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“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.”

Scanning down her body, Tiffanie swallowed hard. She definitely didn’t have ample curves. She’d always been slender but had lost weight due to the chemo.

“Speaking to the woman and her Dom later, when the scene finished and she’d had recovered in aftercare, I discovered who I was. The dedicated couple was married and enjoyed public play. She was her Daddy’s Little girl twenty-four/seven and a spectacular brat. An adorable handful, but not for me.”

“Why not for you?”

“Her Daddy was into punishment. His Little excelled at pushing boundaries. As they talked to me, a Little played on the floor with stuffies, having a tea party all by herself. I wanted to join her. While I am strict, I do not wish to spend the majority of our time together dealing with poor choices.”

“Meeting them helped you figure out you were a Daddy?”

“Visiting the dungeon showed me a variety of interests. I hadn’t known how to classify myself. I learned how I was wired and had a chance to experiment.”

“I’m not curvy,” Tiffanie blurted. She closed her eyes, appalled at herself.

“I am attracted to the beautiful package you come in, Princess. I wouldn’t change a thing about you. Well, other than to get you well so you can enjoy life to its fullest without worry.”

She liked that answer a lot. Maybe sharing information about what worried her was a good idea. “How did you guess I was Little?”

“I didn’t until you helped me select a book for you.”

“I told on myself?” she asked.