pink lips. “What do you think?”
Katie grins and bounces in her seat, clapping her hands happily. “Tell meeverything.”
Just to annoy her, I take a huge bite from my burger, chewing it thoughtfully while her face twists with impatience. Then I grab my Coke and suck a generous few slurps through the straw to wash down my food. By the time I’ve swallowed that, Katie’s on the verge of a conniption.
“Chance…” she whines at me.
“It was good,” I tell her, stifling a laugh at the affront on her features. “Okay, okay: it was better than good. It was awesome.”
I think back over the weekend just gone. Over the time spent playing with Kade in little space, over the thrill of introducing him to the simple joys of building with blocks and coloring in. It was satisfying to watch him truly relax and let himself go.
I also think over the more adult activities we shared. More hand jobs and frotting, rocking against each other in bed and in the shower until we both shouted out our releases. The spectacular blow job Kade gave me when we woke up this morning: ‘Something to remember me by this week’, he’d said cheekily. (Like I’d ever forget anything we did together.)
