Page 22 of Defended
Chapter 8
Kawan woke up just a little later than he normally did, had a light breakfast, went for a run, and came back to shower. What made it different was that in between doing all of these things, he was also fielding more questions from Melody.
Each text added another little kernel of hope that she was just as interested in him and what he had to offer as he was in her.
What is your favorite punishment?
What do you like to do for aftercare?
Do you always have to be called 'Daddy'?
Have you had a baby girl before?
He answered as best he could, although certain questions—like the one about aftercare—would really be individual to the submissives. Kawan liked to cuddle, but he'd played with subs who weren't interested in being snuggled after a scene. His job as a Dom, as a good Daddy, was to give his submissive what she needed.
Other questions were easier, although confirmation that he'd had a baby girl before brought on such a flurry of questions that he decided he should try to take the next step.Thankfully, she didn’t ask why they’d broken up, she seemed more interested in the actual mechanics of the relationship.
Why don't we get together to talk? We could have coffee, or dinner, if you're available, and I can answer all of your questions in person. Or we can keep texting, if you're more comfortable this way.
Since they’d already met, and her questions indicated she was definitely interested, he decided to try and see her in person again rather than suggesting a phone call. It would be much easier to gauge her reactions actually seeing her than just speaking over the phone.
As the seconds ticked by, he started to think that maybe he was pushing too fast, too soon.
He busied his hands with making himself lunch, to keep from rescinding the offer too quickly, and nearly tripped over his feet trying to get to his phone when it dinged again. At least there was no one there to see him acting more like a teenage boy than a grown man, rushing to talk to his crush. That was how he felt right now.
When he saw the message, he grinned, feelingexactlylike a teenage boy with a crush.
Dinner sounds good. Is tonight okay?
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Dinner with Kawan tonight.
The thought seemed to run around in circles in her brain.
Even this morning, when she'd swung by the labs just to check on her petri dishes and make sure nothing had changed, she hadn't been able to think about anything except him. Most of the time she struggled to keep her work from intruding on her brain when she had downtime. She'd never had to struggle to focus on her work before.
"Oo, this is hot!" Peggy's voice sliced through her inner musing, bringing her back to the present. "Melody, look."
She turned to see her bestie holding up a forest green lace bodysuit with an opening in the crotch. It was definitely hot and it would look incredible against Peggy's ivory skin, red hair, and green eyes. Which was exactly what Peggy was going for. She'd been in a bad mood since Elliott had canceled lunch with her earlier today.
Which was why she'd dragged Melody out shopping this afternoon. She wanted to buy something scandalous, so she could go to Elliott's apartment and surprise him with something naughty under her trench coat. Melody wished she had half of Peggy's confidence. She tried to picture herself doing something similar, and immediately felt nauseous with anxiety as all the ways it could go wrong tumbled through her head.
Yup, definitely not a move she'd be able to make. Throwing up from anxiety on a man's shoes was probably not the way to seduce him.
Would Kawan be grossed out and shut her out, or would he go full Daddy Dom and jump right into 'caring' mode? Melody did not hate the idea of being taken care of while she was sick. Sometimes she thought part of the reason she wanted a Daddy Dom so badly wasbecauseshe was so fiercely independent. Even as a kid, she'd felt the need to do everything herself. Her mom had sometimes seemed disappointed that Melody didn't need her more often, but she didn't force the issue, allowing Melody the space she insisted on.
A Daddy Dom wouldn't take 'no' for an answer though; he'd ignore everything but a safe word. And safe wording over being taken care of would be so silly.
"Melody!" Impatience and annoyance were laced through the way Peggy said her name, jolting her.
"It's totally hot," Melody reassured her immediately, making herself focus on the issue at hand. "I was just picturing you in it."
The little white lie was good enough for Peggy, who immediately beamed at her, draping the bodysuit over her arm."I'm getting it. Are you going to get anything?"
She looked down at the sheer white babydoll she'd stopped in front of. There was lace over the breasts and a little pink bow that tied between them, then a long fall of sheer white that ended in a ruffle which would hit mid-thigh. Melody fingered the soft lace.
"I was thinking about this one." She liked the sexy innocence of it. Plus, it was very baby girl, right? That was kind of the definition of babydoll lingerie. Even though it covered a lot less than what she wore to Black Light last night, she could see herself feeling comfortable wearing this in the club.
