Page 26 of XOXO, Daddy
“Oh, the normal stuff. Nothing crazy. My body, the way I look, my size, my submission, my—”
“Hold up. While I disagree with it, I understand your insecurities surrounding your looks. With all the impossible standards in the media, it’s rare to find a woman who doesn’t have insecurities there. Hell, men have them just as much. We just aren’t as vocal about them. But your submission? Why the hell are you insecure aboutthat, of all things?” He sounded genuinely surprised.
“I worry that I’m not good enough,” I admitted, looking down at the way his much larger hand dwarfed my own.
“Well, hear me, and know I speak the truth. Your submission is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.” Butterflies fluttered in my tummy as he lifted my hand and kissed my inner wrist. “And if anyone ever,ever, tells you anything different, I will deal with them myself. And it won’t be pretty.”
The way his voice lowered when he got all Big-Bad-Daddy-Dom had those butterflies settling behind my clit, driving me mad with arousal.
“I would like to add to your routine that you will start a journal. Every morning, I want you to write down some things that you love about yourself. Three things that you love about your body, and three things you like about yourself that have nothing to do with your body or looks,” he explained, his lips still moving over that sensitive spot.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered with a giggle, though I was worried about coming up with that many things. It was a big rule, and I would take it seriously. I would make Daddy proud.
“Good girl. Now, let’s head inside and enjoy the playroom, shall we? Maybe even make a few new friends?” Waggling his eyebrows until I giggled, he finally slipped out of the car, jogging around the front to open my door as well.
Ever the gentleman, my Daddy.
Beingat the playroom was totally different tonight. Instead of feeling anxious and nervous, I waltzed into that playroom with all the bravado a good little girl should have. Being on the arm of Daddy did wonders for my confidence. I finally felt secure enough to allow my little side out in full force instead of suppressing it. It felt amazing as I sank into headspace.
Daddy encouraged me to play with blocks for a while with another little girl named Lily, and then I played dolls with another little girl named Bitsy. After a while, Daddy was done vying for my attention, and led me to a couch. Gathering paper and crayons, he spread them all out on the floor.
“Why don’t you lay right here and draw me a picture, princess? Daddy would love that so much,” he suggested. Eagerly, I sat on the floor, then flipped onto my tummy, myfeet kicking back and forth in the air as I decided what exactly I should color for him.
“I don’t know what to draw, Daddy,” I whined in frustration.
“Oh, I’m sure you can think of something. Close your eyes and imagine something fun that makes you happy. Then draw that.”
“But what if you don’t like it?” I pouted, but he just chuckled.
“If it makes you happy, then it makes me happy, princess. Have no fear.” Gently, he patted my head. I closed my eyes, doing exactly as he had commanded. Pretty scenery filled my mind. One full of fanciful things: castles, dragons, and pretty little princesses. The knight in shining armor would be Daddy himself. That’s exactly what he was to me, after all.
With the perfect colors picked out, I set to work on my masterpiece, completely tuning everything else out. Other than Daddy, of course.
“I am so sorry to interrupt what looks to be a very fun coloring activity between the two of you, but I could use your help with a situation, Adam.” A stranger’s voice said from somewhere above me.
“Do you think you’ll be okay on your own here for a bit, princess? I shouldn’t be very long.”
“Mmhmm,” I murmured, not even lifting my eyes from my coloring. I was drawing a really pretty picture of a castle with a dragon.
“Alright, Daddy will be right back.” He kissed the top of my head before following the other person, and I instantly felt the loss of his presence. Instead of pouting, I lost myself in my coloring. Daddy would be back soon, anyway, and I knew he would love the picture I was coloring for him.
“Well, isn’t that a pretty picture?” An unfamiliar man sat on the couch, looking down at my artwork with a smile on his face.
“Oh, um, thank you.” I paid him little attention, focusing on my artwork. I secretly hoped Daddy would put it up in his office or on his refrigerator, although I knew that wasn’t likely to happen. Maybe if I asked really nicely, he would hang it in his playroom. That would be perfect! Excitedly, I kicked my feet to and fro as I lay on my stomach, searching for the perfect color for the dragon’s fiery breath.
“You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” The man’s praise fell on deaf ears. I only had thoughts for Daddy, and finishing this picture by the time he returned. Finding a glittery gold crayon, I colored in pretty bits on the castle walls, and added shimmer to the dragon’s eyes and wings. Yes, that was perfect.
“Is that a castle?” the man asked, leaning down closer to see my picture more clearly.
“It is,” I answered, resisting the urge to cover my paper with my arm. This was for Daddy. It felt wrong for this stranger to be looking at it, let alone commenting on it. But surely he only meant well. I glanced up at him shyly.
“I’m Nathan, by the way. What’s your name, pretty girl?” The bright smile on his face did little to persuade me to talk to him. I didn’t want to talk to him. I wanted to talk to Daddy.
“Um… Bunny,” I answered. The name felt foreign on my lips now. I much preferred when Daddy called me princess. That felt right. That was my name. But here, in the club, I was still Bunny for now.
I should talk to Daddy about that.
“Bunny. What an adorable name for an adorable girl.”
