“Yes, Sir.”
“I know I’m relatively new to age play, but if I find you using my weaknesses against me, I will tighten the reins. Understood?”
I squirm, my panties growing damp. “Yes, Sir.”
“You have more freedoms than other little girls. I’ve learned this over the past few months. That stems mostly from my own ignorance. Do not take advantage of the holes in my knowledge or you’ll find yourself over my knee before standing in a corner.”
“Yes, Sir.” I shift my weight from one foot to the other. I probably will test him, partly because it’s in my nature, and partly because the best part of age play is when he reprimands me. “I’ll be good.”
He chuckles and kisses my forehead.
We’ve only been in this house for a week, so we’re not entirely unpacked, but the backyard is my favorite part. Daddy carefully selected this house because it has a high fence with no neighbors behind us. I can be myself outside without anyone finding out about my kink. I love it, and I love him.
“Okay. Go show your friend the swing. Be sure to take turns though.”
I smile at him. “Thank you, Daddy.” I throw my arms around his middle and hug him tight. He’s the best Daddy in the world.
I hope you’ve enjoyed Charming Colton. Please enjoy the following excerpt from Convincing Leah, the next book in the Surrender series.
“You realize he doesn’t scene with anyone else, right?”
I take a sip of my tea and shrug. “That’s his business,” I tell my best friend Eve.
Eve chuckles. “You don’t scene with other people anymore either. I’d say your relationship now falls under the umbrella of exclusive.”
Luckily, the waitress picks this moment to slide our lunches onto the table and ask if we need anything else. It buys me a moment to come up with a response to Eve’s unnerving observation.
Eve is staring at me with her mischievous grin as the waitress walks away.
I roll my eyes. “Craig and I aren’t anything. We aren’t in a relationship. We’re both members of Surrender. We meet there once or twice a week and do a scene together. That’s it. Nothing else.”
“You have chemistry,” Eve points out. “You were a favorite to watch even before Master Craig joined the club. The two of you together are magical to watch.”
It doesn’t escape my notice that she intentionally called him Master Craig, probably rubbing it in that my relationship with him is more than Dom and sub if I would dare refer to him by his first name. “Thank you. I enjoy our scenes,” I respond.
“Okay, let’s assume for the sake of argument that you’re not fooling yourself and your relationship is strictly Dom and sub a few hours a week. Why can’t it be more?” Eve stabs a bite of her salad and dips just the corner of the lettuce into her salad dressing.
I decide to comment on her food habits since I’m about to lift up my burger and take a giant bite, which will have more calories than her entire plate of food. “Your eating habits are beyond fascinating. Do you need to take a picture first to prove to Colton that you got today’s ten servings of vegetables at lunch?” I tease.
The unfortunate part is that it won’t do me a bit of good. No matter what I eat, I remain ridiculously skinny. Some people may roll their eyes and groan, wishing they could eat anything and not gain weight, but I’d gladly trade them places for a few curves and some boobs.
She sets her fork down while chewing her bite to pull out her phone. “Good idea. Maybe he’ll let me have chicken nuggets and mac and cheese for dinner if I prove I hit the rest of the food groups at lunch.”
I laugh. “I don’t think chicken nuggets and mac and cheese are food groups.”
“If you’re five they are,” she points out before taking another bite.
Colton is her Daddy. They have a complicated dynamic, but their agreement with regard to food is the most fascinating. Ever since they moved in together—and now recently bought a house together—she is usually little at home. It’s easiest to meet her during her lunch break when she’s in full accountant business attire if I want to speak to her adult self.
Basically, Eve agrees to eat the healthiest food imaginable at lunch so she can eat like a five-year-old at dinner. She was already living this way before she met him, so nothing really changed except who’s in charge.
Eve clears her throat. “You dodged my question.”
“That’s because you already know the answer. Craig is a Daddy through and through. He humors me by doing scenes with me at the club, but we’d never work out long-term because I don’t need to remind you that I’m not little.” I dig into my hamburger.
Eve swallows another bite. “I think you’re cheating yourself out of an experience. The man is beyond interested in you. It wouldn’t kill you to give his way a try just for giggles.”
I shudder. “Pretending to be five is not just for giggles, Eve. It’s a serious commitment. I don’t mind turning over my control and submitting to someone for an hour on a Friday night, but outside of that, I prefer to be fully in charge of my life at all times.” I cringe at the thought of someone dominating me in my apartment. Not gonna happen.
“It’s so liberating,” Eve tells me for the millionth time.
“It totally suits you. I get that. But whatever is between Craig and me isn’t going there. I hope he doesn’t think if he waits me out, I’ll decide to give age play a try.” I take another bite, but now I’m concerned.
Eve shrugs. “It’s obvious to everyone that he’s into you, so I’m betting more than likely he’s trying to be what you need, a regular Dom.”
That may be. I can see her