Daddy's Girl

Ch. 5 Rules

Chapter 5
Rules

Emma
Marsha leads me directly to Sylas's office, a spacious room decorated in dark stained wood and varying shades of green, expensive chairs, rugs and curtains scattered about the space. Bookcases line the walls, near bursting with leather-bound tomes, journals, textbooks, novels and even a few children's and little's stories. A roaring fire burns hot and welcoming against the back wall.
At a large mahogany desk, Sylas- Daddy- sits going over a few different documents, not a single one decipherable to my little space brain. I have not officially decided Sylas will be my daddy but I does want one now that I know what they are and I want to test out the word in my mind. I want to imagine hims being my daddy and taking care of me. So far, I likes it.
Sylas- Daddy- looks up when we come in and a wide smile spreads across his handsome face. He is so good-looking it hurts, the kind of dark-haired rogue women read about in spicy novels. My eyes are greedy as they drink in the sharp cut of his jaw, the gentle brush of his dark lashes against those cheekbones.
I press my hand against my chest. There it is again. That weird feeling I does not know, only now it has spread into my lower tummy, warm and wanting. Weird. I hug Pesty closer.
"Hello, Princess" Daddy murmurs, amused. I use Pesty to block my face and stick my tongue out at him.
Marsha chuckles. "She is dressed and ready for bed, Sir. I will begin dinner now. Shall I turn down the little one's bed covers as well?"
"No thank you, Marsha, your help has been plenty enough already."
Marsha beams at the praise and curtsies once more before leaving. My little fists ball up and suddenly I am upset, though I doesn't know why. I think of how happy Marsha seemed by Daddy's praise. I wants it. I should get all of Daddy's attention, I've been a good girl.
"Princess? What's wrong?"
Uh oh. I try to smother my pout but it is too late for I am already being swung up into a pair of strong arms and placed on Daddy's lap. I whine and fidget but he does not let me gets away.
"Baby girl, I asked you a question. Answer when I speak to you." There is that firm tone again, the one he used when he took my second cookie. It makes me want to listen. It makes me want to cover my bottom. The weird feeling in my lower tummy grows warmer, turning to liquid.
I avoid Daddy's eyes and look down at the floor instead, playing with the edge of my jammies. "You talked wif Marsha like I wasn't there. You gave her good-jobs but not me and I got a baff and got dressed like-" Like a big girl. But I doesn't say the words out loud.
"Like a big girl?" Daddy finishes, raising an eyebrow. Cool, I've always wanted to be able to do that.
I flush but nod. Marsha said both she and Daddy know about me but that does not mean I'm comfortable yet fully expressing it. I has spent so long hiding little me that I do not quite know how to be little me on purpose without being afraid. Even if I doesn't want Sylas as my daddy I know I can be me here but it still does not come easy. Eighteen years can not be erased in only a few hours.
"Well Marsha may have gotten praise but you know what you get, baby?" Daddy asks.
I shake my head, lower lip stubbornly stuck out.
"Baby gets tutus and scrunchies, just like I promised, remember? Pink and purple and any other colors you want."
I'm so excited I begin squealing. Daddy laughs, the sound musical and addictive. I wants to make him laugh like that every day. Father never laughed. No one at our estates or homes ever laughed.
"But-" He places a long finger against my lips to quiet my noise. "Not until tomorrow. All the stores are closed and my princess needs dinner and a good night's sleep."
My princess. My heart soars and the weird happy feeling in my lungs practically glows, making me feels all warm and tingly inside. He called me his princess. Maybe Marsha is right. Maybe Sylas would be an amazing daddy for me. He has given me more feelings of security and praise and affection in a night than Father has ever givens my whole life. But it has only been one night. Time will tell if Sylas is truly good for me.
After that Daddy and I have a big dinner prepared by Marsha. Daddy eats a piece of meat that's red on the inside but mercifully Marsha places nuggies before me on a Frozen plate. She also gives me a sippy cup full of milk but when I blush and fuss, she merely smiles and nods at Sylas, as if to remind me of our bath conversation.
While we eat, Daddy asks questions about things I like, things I doesn't like, what makes me happy, what makes me sad or scared.
"Yelling" I tell him quietly for the last two. "And hits. And mean words."
Daddy frowns at me. "What do you mean hits and mean words?'"
I don't answer, playing with my Dino nuggie. I don't want to think of scary things tonight.
"Little girl. Daddy asked you a question. Answer me."
But I don't.
I hear Sylas sigh and feel him tilt my chin up so that my eyes meet his. He groans at the sight of tears welling. "Baby girl, don't cry. Daddy didn't mean to make you upset."
I sniffle as he drags me from my chair and places me on his lap. His affection is like sweet air after not being able to breathe and I burrow my face in his neck, breathing him in. Daddy smells goooooood.
I feel more than see Daddy tense, shocked by my blatant show of affection. For a moment I panics, waiting for the yelling and the smacks. Instead, two warm hands rub up and down my back, along my arms and sides. Pesty watches from his special seat across from us. I feel Daddy brush my ears with his lips and hear him breath in deeply. "Okay, Princess. No yelling and no hits. Spanking only if you're bad."
I pull away and frown at him. "Me bad?"
"No, Princess, not at all. But Princesses need rules and if you're going to stay here with me, we need some rules, okay?"
He chuckles at my scowl. "Come on, baby girl, Daddy will help you. Would you like to color?"
My tune changes immediately. Me hates rules but me loves to color! I haven't gotten to color in so long!
Marsha clears away our plates as Daddy brings me some papers and a colorful assortment of markers, pens, glitter pens and stickers. "You can decorate the page anyway you like but first you and are going to come up with the rules, little girl. I want you to write them down as I say them, okay?"