Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
“That’s two. Want to go for three?” he said, looking at her with a steely gaze.
“Why not? I don’t think you’ll do it.”
“Excuse me, Isla. I’ll be right back.”
Caesar walked to the door and called to Rocco. “I need to take care of something. You two go on. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Returning to the room, Caesar took her hand and led her to the bed. He sat on the mattress and looked at her. “What’s going on, Isla? Have you decided you don’t want a Daddy, or are you pushing me to see how far you can push my limits?”
“I’m a grown woman. I get to choose what I do and what I don’t do,” Isla told him, trying not to be swayed by the solemn look on his face.
“You are very definitely an adult, Isla. I think there’s also someone very special inside you.”
“A Little girl?” she asked flippantly.
“Never make fun of your inner desires or anyone else’s. Little girls are brave and fierce. They have admitted to themselves that they need more than just a boyfriend or a husband. They need something special and rare.”
He lifted one hand and smoothed her hair from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. “They need someone who cares about them so much they love their adult side and their inner needs.”
“You love me?” she asked, feeling her eyes widen in disbelief. Isla knew he cared about her, but…
“I love you, Little Fish. I understand that you’re struggling to adjust. Let’s put a pause on any talk about spanking. We haven’t talked about rules and consequences. Nor have we discussed any special circumstances you might have which are important for me to know.”
“Like what?”
“If you need alternatives to spanking or standing in the corner.”
“I don’t like those.”
“Consequences are not things you’re supposed to like. They’re deterrents to behaviors continuing. If used correctly, they make you think about and make safer choices,” he explained.
“What do you get out of them?” she challenged.
“Daddies care for their Littles. If they put themselves at risk or need their attitude changed, Daddies are there to help them make wiser decisions. Do you ever feel like your mind is going so fast you can’t even think?”
“Yes,” she admitted slowly.
“Sometimes, a Daddy can help you work through a challenge. Sometimes, you just need to stop thinking.” He paused and let her consider that.
Overwhelmed and unsure of what to do, Isla felt a tear course down her cheek. She looked down at her bare feet, trying to pull in her emotions. When Caesar drew her closer to stand between his legs, she walked forward in tiny baby steps to give him time to decide she wasn’t worth it.
He wrapped his arms around her and guided Isla to take a seat on one of his thighs. She leaned against him and hid her face in the nook of his shoulder.
“What’s going on, Isla? You can tell me anything,” Caesar said.
She took three big breaths and whispered, “I don’t want to be hurt.”
“From a spanking?”
“No, not physically, like in a spanking. I don’t want to let my guard down completely and have you show me how wonderful being your Little is. If you walked away now, I’d be devastated. If I let you be my Daddy completely and you decided I wasn’t the one you wanted, I’m scared I’d never recover.” A sob broke through her control as soon as she forced her confession out.
“Leaving you would tear my heart out, Isla. It’s not going to happen. You’re my Little girl. I love you today, tomorrow, and for as long as my heart beats,” he reassured her as he stroked her hair and shoulders.
“That’s hard to believe.”
“Why, Isla? What has made you not believe I’m telling you the truth?”
“Other people wouldn’t understand…”
“To hell with other people,” he interrupted, speaking firmly.
He gripped her shoulders to angle Isla away from his body. He tenderly wiped away her tears with the bottom of his shirt before meeting her gaze. Caesar said, “What goes on in our private life is only important to us. Don’t bring anyone else into our bedroom.”
She blinked at him as she digested that answer. He was right. No one needed to know what happened between the two of them. She’d never even considered what happened between the couples she knew back home.
Isla nodded. “I feel foolish.”
“You shouldn’t. We needed to talk. I never want you to panic like that. We need to discuss what’s bothering you when something starts—not when it festers.”
“You love me,” she repeated.
“I do.”
“I…”
“Tell me later when you’ve had time to think about everything. Saying I love you is too important to just use it as a response.”
“Okay.” She paused for a minute, then rushed to tell him, “I don’t have any kind of trauma in my life that makes spanking bad.”