Page 53 of Kissing Kayley
“I think you might be overthinking it again,” he said.
I stopped walking, pulling him to a stop with me, and turned to face him. “I think weneedto overthink it, don’t we?”
He cupped my hands in his. “Baby, I love you. And like you heard in there, some Dominants need a strict level of control. But that’s not me. I need to be the lead dog, yes, absolutely. I own that. And I don’t want to turn you into a1950s housewife who does nothing but cook and clean and bend over or drop to your knees any time I demand it.
“But Idowant to be in charge. Big stuff we decide together, but I get the final say. I want to be the one who does the worryingfor both of us and shoulders those burdens. Does that make sense?”
I studied his gaze for a long moment. “I guess.”
We resumed our walk.
Vic glanced at his watch. “I should call Leo and check in.”
My stomach rolled a little. “I really don’t want to hear details about what’s going on,” I admitted. If I was getting a break from the world, I wanted abreakfrom the world, including from any grim updates.
He leaned in and kissed me. “Why don’t you go explore for a while? We can do lunch after.”
“I would like to see the arcade.”
He smiled. “Then I won’t hurry down after my phone call. I could use a little, eh, private bathroom time and I don’t want to gas you out of the room. You’re welcome.”
I giggled. “Thank you. Greatly appreciated.”
He sent me along with a playful pat on my ass and I headed downstairs. I took the long way so I didn’t have to pass the Dungeon.
I… wanted to do more there, play there, but I wasn’t ready to go in there by myself.
I wasn’t afraid because I knew it was perfectly safe.
But that was something I wanted to experiencewithVic, not alone. If I wanted alone I could watch porn on FetLife.
In the arcade and play area were several Littles, girls and boys, happily romping around. A woman in a dark green short-sleeved pullover shirt with the Ranch’s logo embroidered on the left chest sat watchfully monitoring the Littles, but not interfering.
I walked in and immediately kicked off my sandals, tucking them into one of the cubbies.
“Can I talk to them?” Having already seen staffers frequently use ASL to communicate, and not wanting to disturb the Littlescurrently playing in case the answer wasno, I signed the question to the woman.
To my pleasant surprise, she smiled and nodded, signing back. “They’re having free time. Feel free to join the giggle.”
I stumbled over that word until I remembered what the instructor had covered in class earlier, as well as what Derek told us in orientation. A “gaggle” of Littles here was referred to as a “giggle.”
I smiled and walked over to the largest ball pit, which currently seemed to hold all of their attention. A Little waiting her turn to climb in flashed me a smile.
“Hi there,” I said.
“Hi! My name’s Georgie,” she said. “What’s yours?”
“My name’s Daphine,” I said, hating the feel of it on my tongue.
The Little cocked her head at me. “You look like you don’t like that name.”
“Not really,” I admitted. I stared at the ball pit and wished I could just jump right in with the same abandon they enjoyed.
“Can we call you somethin’ else?” another Little called out from where she was about to jump into the ball pit. “If you don’t like your name?”
I shrugged. “Depends on the name, I suppose.”
“Are you a Little?” Georgie asked.
