Page 35 of Blade

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Blade

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I clean everything up and put the rest of the pizzas in the fridge before scooping my girl into my arms and carrying her to the couch. I lower her into the corner, sit next to her, and pull her legs over my own. “You tired? Or would you like to listen to me explain some things?”

“I’m fine. I’ve been waiting all day for you to tell me your secrets.” She smiles sheepishly.

All I can do is dive in and hope for the best. “How much do you know about BDSM and kink?”

“Uh, not much. Like bondage and stuff?”

“Lots of stuff, yes. I belong to a club here in Seattle called Surrender. Most of my guys do, too. It’s a kink club that caters to many different kinds of preferences.”

“I see.” She stiffens. “So you’re a Dominant?”

“Ah, so you do know some terminology.”

She shrugs. “Not a lot, but I’ve seen movies, and I’ve read a few books.”

I nod. “So you get the gist. Yes, I’m a Dom.” I’m impressed.

“That’s why you’ve mentioned spanking me.” She grins as if she’s figured it all out.

“Yes, but it’s more than that.”

She sits taller. “Do you have a secret room with whips and chains?” She glances toward the hallway.

I chuckle. “No, Little one. I have two empty rooms, and I’ll let you pick what goes in them.”

Her eyes bug out. “You want me to organize a dungeon?”

I laugh. “No, honey.” I lift her good hand to my lips and kiss her knuckles. “I’m not that kind of Dom. I’m what’s called a Daddy Dom. Have you heard of that term?”

She shakes her head.

“It means I prefer my submissive to enjoy letting me take care of her much how I’ve taken care of you all day.”

She holds my gaze, tapping her lips absently with one finger.

At least she’s not running from the house. I give her legs a squeeze. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know. I can see you processing everything.”

“Do you want me to call you Daddy or something?” She giggles as if this idea is preposterous.

“Yes. When you’re ready.”

“Oh.” Her face sobers.

“It’s a common endearment Little girls use for their Dom when they practice this sort of kink. It’s called age play.”

Her eyes widen. “You’ve called me Little girl several times today.”

“Yes. I recognized the Little in you right away. Just because you weren’t aware of the kink and maybe haven’t thought of it before doesn’t mean you don’t have a Little inside you.”

“Little. Like a noun.”

“Exactly. Little one. Little girl. Sometimes just Little.”