Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
"Not at all," I replied quickly, with a firm shake of my head. "That's what I want too. I wasn't sure if I'd ever find someone who wanted the same things as I do, but I would love to share my life with a Daddy and partner." The uncertainty disappeared from his gaze, leaving only the pretty sparkle I loved.
"When you say Daddy and partner, do you see those two things separately?"
"Oh, no, I want them to be the same person."
Amir chuckled softly and squeezed me tighter. "I'm glad to hear it. But I meant; how do you picture your perfect relationship? Would you prefer keeping 'little' time separate from 'big' time? Or do you prefer to blend them?"
Oh. I blushed at my misunderstanding, and how my blatant inexperience showed itself in my words. "I've thought a lot about little time, but not how it would work with the rest of a relationship." I honestly never thought I'd get this far. "I guess I'm not really sure." I hated to disappoint him. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, kitten. You don't need to know all of the answers. Part of the fun is figuring it out together."
He was so sweet, and knew exactly what to say. I wanted to say the right things too, so I asked, "What does your ideal relationship look like?"
"I prefer to take the lead on most things, but I'm open when it comes to mixing or separating little time. Whatever my boy is comfortable with is fine by me. However, I would always want him to lean on me for advice and guidance, and I would dote on and care for him whether he was little or big."
"That sounds wonderful." My words didn't do it justice; his ideals were everything I wanted.
"I'm so glad to hear you say that. Because Henley, I want to share those things and so much more with you. I want to show you everything this lifestyle has to offer, while treating you with the care you deserve. Will you let me be your partner and your Daddy?"
My heart took off like a runaway train. Not only was Amir offering me everything I desired, he asked like it was a favor to him. I couldn't answer quickly enough, "Yes! Oh, yes, I will. I will try to be the best partner and boy for you."
His warm hand found my cheek as his face lit up with the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen. "Just be yourself and I know you will be."
I was overcome with emotion and need. They outweighed my nerves and gave me the courage to ask, "Will you please kiss me again?"
Amir answered by pressing his mouth against mine. Just like the time before, my eyes fluttered closed and I gave myself over to the bliss of his firm touch and soft lips. But unlike the last time, Amir moved to deepen our kiss.
He used his lips to part mine, and my breath sped up as he tickled the tip of his tongue along my plush skin. I opened a little wider, and his tongue slithered between my teeth. He slowly lapped against the roof of my mouth, giving me time to get used to the feeling and catch my breath.
Nervous but determined, I licked against Amir's tongue. It was slick, sweet, and delicious. It tangled with my own, each of us gently lapping and sucking. Copying Daddy, it was easy to know what to do.
It was also easy to think of the name in my mind as he silently guided and taught me. His hands sank into my hair and tilted my head to the side, allowing him to kiss me deeper. His saliva trickled into my mouth and I swallowed it greedily. I licked, pecked, and nibbled until my heart was pounding in my ears and my breaths were shallow.
I whimpered when Daddy ended the kiss; I wanted his lips on mine forever. When I finally managed to open my eyes, I found him staring back at me with dark, large pupils.
Maybe he saw the question in mine, because he whispered, "You are an incredible kisser."
Relief washed over me. I had only heard negative words about my dating abilities, so Daddy's comment was a welcome change. I was just so happy to make him happy.
"So are you, Daddy," I whispered back. My blood rushed to my face so quickly that it caused a shiver to break out over the rest of my body.
"It's getting very chilly out," Daddy said before sliding off of the trunk of his car and onto his feet. "I need to get you back into the cruiser to get you warmed up."
He took the cone (which I'd forgotten I was holding) from my hand, placed it in his empty cup, and offered me his palm so I could get down. But I couldn't move. Well, technically I could, but if I did, he would surely see what I was trying to hide by sitting down.