Page 31 of Tattoos and Tiaras
“You really do like to talk,” I said between mouthfuls of butty and handfuls of chips.
Perry reached over the table and stole a chip from my plate, all the while grinning. “Terrible, isn’t it? All this talking.”
“It is, but I’ve heard D types like to listen to their own voices a lot.”
“Careful, sweetheart.” Daddy's warning was said with the sweetest of smiles, but I saw the evil glint in his eye.
He was daring me to push harder. Even the greenest sub would be able to see that, but the brat in me wanted to know how far I could push him.
“I was only making an observation,” I answered airily.
“No, you’re being a little shit is what you’re doing. I understand, and I love that you feel comfortable enough around me to let your little terror out, but do you really want tonight to end with me spanking your butt instead of tucking you in?”
Oh, he had a good point. I hadn’t thought about that. “Last time you spanked me, I came so hard I nearly passed out,” I said, reaching over and stealing a potato fritter from Daddy’s plate.
“There are lots of ways I could get you to come, sweetheart.” He was giving me a devious grin again. I was in so much trouble.
“Princess, it's time to put your Steam Deck away and tidy up,” Daddy called out from the kitchen. He decided I needed some play time while he cleaned up after dinner, saying it would help me relax more so we could talk. Talking sucked, but I got it. Daddy and I needed to be on the same page about the stuff we wanted together.
I took one last longing look at my Game Boy, fighting the temptation to ignore Daddy, but it wasn’t as strong as the need to hear Daddy praise me for being a good boy. I rolled off the sofa and walked upstairs. Daddy had warned me about running up and down them already tonight, but I’d been so excited to get to play with my stuff while Daddy looked after me.
Whoa, when I walked back into the room, Daddy was sprawled out on the sofa, the top two buttons of his dress shirt undone, revealing just a peek of ink and sexy light chest hair. Daddy P was damn sexy. How the hell had I scored so well?
“What are you doing over there, Princess? Come join me on the sofa.” Daddy patted a spot between his legs. “Yes, Sir.” I didn’t need to be asked twice.
I sprinted over and dove into my Daddy’s arms. My Daddy’s arms, somebody pinch me, how is this real? The firm chest behind me and the kisses that were peppered over my cheeks told me this was very real and not some fantastic dream.
I wiggled against Daddy, trying to get comfortable, and he made the most delicious groan. Honestly, I wasn’t trying to tease him; his cock just happened to get excited. It wasn’t my fault.
“Boy, you know what you're doing.” Daddy’s voice had dropped in timbre, and his arm came around my waist, hugging me against him.
I tilted my head and gave him my most innocent look, but of course, Daddy didn’t buy it for a second.
“Time to talk, Princess.” I sat up and turned so I was facing Daddy. This way, I could also kiss him if the need arose, and I was pretty sure it would arise soon.
“Ugh, fine, but I’d far rather put my mouth to other uses than talking.” I fluttered my lashes, and he just snorted in laughter. “Fine. Talking is what we shall do.”
“It really won’t be that bad, and I can promise you all the kisses when we are finished. I know we’ve stumbled into this fast, but neither of us is new to kink. We’re not strangers to each other, so diving in isn’t out of the ordinary. My main concern is that the Daddy side of D/s is very new to me, and I want to make sure that I’m not letting you down.”
I brought my face close to his until our noses brushed. “You’ve only been my Daddy for the night, and you’ve been amazing.”I kissed him lightly, then sat back on his lap. His face went through a gamut of emotions, landing on surprised joy.
Daddy leant back, running a hand through his hair. “I hope so. I think the dynamic we could have with the way we complement each other could be amazing. You want a Daddy and a Master, and I’m a Master who wants to learn to be a good Daddy.”
“We'll learn together. I've never had a Daddy before but so far, you’ve been patient and kind and know when to be stern with me and when to let me have a little bit of freedom. We’re both going to learn about each other, or that is what I hope.” I tried to tamp down the hope that was blooming, but it was already taking root. I could imagine so many scenarios between the two of us and not just kinky ones.
“Thank you, Princess, and I hope so too. I told you about how you took my breath and voice away the first time I saw you, and I wasn’t lying. You are a gorgeous, incredible man, and an adorable princess that any Daddy would dote on, and I just happen to be the lucky Daddy.”
My cheeks heated at his words. Even after all these years, I still found it hard to believe when people complimented me, especially gorgeous, younger men like Daddy, but I was going to do my hardest to believe him and to be the best boy I could. That didn’t mean my urge to sass and brat would go away; it would be confidence-building for him. I chuckled to myself at the thought.
“What are you laughing at, sweetheart?”
“Oh, nothing, Daddy. I'm just happy. So have we finished with the grown-up talk?” I looped my arms around Daddy’s neck and kissed him softly, nipping at his lip as I pulled away.
Daddy reached up and tugged me closer. “Why? Do you have plans, Princess?” I wiggled free and slid my hands down his chest until they rested on the button of his trousers.
“Well, you deserve to have something nice.” Encouraged by the slow grin that spread across his face, I popped the top buttonof his trousers. “I was supposed to cook your dinner, and it all went a bit bonkers, and then you were helping me calm down and didn’t bat an eyelid when you saw my room.”
“Sweetheart, honestly, I just wanted to be able to spend time with you.” I hummed, lowering the zipper of Daddy’s trousers to expose his black boxers.
