Page 16 of His to Cherish
Her eyes dart all over my face, like she’s searching for the answers to her questions in my expression. “What will I call you?” she asks after a moment. “If we…play?”
My dick twitches but I don’t drop her gaze. “You’ll call me Daddy, sweetheart. And you’ll be my babygirl.”
LILLY
Never in my life have I felt so…everything. I can’t even begin to parse through the emotions swirling inside me. I’m confused and scared out of my mind. I’m also really, really turned on. Everything in this room, everything Ollie is saying to me, makes me feel dirty and overwhelmed and off balanced.
So why the hell do I like it so much?
“This is what you’re into?” I finally ask.
“It’s what Ineed, Lilly,” he corrects gently.
“Have you…always? Done this, I mean.”
He shakes his head. “I’ve always known that I preferred to be in control during sex. That I preferred to be dominant.” I don’t want to think about Oliver having dominant sex with other women. “As I got older, that domination shifted into something more like what you saw in the hallway.”
“Spankings and stuff?”
A grin tugs up the corner of his mouth. “You’re so fucking cute, Lilly.” He leans forward and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Yes, sweet girl. I found I liked spanking very much. And using restraints. It wasn’t until after I sold my first app that I was really able to explore that.”
“Because you could afford to be a member at a place like this.”
“Exactly.” He takes a lock of my hair, eyes zeroed in on his fingers as he rubs the strands between them. “A few months after I became a member, I stumbled past this room on accident. There was a scene happening—a Daddy spanking and then fucking his babygirl. It was like a light bulb going off. Like I suddenly knew exactly what I was meant to do.”
I’m still having difficulty wrapping my mind around this. “And what you wanted to do was…what, exactly?”
He gestures around the room. “I wanted to be someone’s Daddy.”
My eyes catch on a woman zipping down a slide. Her hair is in pigtails and she’s wearing a pink dress. I’m pretty sure she’s a good ten years older than me.
“So you want to be with girls who pretend to be young?” I know I don’t do a very good job of keeping the derision out of my voice, but I can’t help it. The idea of wearing a costume like that, of playing on a swing set, of acting like a kid…I just don’t get it.
“No,” he says firmly. “That’s not what this is about.” He gestures at the swings and the toy boxes. “Some people get into the age play aspect. Some littles like to pretend they’re younger. Some even prefer to live like this in their everyday lives away from the club.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Not at all.”
Relief washes over me. “Good. Because I can’t imagine doing that.” I nod towards a woman drinking from a sippie cup and Oliver laughs low in my ear.
“Not my thing either, sweetheart.” He gives me a wolfish grin. “If you were into it, though, that would be fine.”
“I’m not.”
He laughs again. “Fair enough.”
I turn in his lap to face him more fully. “So you don’t want a pretend little girl.”
“No.” He swallows. “But I do want a babygirl.”
“I don’t get the difference.”
He sighs, hands going back to my hair to play some more. I think he gets comfort from touching me like that. I sure as hell feel calmer when he has his hands on me.
“I’m a Daddy Dom, Lilly. That means I need to be in control during sex. It means I want a partner who I can take care of, in and out of the bedroom. Someone who trusts me to guide and teach her. Someone who wants to let me have control. To let me spoil them and punish them as I see fit. That’s what a babygirl is to me.”
My belly swoops as he describes what he wants in a partner. I just can’t tell if it’s a good swoop or a bad one.
