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After what felt like an eternity, he finally released my lips from captivity, and I opened my eyes to stare at him. His eyes were dark and full of lust as he stared at me, and they searched mine, absorbing my reaction to his touch as he stood there as silent as a mountain. Before I could find the words to say, he smiled down at me.

“I want things to be official between us,” he finally said, his voice low and husky as he spoke. “That means I don’t want any secrets between us.” Frowning in confusion, I tilted my head to the side.

“What do you mean?” I asked, and he smiled at me.

“There’s something I need to tell you, and I don’t want you to judge me for it,” he continued, sounding a little worried as he spoke. “I just need you to have an open mind and consider what I’m about to tell you.” After considering this for a moment, I nodded in response.

“What is it?” I asked, and he took a deep breath.

“I’m a Daddy,” he admitted to me, closing his eyes as he spoke as though he was bracing himself for my response. “I’m a Daddy, and I want you to be my Little.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Scott

As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt as though I never should have said them in the first place. The words floated in the air between us like smog, and I knew I was already past the point of no return. I wanted to take them back, but, based on the look on her face, it was impossible. So, as I waited for her response, I did everything I could to remain as confident as possible.

Much to my surprise, Amanda didn’t respond right away. Instead, she seemed just as stunned as I was, but I couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad thing at this point. Just when I was considering giving up and calling the whole thing off, I saw the smile start to spread across her face.

“You are?” she asked, sounding relieved as she spoke. As afraid as I was, I was amazed at her response and found myself nodding in response.

“Yes,” I replied, staring down at her in confusion. “Is that a bad thing?” Immediately, she burst into sweet, high pitched, musical laughter and shook her head at me.

“No, of course not,” she reassured me. “That actually saves me quite a bit of worrying, especially since I want to give being a Little a try.” My heart stopped dead in my chest as I stared down at her in surprise.

So, she wasn’t a Little, but she already knew about Daddies and Littles. That saved me a lot of trouble right away, but I was a bit surprised at the fact that she had said that she wanted to try being a Little. Realizing that she wasn’t already a Little, I knew this might actually cause a small amount of trouble, but I didn’t mind it. Instead, I decided to give it a try.

“Do you know what most Daddies expect from their Littles?” I asked as I let her go. As she nodded in response, I motioned towards the bed, and she took a seat.

“I know that you expect me to be myself and give in to my childish ways,” she admitted as she considered my question. “I also know that you want me to treat you as though you’re not just a sexual partner but my parent as well.” Wincing, I shook my head.

“Daddy,” I corrected. “Treat me like your Daddy, not a parent.” Nodding, she smiled at me.

“Right,” she agreed. “Treat you like my Daddy.” After a moment, she continued. “There’s still one thing I don’t really understand.” Confused, I raised an eyebrow at her.

“What is it?” I asked, and she took a deep breath.

“If you’re a Daddy, and you wanted me to be your Little,” she began, seeming to struggle for the words, “then why didn’t you tell me before?” Immediately, I lowered my gaze, trying to consider my answer before simply blurting it out. Realizing that the best way to tell her was to be one hundred percent honest, I took a deep breath, knowing I was taking a huge risk.

“Because I didn’t know how you would react,” I informed her. Seeing the confusion on her face, I decided to elaborate. “I didn’t want to just tell you because I was afraid that you wouldn’t want to see me any longer. I thought that it would be better to sit down and have a nice talk about this, but I didn’t know how to bring it up.” Rather than looking upset or weirded out by my confession, she started to smile once again.

“That explains a lot,” she agreed as she considered my response. “Doesn’t seem like a very Daddy thing, but I can see where you’re coming from.” Deep within me, the inner Daddy roared in anger, demanding that she pay for her insult.

Was she challenging me as a Daddy? I knew that she wasn’t used to all of it, but my pride as a Daddy was hurt, and I had to take a moment to consider this. As much as I wanted to bend her over my knee and punish her for insulting me, I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.

“I recommend watching what you say,” my voice a low growl as I spoke. “You might be new to this, but don’t expect me to take your insults lightly. That’s the type of thing that will get you punished.” A coy smile took over her, and she tilted her head to the side.

“What kind of punishment?” she asked, and my anger flared up inside me.

“Let’s start with no movie tonight,” I informed her, daring her to continue acting the way she was. “If you keep this up, I might have to ground you as well as give you a proper spanking.” A playful look washed over her expression, and she giggled.

“Oh no,” she said as she pressed a hand on her chest. “Please don’t ground me. I promise to be a good Little.” Realizing that she was already playing her part, I was amazed at how well she was doing and couldn’t help but smile.

“What are you willing to do in order to make it up to me, Little One?” I asked, eager to see how far she was willing to take this. She thought for a moment before shrugging.

“Whatever you want, Daddy,” she informed me. Seeing the opening she had provided me, I couldn’t help but smile.

“Then strip down,” I ordered, the lust taking hold as I spoke. “I want to see your body.” Without hesitation, she rose to her feet and pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her soft, curvy body to my hungry gaze.