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Yes. Please send me your address and I will pick you up.
Alright.
And Bunny, make sure you bring that stuffy of yours. I like seeing you holding it. XOXO, Daddy. ;)
With a blush that rivaled the worst sunburn I’d ever had, I set my phone down in my purse. I checked the system to see who was clocked in and breathed a sigh of relief to see that Alyssa had left for the day. It had been difficult to work with her these last few days, and today I had literally put a sign on my door and pretended to be busy all day, just to avoid her.
I had no idea how to look my former best friend in the eye, knowing the things I was going to do with her father. Sure, it had only been a few kisses so far, but if the thoughts in my head were anything to go by — not to mention how he had looked at me last night — it was going to be more soon. Much,muchmore.
Refusing to give it another thought, I pulled my computer screen back to the reports I had to finish, bound and determined to finish as fast as humanly possible.
I had a date to prepare for.
The restaurant was beautiful.Pretty artwork decorated the walls so tastefully, while beautiful fabric covered the table beneath our now empty dinner plates. The evening had been amazing. Adam was witty, educated, and the night had been a success. For the most part.
“What’s going on in that mind of yours, Willow?” He asked, taking a sip of his post-dinner scotch.
“Nothing at all.”
“Come now, I can tell that you’re thinking about something, darlin’.” He insisted.
“I guess I had hoped you would be flirtatious with me, like you were at Obsidian.” I finally admitted, blushing at my forwardness.
“Did you think the night was over?” His tone had changed again, and the pure sexual prowess in his demeanor had me clenching and damp in an instant..
“It… isn’t?” I couldn’t even bring myself to be embarrassed by the way my voice squeaked and went all little.
“Not even close.” He grinned back at me, his face a mix of tenderness and lust that took me from damp to gushing in the space of a breath. Before I could sayyes, Daddyhe had paid the check and ushered us out to his car, holding the door for me, and buckling me in himself.
“So… what else did you have in mind?” I suppressed the giggle that tried to bubble up as we settled into his sedan. I wasfinding it harder and harder not to let Bunny come out, but we hadn’t discussed being in little space during this date.
“Well, if you’re willing, I would like to try having a bit of dynamic together. Nothing too serious, no specific rules or punishments, just letting yourself be Bunny in a safe environment. Do you think you feel comfortable to try that?” The care and concern in his voice was beyond touching.
That giggle overcame my self-control and bubbled out on its own as I nodded excitedly. “Yes, I would like that very much, I think. Where did you have in mind?”
He visibly relaxed and smiled back at me mischievously. “Something I think you will like very much, Bunny. Do you trust me?”
“Would I have signed our agreement if I didn’t?” Jeepers, that brattiness came out of nowhere! I gulped and looked back at him with wide, worried eyes. He just laughed and patted my knee before pulling out of the parking space.
“I’m going to let that slide this time, little Bunny, on one condition.”
“I’m sorry! Yes, anything you want.”
“Okay, two conditions. First, don’t say sorry for things you have no reason to apologize for. Especially not bratting. It’s written into our agreement that bratting is allowed. Second, I would like you to call me Daddy for the rest of our date. Do you think you can do that?”
I nodded vigorously, already feeling myself sink into our dynamic as I listened to his commands. “Yes Daddy. I can do that.”
“Good girl. Now; how does Bunny feel about getting some ice cream at The Landing?”
I squeaked happily as we drove off into the night, headed towards Historic Downtown Providence. We talked and laughedand flirted the entire drive, and Adam — Daddy — barely took his hand off of my knee the entire drive.
Before I knew it, we were pulling into a parking space in front of the ice cream shop. I wiggled excitedly in my seat, holding Mr. Fluffers to my chest and playing with my hair as Daddy unbuckled and turned towards me with a grin.
“So, what kind of ice cream does my little Bunny want? Whatever your heart desires, Daddy will get it for you.”
“Jeepers! I hadn’t even thought about that! I’m sor—” I cut myself off, biting my lip. “I mean… I’m not sure, Daddy. Do they have sprinkles? And maybe whipped cream… and a cherry! Ooh ooh ooh, do they have birthday cake ice cream? That’s my favorite!!!” I bounced happily, turning to face him. I didn’t miss the way Daddy’s eyes trailed down for a moment as my breasts jiggled. Heat burned my cheeks, but the embarrassment only pushed me further into little space. Letting my little out under Adam’s caregiving dominance was surprisingly natural for me.
An hour or so later,we sat in his car outside my apartment building, the ice cream now just a delicious memory. Daddy exited the car, coming around to my side and opening the door for me before helping me out. Almost instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his waist, looking up at him adoringly.
