Page 20 of A Good Girl's Guide to Dominance
“Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr. Graham?”
“Nah, I would never,” he says, playfully, gesturing toward himself. “I’ve never been that guy. I’m the guy who is much more concerned about your well-being. I’m usually asking totally different questions.”
“Oh? I’m intrigued. What kind of questions do you ask?”
“Well, Kitten, how much water did you drink today?” he asks.
I try my absolute best not to get hung up on the fact that he has called me Kitten twice, but it is a struggle.
“Umm, not much,” I answer. “Maybe a little around lunch time.”
“Oh. See? That won't do. You have to take better care of yourself, Kitten. Hey, bartender!” Marcus suddenly shouts. The bartender finishes with another two customers before making his way over to us. “Geez, man. You’ve been ignoring this side of the bar. Anyway, can I get another beer, and some water for my girl? Thanks.”
I twist my lips together as frustration makes me tense.
“Wow,” I say, doing my absolute best to stay jovial. “Being a little presumptuous, aren't you?”
“Just looking out for my girl’s health,” he replies, all confidence. The bartender brings the beer and water and sets them down in front of us. “Here, drink this instead.” Marcus slides my Long Island iced tea away, and pushes the water in front of me.
The muscles in my face become rigid like plaster has replaced my skin, and heat rises from my belly like a furnace. I didn't ask for water, I hate the pet name Kitten, and if I order an alcoholic beverage, I’d like to finish it.
Against my better judgment, I take a small sip from the water. “Yeah, that’s great and all, but I'm going to finish the Long Island, especially since you paid for it.” I pull the glass of alcohol back over.
Marcus navigates my barbed wire scowl with a playful smile. “That’s cool, that's cool. Just know that once you and I are officially together, if Daddy says drink the water, you're going to drink the water.”
“Daddy?” I exclaim with eyebrows as high as the clouds.
“Yeah, that’s what I like to be called.”
“Are you a Daddy Dom?”
Marcus’s forehead turns into a graphic display of wrinkles. “What do you mean?”
“Are you into DD/lg?”
“I don't know what that is,” he replies. “Do I have to know in order to like being called Daddy?”
I shrug, but I’m much more bothered than the gesture suggests. “I guess not. Daddy has become a name that plenty of guys like to be called. All I’m saying is that I’m personally not into the DD/lg vibe. I don't do age regression or anything like that.”
“You think I want you to call me Daddy because I’m into age regression? It has nothing to do with that.”
“I didn't say it did,” I snip. “I’m just letting you know about the Daddy Dom, little girl dynamic since you said you didn't know what it was.”
“It’s not that deep,” he fires back, his face flushing with annoyance. “I just like being called Daddy. Let’s not make it an issue, Kitten.”
The world tumbles off his tongue once again, and it is the straw that breaks the camel’s back.
“Why do you keep calling me that?” I snap, gesturing wildly with both hands.
“Jesus, what’s the big deal?” Marcus questions, clearly angered by the quick change of tone. “Kitten is just a pet name I like to use.”
“It’s not one thatIlike to use,” I reply. “Not to mention the fact that I am not yours, Marcus. You don't get to call me a pet name without even asking if I’m into pet names at all—which I am, just notthatone—and you can’t force me to drink water simply because you said so. I know that we’re trying to work toward a relationship where you're my Dom, but we’re not there yet, and we won't ever be if you can't understand why controlling behavior of any kind at this stage is a giant red flag.”
“Wow,” he exclaims, leaning back. “I didn't see this coming. All I was trying to do is show you that I could be a good Dominant for you. I wanted you to see me in the act a little bit. You know, give you an example of how I get down in the Dom role.”
If there was any wind left in my sails, the breeze has completely stopped now. Disappointment fills my insides and spills out like an overfilled well.
“You wanted me to see youin the act? You wanted to give me an example of how you perform theDom role? Damn. You're not the only one who didn't see something coming.”
