Page 19 of Tying Little Tay (Littles of Rawhide Ranch #13)

Tay

Tay wasn’t sure that they’d ever seen Guilia look so unimpressed. Not even after the heist. They giggled nervously but Guilia did not smile.

“Did you not explain this to Signore Derek? Did you not ask for someone to help you with some maintenance kink?”

Tay was certain that they looked as sheepish as they felt. They hadn’t wanted to be a burden on anyone, and they really didn’t want someone to do some kink with them because they had to. They’d tried that in the past and it just felt unanchoring, discombobulating.

Unsatisfying.

“It’s not quite as simple as all that,” they explained. “I can’t relax into a scene if I don’t have a connection with a person, and so maintenance kink sometimes makes me feel worse about myself.”

They’d tried it in the past, before they came to the Ranch, and they’d slept worse than ever, lying awake, feeling empty and lost.

But last night, with Guilia, everything had been different. Their Daddy had pushed them, pushed what they could take, and they’d reveled in it. Wanted it.

Wanted more.

“But we have a connection,” said Guilia.

“Yes, Daddy,” said Tay with a grin. “We certainly do.”

“So if we did kink before bed each night…”

Tay wanted to jump up and down on the spot and yell “yes yes yes”. Partly because they figured that they’d have the best sleep of their life, and partly because if the previous night was anything to go by, kink with Daddy was going to be phenomenal.

“Well, you did promise to sit on my face…”

Guilia laughed and kissed them again, the tart lemonade sweet on her lips. “After dinner; we need to eat still.”

“I’d like to do dinner for us,” said Tay. “To cook for you.”

Guilia paused a moment, before saying yes. “That’d be lovely, tesore.”

“I can run down and get bits from the kitchen, if that’s okay? A surprise for Daddy?”

When Guilia agreed, Tay popped over to the kitchen to grab steak and stuff for a salad.

Being in the Submissives’ Suites made things so much easier, they thought, rather than being up on the third floor in the Littles’ Wing.

Nico was working and he grinned at them as they made a list of what they were grabbing and stuck it to the kitchen noticeboard.

“I’ll pay for the ingredients tomorrow, if that’s okay? ”

“Of course!” said Nico. “How’s time with your Daddy going?”

It took everything Tay had not to swoon right then and there. “It’s wonderful . She’s wonderful. And I want to treat her to something delicious for dinner. Nothing too heavy.”

“So steak and salad? Good call.” He grinned. “One of these days I’ll find my own Daddy, but until then, I’ll just have to live vicariously through you.”

They laughed. “Have a good shift, Nico.”

“Thanks, honeybun.”

Dinner was simple, but delicious. Neither of them wanted anything particularly heavy after lunch—Tay had eaten pasta in the kitchen while prepping the milk, and they knew that Guilia had ordered up a plate of risotto—so steak cooked simply with garlic and butter seemed like an excellent idea.

And Tay was particularly proud of the salad that they came up with: arugula, peaches and candied walnuts, with sun-blush tomatoes and a balsamic vinaigrette to pull it all together.

“Tesore, this is buonissimo . Absolutely delicious.”

The two of them sat at the little dining table in a corner of the living room and ate in the kind of silence that accompanies really good food. After they’d cleared the table, Guilia insisted on washing the dishes, and Tay dried them.

But then, when they were done, there was an awkward pause.

“Do you want?—”

“You still up for?—”

They spoke simultaneously, which broke the tension, making them both laugh.

“You go,” said Guilia.

“Well, I’ve cooked for you, and satisfied that desire; and now I’d like to satisfy another desire,” said Tay. They cringed slightly at their clumsy phrasing but forged ahead anyway. “Come on, Daddy. Sit on my face.”

Guilia chuckled. “Conigliette, you have a very unique way with words.”

They took that as a compliment, “Thank you, Daddy.”

Their Daddy hadn’t really undressed the night before, but now Guilia started to undo the buttons on her shirt, and Tay couldn’t look away, hypnotized by the deft movement of her fingers.

The black lace that she wore beneath her clothes almost had Tay falling to their knees in worship.

“Oh,” they said.

“Oh?” Guilia looked concerned. “Are you okay, tesore?”

“I… you look…” Tay just threw their arms up. “How are you this gorgeous?”