I glance at him. “It’s no big deal. It’s just that my little doesn’t drink caffeine.”
“Ahhh. So when you get to work, you are your adult self and you caffeinate for the day.”
“Yes.”
“Do you drink alcohol? You don’t have that in the apartment either.”
“Yes. When I’m out as a vanilla person.”
“Got it.”
“Told you I’m not quite like other people. This is why I don’t get too serious with anyone. I’m complex.”
He reaches over to take my hand. He’s getting bolder about holding my hand as the hours tick by in our strange arrangement. I’m not sorry. “Complex is not a bad thing. It’s who you are. Is there any other aspect of you that you’ve kept hidden from me?”
I think for a second and shake my head. “Nope. You pretty much know all my secrets.” I shudder. There are very few people who know as much as Colt does about my life.
“Then how about you stop tiptoeing around and worrying all the time. I’ve seen it all. I’m not going to judge you. From now on, when we get home, I want you to go directly to your room and change into whatever makes you comfortable. While you do that, I’ll get dinner ready, and you can spend two hours in your little space. If you’re exhausted and you fall asleep like last night, that’s fine. I’ll put you to bed. If you’re still awake or need to take care of anything adult, you can switch personas and manage whatever needs to be seen to.”
Besides how damn appealing his offer is, one thing stands out above all else. No. Two things. First of all, he hasn’t asked me a question. It wasn’t a suggestion. He just laid down the law. And secondly, holy mother of God, it was hot. I’m fighting the need to squirm.
It’s not like me to react this way to demands from any Dom. I don’t have many interactions with Doms who aren’t Daddies of course, so I can’t be sure how I would react to other types of commands, but Colt is not my Daddy.
Except that he kind of is. He certainly took care of me like a Daddy would last night. Never batted an eye either. It’s not really shocking for him to go alpha on me. He’s probably on the bossy side at all times. I have no doubt he’s a dominant lover. But he’s known about my world for less than a week, and somehow he’s managed to fill a role I desperately need filled.
He’s rubbing my knuckles with his thumb casual as can be, but when we arrive at my office, he gives my hand a tug to get my attention before I open the door. His brows are raised in that way that makes my panties melt. My heart is pounding and my nipples are tight. He lifts his brows higher, and I finally lick my lips. I realize I never responded to his proclamation. He’s waiting for me to comply. My entire body trembles as I speak. “Yes, Sir.”
Colton dictating how our evenings will be conducted from now on was extremely dominating, but the way he lifted his brow, waiting for me to respond is off-the-charts controlling. Full Dom. Full Daddy. Does he know it?
“Good girl. Have a nice day. Text me if you leave the building.” He lets my hand go, and I exit the car on wobbly legs. I’m confused and bewildered. Colt has gotten under my skin. I’m in a strange gray zone as I walk to the front of my building.
I’m dressed for success, but my mind is in little space. I need to shake myself out of it, and fast. It’s hard. Colt is so dominant. He just issued a command and silently insisted I verbally agree with the most respectful language commonly used in the fetish community. Yes, Sir.
Perhaps there could have been some doubt about his domination from the demand alone. I could have misunderstood his tone or the meaning behind his words. But the second he lifted that brow and held my gaze… Holy Christ. I melted, and I’m not sure when I’ll recover.
It was the hottest interaction of my life. And it was with a man who’s never seen me naked. Hasn’t had sex with me. Hasn’t spanked me.
He doesn’t fit in any of my worlds really. He’s not my Daddy or my boyfriend. I don’t get to keep him after the threat to my life is over. I’ll probably never see him again. I don’t know his last name. He’s a house guest. A house guest who has managed to cause my two distinct worlds to collide on more than one occasion.
He takes control and forces my little to come out in my adult space. It’s disconcerting on so many levels. I never in my wildest dreams expected to meet someone who could be my everything. I may sleep with a stuffed unicorn but I don’t believe they exist in real life.
I’m still struggling as I reach my floor. After I drop off my purse, I head straight for the break room and make a cup of coffee. While I watch the machine, the scent of adult liquid filling the air, the sounds of it percolating, I slowly pull myself together.
Thank God I don’t drink coffee at home. Before Colt, I often dallied in the morning. I would get up earlier than necessary and stay in my little space for a while. I sometimes eat sugary cereal or pop-tarts. I tend to drag my feet as I shed my little and transform into my adult self. I don’t leave her completely until I step out my front door.
Today, that line blurred badly, but the coffee is going to help me seal the transition. And I’m right. The moment I take the first sip, my brain shifts gears. It’s right on time too, because one of my coworkers steps into
