Page 72 of Love Lessons: Expanded Edition

He wouldn’t even let her keep reading until the end of the issue. She thought about trying to keep reading anyway, but she was worried that he might actually take her books away.

Time for bed, he told her.

She debated arguing, but then got a better idea. If I get ready for bed, what do I get?

Plenty of sleep. His mouth was serious, but his eyes were laughing.

She rolled her eyes. In that case, I’ll stay out here. You can do better than that.

He pressed a kiss to her knee. You’ve been very good all evening. What does my sweet girl want?

She bounced up to sitting, not quite sure how to phrase what she wanted. Special Daddy time?

He chuckled. I thought this was special Daddy time. I’ve been enjoying myself. Are you enjoying yourself?

She couldn’t even put into words how relaxing and special this evening had already been. Who knew that this would be her thing? But was she going to tell Daddy that when he was teasing her?

Maybe. If it got her what she wanted.

She launched herself into his lap and covered his face with noisy, pink kisses. I’m having a wonderful time!

He was laughing, his belly expanding rhythmically against hers.

But do you know what would make it better? She lifted her chin, trying to look cute.

What?

Naughty Daddy time.

Well, I think I could be persuaded. He was just toying with her now. She could feel him getting hard beneath her, and she squirmed against him. The way that his breath caught told her everything that she needed to know.

He grabbed her arms, though, stilling her squirming and bouncing. He looked serious and she made herself pay attention.

We need to check in first. Is your list of limits still the same? It’s OK if it’s different. Or you can just tell me what you want.

She scrunched up her nose. She was usually the one reminding people of stuff like this, but she’d been too distracted to think of it this time.

She wasn’t sure if her limits had changed, necessarily, but her interests for tonight had. Maybe nothing too rough right now? Kinky’s fine, but, like, gentle kink?

He kissed her forehead. That’s fine. He still wasn’t really comfortable with impact play or some of the rougher things anyway. And… do you want to stay a middle? We can do sexual things separately if you want to.

That was a difficult question, actually. She’d been getting carried away, and this had all been moving a lot faster than she expected it to.

As she weighed out the two choices, the adult observer at the back of her head got louder. She found herself analyzing the evening, dissecting what they’d done, wondering about who she was and what this meant…

Daddy pressed a kiss to her lips, disrupting her thoughts that swirled and crashed like rapids in a stream.

If the question is that difficult, I think we need to take a break. I’m going to tell you what to do, alright?

She nodded eagerly. This was so different than the scenes she was usually in, that started when someone was tying her up and ended when the cuffs came off. Even slipping out of this space felt uncomfortable and odd. Kind of jerky and discombobulating.

You’re going to rest your head on my shoulder. You’re not going to think about anything. I want you to feel my breath move in my chest. He moved one of her hands over his heart. You can stay there for as long as you want. And when you’re ready, you’re going to sit up and then we’ll have a conversation. Understand?

Yes, Daddy. Thank you.

Ahhhhh… This was what she’d needed. She nuzzled into his shoulder, feeling their chests pressed together. They were both still hard, and her dress was rucked up around her thighs leaving little to the imagination.

But all she had to concentrate on was his breathing. With each breath, he lifted her body, just a little bit, and then lowered it again. It was almost like being rocked to sleep. It was safe. Comforting.

He turned his head and she could feel his breath on her cheek. It was warm. Rhythmic. It was Daddy’s breath, and it felt precious. Like he was sharing it with her.

Her thoughts slowed and eventually moved back toward adulthood. This time it was more like floating down a river. She knew where she was going, and she would get there.