Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Oh God.” I tried to pull the blanket over my head but he didn’t let me.
“Don’t do that. Don’t hide from Daddy.”
“I don’t know if I like you calling yourself that.”
“Then use Sir if you don’t like it but just to be clear on what this is about, it’s a form of dominance and submission. It’s a need we both have—one of us to provide guidance, and one of us who seeks it. It’s not about daddy issues. It’s not dirty, or immoral or desiring things you shouldn’t. And second, you have to remember, I’m the boss here. Regardless of what you call me, I’m in control. Now, it’s five and you need to get up to eat.”
My body jerked forward at that and I sat up. “Five? Holy shit. How did I sleep that long?”
Kieran shrugged. “You needed it. It’s a lot to take in…this power exchange, when you’re not used to it. You went into subspace for the first time. Your mind was dealing with that.”
Subspace. I remembered reading briefly about it on the site Kieran had given me.
“Get up,” he told me again. “It’s time to eat.”
“If I’m supposed to be your sub, or your boy, or whatever you call it, aren’t I supposed to be the one cooking for you?”
He gave me a cocky smile as though I just asked the most ridiculous question in the world. “No. Not always. If I’m going to be your Dom or your Daddy, I’m supposed to take care of you. I’m supposed to know what you need. Sometimes—likely most of the time—you might do those things for me, but it’s my responsibility to know when you need to serve me, and when you need to be taken care of. Sometimes, serving me is taking care of you and other times, it’s not.”
My chest began to ache and my pulse raced. There was something that sounded so…right about that, but I shoved those thoughts aside because it wasn’t someone else’s responsibility to know what I needed.
“This will be the last time I tell you to get up.” Kieran cocked a brow at me, before he turned and walked out of the room.
I should stay there to prove a point to him, but then, how would staying in his bed do that? Also, I was ravenous. I felt like I hadn’t eaten in weeks, so I climbed out of bed, and realized Kieran must have taken my shoes off at some point. “I’ll be right out. I need to use the restroom,” I called to him before I closed the door to the hallway bathroom.
I relieved myself before I washed my hands and then looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was the same—dark and short, though mussed from sleep. I had soft features, dark eyes and dimples. A shortly trimmed beard. I looked…well, I looked just like I had before a man who called himself Daddy fucked my throat, comforted me and put me to bed.
And I’d liked it, Christ, I’d liked what he’d done to me. Maybe because I was horny and it was sucking dick, so why wouldn’t I like it? All I knew was I wanted it again and wanted to walk away at the same time.
Before I thought about it too much, I left the bathroom and went to Kieran’s dining room. He sat at the head of the rectangular table where I’d blown him earlier. In the first setting, on the side of the table, was a plate of lasagna and bread, with a glass of wine that I assumed was for me.
A light, almost airy feeling swept through me at seeing what he’d done. “Thank you.” This was kind of him, making dinner for me was very kind.
“You’re welcome. Sit. Eat. We’ll talk about everything else when we’re done.”
I pulled out the chair beside him and sat in it. I managed to get a few bites down before I couldn’t hold back some of the thoughts in my head. “I’m sorry. The way I fell asleep like that. I don’t know what came over me.” It was quite embarrassing if I was being honest.
“You needed it. Don’t apologize for that. It’s okay if sometimes things feel like they’re too much. And like I said, you went into subspace.”
I told myself I was going to look into that more. “I—”
“I love lasagna. Eat first. Talk afterward,” Kieran interrupted. “If you can’t listen, you’ll be punished.”
I shifted in my seat at that. Was he talking about spanking like I’d seen on the site? There was a quiet voice in the back of my head that wanted me to argue with him to see what he’d do. A voice that wanted me to tell him he was crazy, but then…he’d been kind to me today. For weeks, actually. He’d made me this meal and I didn’t want to be an asshole to him afterward.