Page 21 of Defended
Grinning, he put his phone down on the counter while he got his glass of water. He was a little disappointed when she didn't text back right away, but he didn't let that get him down. Maybe she'd sent the text and then gone to bed. It was definitely late enough.
His phone finally dinged again when he was on his way up the stairs, glass of water in hand and half finished. Grinning, he downed the rest of it so he could focus on the conversation.
Why do you like being a Daddy Dom?
Interesting. Considering how long it had taken her to respond, he'd expected a longer text.
But it was an important question, since it would also encompass what he'd like to do for her... what he hoped she'd do for him.
A lot of reasons. I like knowing that a woman trusts me so completely that she's willing to not only give up so much control to me, but also that she'll let herself be so vulnerable with me. I love being able to give her a safe space where she can just be, where she can indulge the little girl inside of her, and know that she is loved, cared for, and protected.
He studied the response carefully. It was how he felt, but it was something he felt a little vulnerable about sharing too. Submissives weren’t the only ones who could be taken advantage of. Still, he was determined not to let the past harden him against trying for what he wanted in the future. He pressed send.
This time her return text came much more quickly.
What do you want from your submissive? How do you want her to behave?
Little Miss Melody might not realize it, but that question bolstered his confidence. Not only was she wondering if she could please him, she was specifically looking for pointers on how to go forward. She probably wasn't going to like his answer though.
I want her to be respectful of me as her Daddy, and obey any rules we agree to, but other than that, it's up to her. We'd set up soft and hard limits together and then go from there.
He could almost hear the frustration in her next text.
But what should she do?
He shot off the reply just as quickly.
Whatever makes her happy as long as she's following the rules.
When she didn't text back immediately, he chuckled and started getting ready for bed. Staring at himself in the mirror while he brushed his teeth, it was all too easy to picture her reading through his texts and trying to pick them apart for clues on what he wanted her to do. But Kawan didn't want a slave. While he liked control, he didn't want to direct his submissive's every movement. Part of what he loved about being a Daddy was that his baby girl would have a lot of freedom to do what she pleased. He enjoyed watching his baby girl enjoy herself.
Of course, if she crossed any lines, then he'd also be there to provide the necessary discipline.
Washing his face, he sighed as he studied himself in the mirror. Even though he was only thirty-four, he was starting to find the occasional gray hair among the many black. His mother had pointed them out the last time he'd visited and claimed that it was because he didn't have a good woman to take care of him.
He thought maybe Melody was done for the night, but she sent him another question just as he was climbing into bed.
What if she doesn't follow the rules?
That made him laugh. There might be a little bit of a brat inside Melody, or maybe she'd just liked the spanking earlier and was hoping for more. Either way, Kawan never minded a little bit of innocent mischief. He enjoyed funishment much more than actual discipline, although he wouldn't hesitate if he felt the latter had been earned.
It depends on what rule she breaks and what her hard and soft limits are. The punishment should fit the crime.
Plugging in his charger, Kawan clicked off the light and lie down. He wasn't going to be able to fall asleep yet, not while he was waiting to see if Melody had any more questions, but resting in the darkness was peaceful.
As he lie there, his mind wandered to the one room in the house he hadn't unpacked yet. The room he'd chosen as his playroom. There hadn't been any rush to set up that room because he hadn't thought he'd use it any time soon. Especially not when he had access to Black Light.
He still planned to make good use of the club, but maybe he'd get the playroom set up sooner rather than later.
Maybe it was too soon… but the idea was tempting. It didn’t have to be for her, specifically. They might find they weren’t compatible after another few scenes. Kawan needed to find someone who enjoyed weaving the sexual play and the baby girl play together the same way he did.
The way Melody had seemed to tonight.
His phone buzzed again, interrupting his thoughts.
Thank you for answering my questions, I'm going to bed now. Good night =)
Polite little thing. He liked that. And appreciated that she let him know she was done for now.
Sleep tight, sweetheart. Feel free to text me with any more questions that you have in the future.
Setting the phone down on his nightstand, Kawan closed his eyes and tried not to think about how empty his bed suddenly felt.
