The Daddy Dom

Part 4; The Tour

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Once they had both finished eating he offered to give her a tour of the house. She felt curiosity stir. She wanted to see her bedroom; the place she slept had always been of great importance to her. Her previous beds had always been her safe haven - a soft hideaway from the world. She wondered if she would need such a place here, where the entire area was designed to serve as her personal 'safe haven'.

Compared to the rather sterile and minimalist atmosphere of the kitchen and living room the study was wonderfully warm and inviting. A soft, light green sofa sat beneath a large bay window flanked by dark mahogany shelves which were overflowing with books. A large and rather thick rug covered most of the room, and a carved desk stood across from the door bearing a computer and an array of papers - the first and seemingly only 'messy' area in the house.

She did not know what he did for a living.

Downstairs he proceeded to show her the bathroom, the TV room, an expansive and rather fancy dining room, and the steps leading down to a murky and menacing-looking cellar, which was otherwise closed off from the rest of the house by a thick white door. They didn't, however, go down into the cellar.

Then he took her upstairs. Her fingers tingled with excitement at the prospect of seeing her bedroom for the very first time.

The hall floor was covered in a thick, beige carpet; she dug her feet into it as he reached for the door knob nearest the staircase. The door to her bedroom.

Her own special room, which had been renovated and furnished based on his understanding of her personal needs.

And it was more than she could ever have hoped for.

The floor was covered with rich carpeting the color of carnation pink, subtle and warm. The walls were painted in clean white, and an enormous window allowed for a beautiful view of the garden. The windowsill was lined with white and cream colored pillows.

Against one wall stood a wooden fourposter bed draped in white translucent curtains. The pillows and duvets were adorned with lace trimmings.

Beside a large wardrobe sat a long shelf that bore several different kinds of books, board games, puzzles and art materials, fastened to the wall above a big wooden desk..

The floor in the corner by the door was covered in an array of colorful pillows and blankets, a reading light attached to the wall above it. To the left stood a big, pastel armchair with a blanket of silky fur draped over its back.

Charlotte's mouth opened in wonder.

"I hope you like it, I tried to make it as comfortable and inviting as I could..."

She turned to him and finally found her words, exhilarated: "It's absolutely wonderful, I couldn't have hoped for anything better! All of the pillows, the bed -" her voice trailed off as she caught herself walking further into the room.

"I'm pleased, Charlotte. You will be spending a lot of time in this room, I need you to feel as comfortable as possible here. Now, it's getting late and I believe it is time for you to go to bed. I know all of this must be very exciting for you, and that you would like nothing more than to rummage through all of these cupboards and drawers, but tomorrow is another day." He walked towards one of the cupboards and opened the bottom drawer. He pulled out two pieces of clothes in matching shades of bright yellow and a white pair of silky underwear and placed them on the bed. "This is your nightwear for today, in the bathroom you will find a toothbrush, toothpaste, make up remover, and everything you need to wash yourself. I'd like you to take a shower, brush your teeth and change into your pajamas. Once you have done so you may open the door to your bedroom again and climb into bed until I come to tuck you in." He smiled at her, waited for her dazed nod, and left, closing the door behind him.

Charlotte took the clothes he had placed on the bed and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. The bathroom was charming, with fluffy yellow rugs and pale, floral wallpaper, home to both bath tub and shower. The shower was spacious and she let the hot water run over her travel-weary body in elation. Everything was perfect. Everything was perfect.

When she had completed all that he had asked of her he eventually returned to her room to find her lying in bed. He arranged the covers around her and tucked her under them. He took a moment to internalize the view that he was presented with, that of a young girl with silky hazelnut hair and a shy but sincere smile, cozily enveloped in the soft bed sheets.

He reached down to stroke her hair back briefly. "Good night Charlotte. Sweet dreams," he said quietly, before disappearing through the door, shutting it behind him.

A smile