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"Well, he's a Daddy Dom, and he wants me to think about what I want out of a BDSM relationship before I decide if I want to do anything more with him." She anxiously watched her friend's reaction, feeling a little churning in her stomach. Peggy stuck her tongue out, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"Ew, wait, he's actually a real live Daddy Dom? Or like a sugar daddy?" Her expression turned contemplative. "A sugar daddy might be okay. We could have fun with that."
"I don't think he's a sugar daddy. He says he wants a baby girl." The nerves in her stomach were actually making her feel a little nauseous, even though she kept her tone normal. She hated it when she and Peggy disagreed, and she was already anticipating that they would about this.
"Gross." Peggy patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll go back to the club and find a different Dom. One who's not into little girls. Ugh. Too bad. What a waste of a hottie."
Without waiting for Melody to reply, Peggy was already breezing out of her door, obviously sure that she'd just planned out their next step. Melody pressed her lips together to keep from calling her bestie back into the room. It was really late. She didn't want to start an argument right now.
Heck, she didn't want to argue at all. Fighting with Peggy sucked. It made her feel like she was walking on eggshells until she finally got around to apologizing just to cut the tension. Peggy was pretty forgiving, but it could be frustrating. Especially when Melody didn't feel like she was doing anything wrong.
This was definitely one of those instances where she didn't think she was doing anything wrong, but she also knew it would start an argument if she tried to convince Peggy of that, and she just didn't have the energy for that right now.
Sighing, Melody moved to the bed and flopped down onto it. She was so tired. It had been a long week. Tonight had been blissful but exhausting. And now she was a little disappointed that her spanking hadn't left her any marks to remember it by. She wasn't going to be forgetting it any time soon, but just a little bit of pink on her skin would have been nice to see.
Because it really had hurt when Daddy Kawan had been spanking her.
She flipped onto her back, pressing her bottom down into the bed. Her body tingled, but only from the memory. It wasn't even that sore anymore. The skin on her stomach and sides was more sore now, just from the corset being off. Staring up at the ceiling, she frowned.
Even though she was tired, she didn't really feel like she could sleep. At Black Light, her brain had turned off for a while, but now it was back on and running non-stop.
Worrying over Peggy and what she would think if Melody said she didn't want a Dom, she wanted Daddy Kawan.
Worrying that maybe Peggy was right and that wanting a Daddy was gross. Sick.
Worrying that maybe a Daddy Dom really was into little girls. But she was an adult. Not to mention a curvy woman. There was no mistaking her for a little girl. And Kawan was seriously hot. If he wanted someone younger, thinner, and more girlish, there were definitely submissives at Black Light who fit that bill. She'd seen them.
Pushing herself up from her bed, Melody grabbed her phone and walked over to her desk and pulled open the middle drawer. The file she'd put all her court stuff into was right on top and she picked it up. Kawan's card fell out as she lifted it, like it knew she was looking for it.
Picking up the card, Melody chewed on her lower lip, glancing at her phone again. It was after midnight. But he'd still been at the club when she left... maybe he'd still be awake.
Maybe he'd still be at the club and playing with someone else.
Well, at the very least, she could text him.
* * *
Walking into his front door,earlier than he'd thought he'd be returning home, Kawan hung his keys on the hook he'd installed just last week. He'd bought the house over a month ago, once he'd gotten the official offer letter from Lambert, Urbanski, and Reed. As soon as he'd closed on the house, two weeks ago, he'd gotten to work with personalizing it and slowly moving in his possessions.
This was the first house he'd ever bought. A sign of permanencethat he'd never been interested in before, but that he'd wanted when he moved. His mom had taken it as a sign that he was finally ready to meet a nice girl and settle down. Which... she wasn't entirely wrong.
He couldn't help but wonder what she'd think of Melody. His father would definitely approve, but as her only son, his mother could be a bit judgmental about any woman he introduced her to. Which seemed contrary to her stated desire for more grandchildren, specifically from him, but the contradiction didn't seem to bother her.She’d loathed Krissy, although she’d been polite about it. At the time he’d thought it was just her usual snobbery toward any woman he brought home… after the breakup, he’d wondered if maybe he should have listened more closely to his mom.
Although why he was already thinking of Melody in such terms, he didn't know. There wasn't any guarantee she'd want to play with him again, much less do something more. He hoped she would though. The club, which had had such appeal before, was no longer quite as interesting to him.
It hadn't been a bad evening after Melody had left Black Light, although it hadn't been as nice as playing with her either. He'd enjoyed chatting with Jaxson for a bit until Alexander and Sienna had finished their scene. They'd wanted to head home—presumably to finish what they'd started at the club in a more intimate manner—and Kawan had been more than ready as well.
There hadn't really been a reason to stay after Melody had left.
Walking through his house into his kitchen for some water, Kawan pulled his phone out of his pocket. He didn't recognize the number, but the message made him grin because there was absolutely no doubt in his mind who it was from.
Hello, hopefully I'm not waking you up or interrupting anything. You don't have to text me back right away, but I just wanted to know if I can ask you some questions when you're free. You said you wanted me to think about what I want and I'm going to, but I need to ask a few questions to really know what I want, if that's okay.
Melody. She texted without any abbreviations, which somehow seemed very her even though he admittedly didn't know her that well yet. It fit how he saw her. She was also rambling, even in text, and he found it wholly adorable.
He leaned his shoulder against the cabinets next the fridge, quickly swiping a message back.
Any questions, any time, baby girl. I can't promise I'll be able to answer right away, but I will always answer.
