“Ok, Baby. Time to go inside.”
“Not yet, Daddy. Pleeeeaase.”
I didn’t want to go inside just yet. Sitting here with him on the patio, hearing him talk, enjoying the sound of his voice almost as much as the words coming out.
I loved that he was opening up to me tonight. He always makes me talk, but I liked hearing about his last trip and getting inside his head. I am reluctant to let it end even though I can guess what is coming next.
“Baby, Now.”
That tone does things to me. Mostly makes me smile. I love that he can put a smile on my face. He can bring a tear to my eye, too. He also has the power to make me hurt more than anyone else.
But I love the space we are in now, me chuckling at his demands, feeling playful. I missed that the most.
I have a choice here and now. What direction do I take? Be the good girl and get up and follow him, leading to the comfort of inside, a bed, his arms, and passionate kisses.
Or do I draw this out? Be the brat that he needs. Be playful. Make his sadist come out in full force. It will eventually lead to inside and passionate kisses, but it will also include the rough that I am so willing to take.
“If you want me inside, you have to catch me first.”
I take off down the path and head to the trail that leads to the beach. No one will be there at this time of night, no one to wander by and catch us doing dirty things.
Of course, he is much faster than I, and we don’t make it all the way down to the sand (likely a good thing. I hate the idea of sand in every crevice.)
I get pulled down by him like I was the lightest of feathers. I need to work on that. I need more fight in me. I need to show him I can be passionate about us, too.
I can take whatever he wants to dish out. He can show me how to be his Good Girl.
He has me pinned down now. My arms are held tight against my chest by his body. He has a hand around my throat and a hand crawling up my thigh, getting ready to find out how much I enjoy this play.
I feel the rise in his pants. I push up against it, suddenly thankful for the thrusters my trainer made me do.
“Have you had enough, little girl?”
“Never. I will never have enough of you, Daddy.”
Lisa Gray 