by Maren Smith
“I love them. What other checklists and rules can we make?”
“It depends on your goals. What else has been on your mind?”
We decide on morning affirmations, no screen time an hour before bed and a set bedtime. Trey has me write out the chart and we stick it to my refrigerator.
“What happens when I stick to my plans?” I ask, smiling up at him.
Trey brushes his lips against mine. “You get told you’re a good girl. You get presents. And you get spanked.”
“Spanked as a reward? I thought spankings were a punishment.”
He nuzzles behind my ear and says in that rich, velvety voice, “Not the way I spank.”
I brush my fingers down his large palms, imagining them on my ass, and a jolt of desire goes through me. “What happens when I don’t stick to my plans?”
Trey’s face becomes serious. “If we determine that you neglected your rules because you were careless or willful, I’ll ask you to explain why and then give you a suitable punishment like lines or pushups or explaining to another trainer at the gym what you did and why you’re sorry.”
I shiver like I’m cold at the thought of telling one of the doms at Dom Fitness that I broke Trey’s rules. “I’ll be good.”
He laughs softly. “We’ll see. Most subs like to test their boundaries. It makes them feel safe.”
“Staying within the lines makes me feel safe,” I assure him. I think over what he said. “You said if we determine that I neglected my rules. We?”
“Yes, of course we. I’m not going to punish you against your will or when you don’t feel sorry. You have to feel sorry first and ask for your punishment.”
This is so different to the way I thought it would be, in which I step out of line and I’m forced painfully back into it. “Is that how other daddies and little girls do things?”
“Sometimes. Some little girls like to be made to feel sorry, but that’s not my way and I don’t think that’s yours, either.”
I’m the first to tell myself when I’ve screwed up, so he’s probably right. I catch the edge of his T-shirt and tug it playfully. “What about today, though? Have I been good today?”
He smiles his beautiful smile and kisses my nose. “You’ve been so good today, bunny. Would you like to choose a reward? You can have new stickers for your charts, or a new coloring book. Or we could try making a new recipe together.”
It’s so little girlish, what he’s suggested, and hearing him say these things makes me feel happier than I have in a long time. Simple pleasures like stickers and coloring books. I could get used to that.
But my mind has gone other places, back to what he said earlier. I’m dying to feel his hands on me. “Could we try a…reward spanking?”
Trey smiles, and his eyes light with interest and he puts his arms around me. “I would love that. Are you comfortable being in your underwear and me touching you?”
I lean into him, feeling breathless. Suddenly all I can think about is Trey touching me, and me touching Trey. “Yes, please. So comfortable.”
He leads me over to the sofa and sits down. “If you lie face down over my lap, that’s a good beginner position.”
Beginner position. That means there must be intermediate and advanced positions. I had no idea. Still in my gym gear of leggings and T-shirt, I get on my knees and lay across his lap, my stomach against his thighs and my ass up. Trey gives me a cushion to hug.
“How does that feel?” he asks, stroking his fingers through my hair.
Surprisingly comfortable. I haven’t been this vulnerable in so long, not willingly anyway, and opening up to Trey is pleasurable as well as easy. I already feel a tingling between my legs. Maybe this really is a reward.
“So good, daddy.”
Trey strokes down my back and hips to my ass, and I breathe in sharply at the delicious sensations. He moves on down the backs of my legs and up again.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, still stroking me.
I bury my face in the cushion, smiling at the unfamiliar compliment. He rolls the waistband of my leggings down a slow inch at a time as if he’s unwrapping a much-anticipated present. He lifts his hand, and then it descends in a swift, sharp smack.
I let out a little squeal, more from surprise than anything else.
“How was that?” Trey asks.
I wriggle about, enjoying the feel of his palm against my sensitized skin. “Kind of cute. I liked it.”
He laughs softly and does it again. There’s a burn, and then the heat feels pleasurable. As he continues, I feel myself sinking into his thighs and my whole body getting warm. Deep in my core, there’s an ache for more.
Trey lands a firm, loud spank, and instead of hissing in pain, I moan at how good it feels.
“That’s what I like to hear, bunny,” he tells me, his voice husky, and does it again. Instead of hurting, all his spanks only make me feel amazing, until I’m moaning like we’re having sex.
Trey slides two fingers along the seam of my pussy over my underwear. I can feel how wet I am against his fingers. “How’s that?” he whispers.
“So good, daddy,” I pant, my eyes squeezed shut and my breath coming fast in anticipation. I’m so far overdue a Trey-induced orgasm. Please, please let it be now.
He delves beneath my underwear and touches me with his bare fingers, making me cry out louder than I ever have before from pleasure. I walk my knees open a little, and as I shift about on his lap, I can feel his cock digging into my stomach. Trey has a possessive grip on my ass with one hand and finds my clit with the other, rubbing it hard and making the darkness behind my eyelids explode with fireworks.
“Does that feel even better after a little spanking?” he murmurs.
I can only make incoherent noises in reply. Yes, it feels so, so much better. I didn’t realize that a little bit of pain and heat, given in such a sweet way, could actually be pleasurable. I’m a melty mess all over his lap.
He draws his fingers up, and then sinks into my pussy. I groan loudly into the cushion. This is the release I need. He’s slow at first, just one finger running against my inner walls. Then he adds another and drives deeper, making me lift my head and gasp. I turn and look over my shoulder, needing to look at his face as he makes me feel so good. He’s breathing harder, too, his teeth sunk into his lower lip and his eyes dark with desire.
“That’s it, bunny, show daddy how much you like his fingers thrusting into you.”
My legs shake as my orgasm rises up, and then I’m crying out his name. “Trey. Yes, daddy, yes.”
I collapse back against him and the sofa, my heart thundering and my brow sweaty. Trey’s eyes are dark and possessive as he looks down at me.
“That was, oh my god, that was…”
“Rewarding?” he asks, smoothing his hands over my reddened ass.
I bite my lip and nod, making an mm noise as I push myself up to kiss him. So rewarding. I get what he means now. I get everything, especially the fact that Trey being my dom is meant to make me feel great, not awful.
His fingers slip inside me again, delving into my wet heat and making heat lick up my whole body. He pleasures me like it’s as much fun for him as it is for me, growling under his breath as I moan, “Daddy, oh god, yes that’s heaven.”
He circles swiftly on my clit and I think he’s going to push me over the edge until he suddenly stops and helps me off his lap.
“I want to look at you,” he says, his voice like dark velvet as he strips clothes off me. I grasp his T-shirt and help him out of it.
Trey’s hands cup my breasts and pluck my nipples gently. “Such a pretty bunny.”
I’m staring at him, too, because he’s sculpted like a Roman statue. “No, you are.”
He presses his forehead against mine and nuzzles my nose. “Don’t argue with daddy, bunny. You’re beautiful.”
Trey kisses me fiercely as we make our way toward the bed, shedding the last of our underwear as we fall onto the sheets
. His body feels so strong against mine and he envelops me like he can’t get enough of me. I rub my fingers down the muscles of his chest as we kiss, one of his thighs between mine. I wrap my legs tightly around him and squeeze, and the pressure on my clit feels amazing. I’m so close to bursting that I rub myself against him without thinking.
I open my eyes and look up at him, and stop. “Sorry, I can’t seem to help myself.”
He smiles and kisses me. “Needy, bunny? You can rub against me. Give me a condom first, though.”
I retrieve one from my bedside table and watch him roll it on. Then he pulls me back against him and slips a thigh between mine. I’ve never done anything like this before, but arousal overcomes my shyness and Trey’s hands on me are encouraging. I work myself back and forth against him, slowly at first and then faster. Soon I’m running up and down the length of his cock, my slipperiness making it easy to rub hard. Trey’s holding my hips lightly and breathing hard as the tip of his cock slips inside a little and we both gasp. I angle my hips back, and then forward again, pushing him deeper.
Trey growls and rolls me onto my back, and then impales me slowly with every inch of his cock. Panting in unison, we move against each other, unable to tear our eyes away. His lips fasten onto mine as he loses himself in the sensations, too, and I reach up behind my head to press against the headboard. I want him to pound me hard so I can feel the strength of him, and when he does, my orgasm rushes up so fast I can barely keep up with it.
“Daddy—oh god—yes.”
Trey nips my shoulder with his teeth as he moves harder and faster against me. I’m whimpering now, feeling another orgasm build on the tail of the last one, hungry for the wild desire on Trey’s face. He holds my thighs with his hands, framing the sight of his cock pounding into me.
It sends us both over the edge, and his thrusts become fast as deep as he comes, each one driving my own peak higher. We collapse back against the bed, still wound tightly around each other.
“That was intense,” Trey says, kissing my cheeks and then my mouth.
“Wild,” I agree, stretching luxuriously, aware that Trey’s looking at me.
He strokes my hair, and murmurs, “I started to think I’d never find you, bunny. The moment I saw you, I knew you had to be mine.”
I hide my face in his chest. It’s still so strange, hearing someone talk about me like that. I almost can’t believe it.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Trey coaxes his face up to mine. “I mean it. I can’t wait to discover everything about you, inside and out.”
I imagine long Sunday mornings in bed with Trey. Wearing his T-shirts while I make coffee. Strolling hand in hand down the street. It’s been so long since I’ve dared to hope for that. Just that. What’s more, I get to explore a side of me that I’ve been afraid of for so long. The side that makes me want to submit to a man, but still feel like I’m his equal. That I’m valued and he loves me.
I trace my fingers up the muscles of his biceps. “You too, daddy.”
“Will you keep coming to Dom Fitness even though we’re together?”
“Do you want me to?” I ask.
“Of course, if it’s something you want. Being a personal trainer is my passion and I’d love to share that with you.”
There’s no denying he’s sexy as hell when he’s working, and I love the way his eyes light up when he sees me doing well at my workout and hitting my goals. The gym has given me a healthy focus in my life. “I’d love to, if you’re sure it’ll be okay, us dating and training together at the same time.”
“Absolutely. That place is like my second home, and I’d love to see you there, as often as you want to come.” He glances at the window, and then back at me. “It’s a beautiful evening. Do you want to go out for a drink?”
“Yes, please.” A proper date with Trey. Our first date, in fact.
“Let’s go somewhere with an outdoor area. I want to show you off.”
“Silly,” I mutter, but my heart does little swoops as he says it. No one’s ever wanted to show me off before.
We walk through the dusky light hand in hand. There’s a Cuban-themed bar at the end of the street and we sit at a candlelit table under palm fronds. Trey orders us margaritas, and when I sip mine it’s deliciously cold and refreshing.
Trey rests his chin in his palm and gazes at me. “There’s something I need to do to make this all above board and proper, if it’s okay with you.”
“What’s that?”
“Tell Dom we’re dating.”
My eyes widen. “Oh, no. What if he fires you?”
“Then he won’t be the man I thought he was, and I wouldn’t want to work for him anyway. But don’t worry. He likes to shout and growl a bit, but he’s reasonable man.”
I watch with trepidation as Trey takes out his phone and calls his boss. Trey puts it on speaker so I can hear Dom’s voice when he picks up.
“Trey?” His tone is terse and disapproving.
“Dom. I’ve got some good news for you.”
“What is it?”
Trey’s lips twitch with amusement at the impatience in Dom’s voice but he smooths them out before he says. “Livia and I are dating. She just asked me to be her daddy.”
The seconds tick by, each one more excruciating than the last. I can’t bear it and I cover my face. What if Trey’s about to get fired because of me?
“Did you decide this at the gym?” Dom snaps.
“Of course not. We conducted our personal business outside the gym.”
“Not all of it.”
I like that Trey isn’t getting agitated or losing his temper, but can’t he hear that this is going terribly?
“True, but there’s a reason for that. Livia has been going through some issues with a dom who mistreated her. She wasn’t sure if she wanted anything to do with this lifestyle anymore, so it’s been complicated between us. Everything’s been sorted out now, though.”
Instantly, Dom’s tone changes. “Ah, shit, I’m sorry to hear that. Is Livia there?”
Trey looks at me and then nods at the phone, smiling.
“Hey, Dom,” I say uncertainly. If he starts yelling at me, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep it together like Trey has.
“Livia, I’m sorry for what you’ve been through. Is there anything I can do to help?”
I stare at phone in amazement, and then scramble to say, “Oh—thank you. No, it’s fine. I’m fine.”
There’s silence on the line, and then Dom says, “When I started the gym, I didn’t consider how those who’d had a bad BDSM experience would approach it. Trey’s obviously got an instinctive approach to this. Do you think some guidance for the trainers would be helpful?”
I feel my eyebrows rise. “If there are other subs who’ve been through what I’ve been through, then I can only imagine they’d be grateful for trainers who are sensitive to that.”
“Was there anything about the induction process that made you wary about the place?”
Trey clears his throat. “Dom, you’re putting Livia on the spot.”
I give him a quick smile to let him know I’m all right, and I think for a moment. “I was so scared of all the rules at first, but Trey’s emphasis on them being for my safety and happiness made them seem less daunting.”
Dom makes a noise of assent, deep and understanding, so different from his usually bossy tone. I have the feeling he’s scribbling notes. Dom’s in a position of power and authority and he’s still willing to listen to me. I can’t get my head around it.
“Trey’s been the best part of my experience at the gym,” I add, because Dom should know what a wonderful employee he has in Trey.
“All right. I’m going to add this to my staff training. Thank you, Livia. And I’m happy for the two of you.”
He hangs up, and I shake my head, smiling, still unable to believe how well that went. “I see now why you weren’t afraid to confide in him. He’s kind of lovely under that gruff attitude.”
Trey grins and puts his phone away. “Dom’s great. He actually listens, and that makes all the difference.” He reaches across the table and twines his fingers through mine. “How does it feel, knowing that you’re officially my sub and that the news is out in the world?”
I give Trey what I can only imagine is a blissed-out smile. “It feels wonderful. Every single part of me feels wonderful.”
He leans across the table and kisses me. “I can’t tell you how happy that makes me feel, bunny-girl. Let’s keep making each other happy, shall we?”
Mentally, I add it to my chart. Make each other happy. Check.
A warm feeling flows through me as I look at Trey. “That sounds like the perfect plan to me.”
Epilogue
Trey
Three weeks later
I hear Livia singing in the kitchen before I open my eyes, and smile. I can hear notes of happiness in her pure, sweet voice, and they make my heart ring with pleasure. These have been the most blissful three weeks of my life.
She comes through to the bedroom looking radiant, with a tray in her hands which she sets down on the nightstand. There are bowls, and big mugs of coffee as well.
I roll onto my side and smile up at her. “Mm, looks good.”
I don’t mean the food. I mean her. She’s wearing one of my T-shirts with bare legs and feet, and her blonde hair is rumpled around her face.
“Morning, daddy,” she says in a sing-song voice.
“You look so adorable I want to eat you up.” I reach for her, but she puts a bowl into my hands.
“Breakfast first, daddy. It’s on the checklist.”
I laugh, but I can’t fault her there, and I peer down into my bowl. “What have you made?”
“Apple, cinnamon and almond milk bircher.” She gets into bed next to me with her own breakfast and cuddles up against me.
While we eat, she tells me about her week at work. I keep getting distracted by the cute way her tongue curls around her spoon as she licks it. When she finishes, she notices the way I’m looking at her, and blushes a little.
