I groan. I can’t handle this confusion. It’s too much. I can’t get a grip on Eve the adult. She’s there, near the surface, but she isn’t interested. Maybe because I’m not used to maintaining that side of me in my apartment. Maybe it’s because now that I no longer need to worry about Colt judging me, I feel comfortable enough to be myself.
Those might be factors, but they don’t explain why I feel submissive even in the car with him. On my way to and from work. I can’t transition that quickly. I’m going to need to drive myself tomorrow. If I don’t, I’ll end up just as confused as I was today.
If I take my own car to work, I’ll be able to make the switch to my adult self before I get there and decompress on the way home. That’s what I’ll do. Problem solved. One of them anyway.
What about the fact that I desperately would like to have sex with him? I don’t even know what that looks like if I’m little, and it’s not what he wants either.
A knock sounds on the door. “Eve. Will you come out, please?”
I sigh. His voice instantly controls me. Shit.
“Eve, open the door, baby. Talk to me.”
Great. That was even more dominating than the first request.
“Here’s the thing. In twenty-four hours, I’m going to get schooled on every nuance of spanking, then I’m going to pepper your little bottom until it’s so pink you won’t soon forget. I don’t care if you scene with three other Daddies tomorrow at the club. I’m going to be the last one to spank you. The number of swats I intend to use is increasing by the minute, so I suggest you open the door.”
I inhale sharply. A moment later I scramble to my feet, facing the door. My hand is over my chest. My robe has fallen open. I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny in my entire life. I also don’t want to risk him spanking me any more than he already intends. I yank open the door.
“That’s better.” He seems ten times larger filling the doorframe with his hands on both sides. “Eve, I get that you’re confused. Hell, I am too. But don’t shut me out. I want you to talk to me.”
I look at the floor, wrapping my arms around me, but not bothering to close my robe. He can see my panties and my tiny tank top. I don’t care. “You’re incredibly dominant, Colt.”
“Can’t say I was aware of that before this week, but you seem to bring it out in me. Does it scare you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because when I’m with you, your intensity brings out my submission.” It’s all suddenly much clearer to me, and I lift my gaze. “My adult is never around dominant men. Or she puts them in their place. She’s strong and determined and in charge. You’re topping her. And when you do that, she fades, leaving me mostly little.”
He nods slowly. I can see him processing. “No one else has dominated you outside of the club?”
I shake my head. “I guess not. I don’t let them. If they tried, I’d put a stop to it. I only do vanilla relationships outside of the club.”
“You must be exhausted.”
I nod. He’s right. I am.
He releases the doorframe and steps further into the bathroom, holding out a hand. “Come here, baby.”
I melt when he calls me baby. That’s twice tonight and once last night. I’m keeping track.
He pulls me into his arms and rocks me back and forth, smoothing his hand down my hair. After a few moments, he turns us toward the sink. He finds a washcloth, wets it, and gently wipes my face. It feels cool and soothing after all my stress. I guess there were a few tears too. I hadn’t realized it.
Next, he grabs my toothbrush and puts toothpaste on it. He wets it and hands it to me. “Brush.”
I’m shaking as I take it from him. I brush my teeth while he fills the little cup next to the sink with water. He hands it to me when I’m finished and I rinse.
He points toward the toilet. “Use the bathroom. I’ll tuck you in after that.” He kisses my forehead before he leaves, shutting the door behind him.
For a moment, I stare at the closed door. Holy shit. Holy… Shit…
I do as he’s instructed and wash my hands, staring at the woman in the mirror for a few moments, wondering who the hell she is. When I emerge, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. I go to him.
He removes my robe. Then he pats the mattress where he’s pulled back the covers. “Get in.”
I do as I’m told, only slightly self-conscious about my panties and tank top. “Are you going to bed too?” I ask, my voice small.
“I need to do some more work tonight, baby. I’ll join you in a while.”
I pout. I keep doing that with him. “Will you lie down with me until I fall asleep first?”
He holds my gaze for a moment, considering my request.
“Please?” I come so close to calling him Daddy. I know I did when I was half asleep last night, but it seems too bold to do so when I’m fully awake.
I’m nearly giddy when he nods and then rounds to the other side of the bed and climbs up on top of the blankets next to me. He lifts his arm out so that I can snuggle up next to him.
I shock him and myself when I kick the covers back and scamper over the top to flatten my body alongside his. I don’t want to be under the
