Page 12 of Kylie’s Kakes

As we walked, we passed a toy store with the window display all lit up with twinkle lights.

I could stop myself from pressing my hand against the glass when I saw a cupcake Squishmallow. "Oh my gosh. That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life."

It was a soft pink pillow plushie shaped like an adorable cupcake. It even had sprinkles on top. My favorite. My whole body felt warm and only a small part of it was because Jordan had just called me his cupcake. Okay, maybe he didn’t say I was his, but he did call me cupcake.

"It is pretty cute." When I glanced at him through the reflection in the window, he was looking at me instead of the squishie. “But I think the store is closed.”

"It is?" I tried to hide my disappointment by keeping my lower lip from jutting out as I looked at the sign on the door. "Oh, that’s okay. I don’t really need it." That was a total lie. I needed it like I needed air in my lungs. But if the store was closed, there wasn’t much I could do about it. “Let’s go before the ice cream store closes too.”

Rolled ice cream was amazing. It was a mixture of delicious flavors and condensed milk that was spread on a frozen slab and then scraped off in frozen rolls. I made a video of mine to show my friends. The girls would definitely want to plan an ice cream outing there. I only had room for two of the six rolls in my cup, but Jordan ate the rest. It was nice to have someone to share my extras with.

By the time we got to my front door, I was racking my brain to find a reason to keep the night going. "I had a really good time tonight, Jordan." My keys were in my hand, but I was in no hurry to go in.

"Me too." He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, then brushed his fingers along my cheek as he lowered his hand. "Kylie, may I kiss you?"

Thank god! I was afraid he was gonna be too much of a gentleman to give me what I was so desperate for. "Yes, please."

Jordan slid one hand behind my neck and held me in place as he leaned forward and kissed me. Of course, I melted into his touch as his mouth connected with mine like a magnet to steel. His lips were full and soft and exactly as sweet as I’d been imagining they’d be.

When we were both breathless, Jordan pulled back and then pressed one more soft kiss to my forehead. "Good night, Kylie."

"Good night, Jordan."

6

JORDAN

The water was practically scalding, but I didn't care.

I needed to feel the sting along my whole body to keep from going back to Kylie’s and asking if I could stay over. As I braced myself against the wall with water pelting me, I replayed our date in my mind.

Kylie was perfect. Her laugh was infectious, and she blushed when I complimented her. It was like she didn’t expect the praise, but I could tell she thrived on it. And such a good girl deserved all the praise in the world.

As the night went on, she relaxed more and more, opening up to me as if she truly trusted me. By the time we were walking to get ice cream, she was pressed against me for more than heat.

At least, that was what I told myself.

That was what I wanted. With her soft body fitting perfectly at my side, I couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like underneath me. Preferably naked, but even fully clothed, I wanted her close.

Using the endearment “cupcake” might have been a test. Not an intentional one, but a test nonetheless. One that she passed with flying colors. Not because she allowed the nickname but because of the way her breath caught and her eyes locked with mine like she would do anything to please me. That look of complete devotion was the confirmation I’d been looking for.

Confirmation that Kylie was definitely submissive, and maybe even…Little.

Normally, I wouldn’t make a leap like that on a first date. But between the baby bottles in her apartment and the cupcake pillow-thing she was absolutely giddy over, it wasn’t that big of a jump.

The weird thing was that I wasn’t expecting to feel this way after one date. I knew I liked her from the beginning, but what I was feeling was so much more intense than just liking a pretty girl. I’d never had such a quick and deep attraction to a woman.

When she melted against me as we walked, I wanted to push her up against a wall and hold her. Partially to protect her and keep her warm. But also to make her mine.

But assumptions and moving fast wouldn’t work with Kylie.

Even if it did, that wasn’t what I wanted for her. I wanted to give her exactly what she needed. I still didn’t quite know what that was, but I intended to find out.

When my fist wrapped around my cock, I didn't bother pretending to feel guilty about it. Just because Kylie deserved to be treated with respect didn’t mean I couldn’t fantasize about sinking into that soft body as she called out to me. I could almost hear her screaming my name…or better yet, begging Daddy to make her fall apart.

I stroked slowly at first but quickly started fucking into my hand as I pictured Kylie’s flawless skin and full lips when she smiled. How would she look smiling around my dick?

It didn’t take long for that image in my mind to push me over the brink. I came fast and hard, whispering Kyle’s name as an unfamiliar feeling of hope for the future filled me.