Now she is.
Our relationship was unexpected, but has been wonderful. She’s bratty and wonderful and submissive and feisty. She keeps me guessing. She keeps me on my toes. She keeps me happy.
My dominant side roams free when Heather is around. She doesn’t know it yet, but tonight I’m going to ask her to do more than just be my girlfriend. Tonight I’m going to ask her to move in with me, to be my full-time submissive, to be my partner.
Tonight I’m going to ask her for a commitment.
Months ago, I wouldn’t have considered myself the type to settle down. I wouldn’t have considered myself the kind of man who would take a partner long-term. I liked to play with different people and have different experiences, but then I met Heather.
No one gets me hard the way she does.
Even now, as she leans back and kisses me, I can’t help but feel like I’m the luckiest man in the world. I get to do more than just look at a beautiful submissive. I get to play with her, adore her, worship her.
The submissive on stage is perfectly silent as her Dom explores her body. He carefully wraps the ropes around her, tying her, displaying her.
“She’s beautiful,” Heather whispers, and I pull her closer to me.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, pressing my lips to her head.
“Oh, Daddy,” she sighs, leaning back against me. She lets out a contented noise, one that shoots straight to my dick.
She always knows just how to get me.
She’s always going to be my naughty girl.
Tonight I’m going to ask her to be mine.
Tonight’s the night.
Tonight’s our future.
Tonight.
THE END
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Kitty Jones writes stories about naughty girls and their Dominant Daddies. She also writes paranormal and science fiction erotica. When she’s not busy writing, she’s traveling the world with her nose stuck in a book. Please join her mailing list for updates and be sure to follow her on Amazon.
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The Doctor’s Naughty Little
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Melanie Blake didn’t want to go to her doctor’s appointment. She sat in the parking lot and looked at the clinic. It looked…cold: cold and unwelcoming. She didn’t want to go, didn’t want to step inside those doors. It held nothing for her. There was nothing good in there: nothing at all.
Only, she knew that she had to pluck up the courage it would take to walk through those doors. She needed to visit the doctor. She needed to go inside and she needed to talk to someone and there was nothing else that could be done about it.
It was all her fault, really.
That’s why she was there.
She had made a bad choice, slept with a bad person, and now she had to face the consequences of those actions.
And oh, were those actions so not worth it.