Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Stretched out on her bed a few hours later, Tiffanie dove into the second book Phineas had suggested for her. As she read, Tiffanie wondered what kind of Daddy Phineas wanted to be. Strict and spanky? Gentle and spoiling?
She bit her bottom lip as she imagined Phineas in those different roles. The funny thing was Tiffanie could picture him in both profiles. The attitude she couldn’t imagine Phineas adopting was belittling or angry. That kind of Daddy wouldn’t be right for her.
Her phone buzzed. Using his business card, Tiffanie marked her place and checked the screen. Speak of the devil. Phineas.
“Hey, you,” Tiffanie said.
“Hi, Princess. I hope I’m not calling at a bad time.”
“Not at all. I’m home from helping at the sweet sixteen party. I’ve been reading the second book you recommended. It’s good. I’m already invested in the story.”
“Awesome. I thought you’d like it. I called to see if I could steal you away to my place tomorrow.”
“We’re going to watch a movie, right?”
“That was my plan, but I’m flexible if you have another idea.”
“Oh, no. I love films. That’s fun. Could we see the show in the afternoon? I wear out pretty fast in the evening.”
“Of course. We can build in some nap time as well for you. All Little girls need their rest.”
“You don’t want me to sleep through our visit,” Tiffanie said quickly. She’d already conked out on him once.
“As long as we’re together, Princess, I’m happy. Who knows? I might need a rest too.”
A picture of Phineas wrapped around her as she snoozed popped into her mind. Instantly, she wanted to experience this. She squeezed her thighs together as intimate heat gathered and her heart rate rose.
“Tiffanie? Did I lose you?” Phineas’s voice pulled her out of the delicious daydream.
“Sorry, something flew past the window and distracted me,” she lied.
“So I’ll pick you up at ten?”
“PM?” she squeaked. Had he not heard what she said?
“AM, Princess. You sleep in. I’ll come to get you at ten in the morning, and we’ll hang out and take in a movie or two between rest and naps. Does that plan appeal to you?
“That’s like the whole day. You’re going to get tired of me.”
“Never, Little girl.”
“You sound very sure of that, Phineas.”
“I am sure. I’m just giving you time to catch up.”
Suddenly, she couldn’t wait until tomorrow. “Sounds like fun.”
“I agree. Remember to bring Biff with you. I want to impress him.”
Phineas remembered her stuffie’s name. That was amazing. “He’s looking forward to meeting you officially.” She figured Phineas had tucked her teddy bear into her arms when he’d placed her in bed.
“I’ll do my best to convince your treasured friend that I’m good enough for you.”
“Of course you are!”
The dynamic man was confident in his lifestyle choices and desires. Before meeting him, she’d wondered if Daddies even existed outside of fictional stories. Phineas vanquished all her doubts, making her fantasies come true.
A question popped into her head. “When did you figure out you were a Daddy?”
“I didn’t find out that name until I was in my late teens. A girl I was interested in asked if I was a Daddy. Of course, I thought she was checking to see if I had kids. Her parents were part of the kink lifestyle and extremely open about sex and relationships. When she discovered I didn’t understand what she was talking about, Passion introduced me to her folks.”
“Her name was Passion?” Tiffanie asked, hearing the incredulity in her own voice. Who would do that to their kid?
“Yes. Dom was her brother.”
“That could go badly if she was asexual and he was a sub,” Tiffanie said.
“So you’ve met them?” Phineas asked.
Three seconds passed as she searched for something to say to that. A weird, muffled sound came through the phone. “Are you laughing?” she demanded.
“Sorry, Little girl,” he said, chuckling.
“You are so bad. I can’t believe you made that up.”
“Oh, I didn’t lie about their names or the story. Passion and Dom’s parents were quite pleasant as they ran through some of the more common personality types they met at the club’s dungeon. Dom is very controlling. The idea of him as a sub got me,” Phineas said, humor resounding through his explanation.
“You’re kidding me. And I guess Passion didn’t grow up to be a nun?” Tiffanie said in exasperation.
“No. She did not choose a religious path. Passion excelled at pain and discipline. I’m sure she hears a lot of Oh, God but only in a good way.”
“Next you’re going to tell me she spanked your ass with a ruler.”
“She definitely didn’t do that,” he said before snickering.
Tiffanie wished she could see his face. Fascinated by this conversation, she asked, “Who decided you were a Daddy?”
“I did. Since I was over eighteen, Passion and her family invited me to visit the dungeon with them the next weekend. I walked in and spent thirty seconds scanning the open area before making a beeline for a punishment demonstration on a curvy woman wearing a schoolgirl outfit.”