Page 14 of Tying Little Tay (Littles of Rawhide Ranch #13)

Guilia

Tay was up before Guilia the following morning, They’d magicked some brioche from somewhere, brewed some excellent coffee and helped Guilia start her day off in the most Italian way possible—sweet bread, coffee and not a piece of bacon anywhere in sight.

Guilia did not understand the American obsession with a savory breakfast. It seemed wrong and far too heavy to start a day on, so she appreciated the fact that Tay had clearly thought about what she would like most.

They lay in bed together, it being a day off for both of them, and Guilia wondered if anything could ever be better.

“You didn’t come last night,” said Tay, after they’d devoured their breakfast. “We should fix that.”

“Hmmmm… perhaps later, conigliette. For now, this is lovely. And besides, you are supposed to be coming up with a punishment; I was thinking that perhaps we focus on that today.”

“I did have an idea,” said Tay slowly. “I figure that as all of your delicious handmade ice cream is gone, then perhaps I should make some from scratch for you.”

It certainly fit the crime. Not a bad attempt at all. “Yes,” said Guilia. “And you can milk Elsa the cow, so as to have fresh milk for the ice cream also.”

That had Tay’s eyes widening. “Wait, what? But… but…”

“But what, tesore? Surely you’re not scared of a cow.”

“I’m not scared of cows,” said Tay, “but the outside is a little bit…” They pulled a face. “It’s cold and mucky and the petting zoo is going to be extra mucky.”

“You have big boots; you can wear those.”

The thought of Tay’s beloved Doc Martens potentially being covered in animal excrement was enough to horrify Tay, but they didn’t refuse. Guilia had guessed the day before just how much Tay regretted the great ice-cream heist, but to be willing to get mucky for it…

“How about this: you milk the cow, and prep the milk to turn into cream, and I will sit on your face this evening.”

That was apparently the best of motivators. Tay wanted to bound out of bed immediately and head over to the petting zoo, but Guilia managed to persuade them to have a shower and get dressed first.

While they were doing that, she called over to the Littles’ Wing and asked Holly to send over an outfit for Tay to wear. Jeans and a floaty top were delivered just as Tay left the bathroom, attempting to towel dry their hair.

“Daddy, what’s in the other bedroom?” they asked curiously as they started getting dressed, for Guilia’s suite, like all of the rooms in the Submissives’ Suites, had two bedrooms.

Derek had asked Guilia once if she’d be willing to share the space, but the look she’d given him had made her answer quite clear. She’d taken submissives in for a night or two if everywhere else was full up, but sharing her space wasn’t something that Guilia liked to do.

The fact that she was so comfortable doing so with Tay showed how much she liked the Little.

“I treat it like an office,” she explained, opening the door to the room, and for once she got to see her office through someone else’s eyes.

Guilia was a fairly experimental chef. She didn’t go wild, but she liked to try out different flavor pairings, and trial new platings. And this is where she did that.

Against one wall was a large whiteboard that was covered in notes and pictures of different ice-cream flavorings.

It stretched the entire length of the wall and Tay’s eyes widened when they saw it.

There was her desk, piled high with notes and sketches, and then a couch in the corner that turned into a bed if she ever had someone stay.

Tay wandered into the room and started looking at the ice-cream wall.

Guilia had been considering trying out some savory flavors, but most of the subs and Littles at Rawhide Ranch all wanted sweet treats and desserts.

There wasn’t much space for a parmesan ice cream or a rosemary ice cream.

There were tons on Guilia’s wall of ideas, and she felt a little self-conscious as Tay looked over them.

“This is a great idea,” they said eventually. “Why aren’t you selling savory ice cream in the restaurant?”

“Because everyone wants sweet flavors,” she argued, and dismissed the wall with a wave of her hand. “They’re only ideas. Not to be taken seriously.”

Tay looked like they were taking them seriously, and Guilia really didn’t know what to do with that. This was her creative space, where she played around with new ideas, but most of them never made it out of her suite, and never any of the savory flavors.

“Huh,” said Tay, and they were up to something, Guilia could tell, but she wasn’t sure if saying anything would make a difference.