Obediently Yours (22 page)

“Baby, there is nothing about you that will scare me away, don’t you know that by now?” he asks. “I pretty much figured there was some bad blood between you and your mother. I remember you telling me you needed to take Ativan when you deal with her. Do you honestly think I won’t be there for you, to help you with whatever the situation is? When are you going to understand that You. Are. Not. Alone? You are my love, my baby girl, my life. I’m here for you. Please, enough trying to offload me to deal with this yourself. Tell me where we are going,” he says, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

What on earth did I do to deserve such a wonderful man? He is unbelievable.

We arrive at Frank’s Pub and as soon as I walk in, I see my mother’s bright bleached-blond hair and hear her grating laugh. As I approach her, she asks in her nasty tone, “What do you want?”

“Elise, I’m here because Michael is worried about you. Let’s go.” I motion for the bartender so we can settle her tab and leave. Before I can say another word, Richard starts to talk to the bartender. I see him hand over a credit card. I stare at Richard, and as I am about to protest, he gives me the look. The dominant, do-not-dare-try-to-defy-or-argue-with-me look. I smile and quietly say, “Thank you.” He smiles back at me. Elise is taking the scene in. She looks to him, then to me.

“Is he with you?” she asks in an unbelieving voice.

“Yes. Elise Grossman, Richard Connolly,” I introduce them to each other.

“Are you really with her?” she asks him directly. I cringe at her crudeness and innuendo that someone as handsome as Richard couldn’t be with me. I’m only her daughter. She is supposed to love me unconditionally. Unfortunately, that is something I never experienced before I met Richard. He loves me unconditionally. Why else would he be here with me to deal with this crap?

“Mrs. Grossman, it is very nice to meet you,” Richard responds, putting his hand out to shake hers in greeting. “To answer your question, yes, I am most definitely with your daughter,” he answers so politely. More politely than she deserves, that is for sure.

“Wow, what’s wrong with you?” she asks him, looking back and forth between Richard and me. The tone in her voice at the question is cruel and disbelieving.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” he replies, “but I think that it would be best if we leave now. Your husband is worried about you and we should get you home.”

Richard starts to walk away from the bar, toward the exit door with his hand held out reaching for mine. I can see the sympathetic kindness in his eyes as he looks at me. I take his hand and squeeze it in a gesture of gratitude as I look over at Elise. She steps down from the barstool, tipsy as usual. This is my mom in her typical form.

The ride to Elise and Michael’s home is quiet. Elise is in the back seat and appears to be dozing off when I look back at her. I am grateful she is quiet for once. I was anticipating her spewing nasty comments about me, but I luckily get a reprieve from her miserable disposition.

As we are walking toward the door to the house, Michael opens it, relief apparent on his face. Elise walks right past Richard and me and staggers into the house. Michael starts to walk toward us when I see the pain on his face.

“Michael, please go in the house. You don’t feel well,” I say.

“Siobhan, I cannot thank you enough for helping out here,” he responds, looking toward Richard. He puts his hand out and says, “Hello, I’m Michael Grossman.”

Richard shakes his hand. “I’m Richard Connolly. Nice to meet you, although I’m sorry it is under difficult circumstances.”

“Yes, well, thanks to both of you, she’s home safe now. I’m sorry I bothered you, S…” I cut him off before he finishes saying my name.

“Michael, it’s fine. I’m sorry you are in pain and need to deal with her crap,” I say, my voice bitter. I look at Michael and my heart goes out to him. He is a wonderful man and Elise does not deserve him. He is so devoted to her. I just do not understand why he stays with her. “We are going to go now, as long as you are okay with her.”

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you again. It’s good to see you, Siobhan. And to meet you, Richard. Please go and enjoy the rest of your evening.”

“Bye.” I hug him gently and kiss his cheek. Richard and I walk back to the car and get in. All of the sudden I feel really scared. I have no idea how Richard has interpreted this situation. He probably thinks it’s a freak show. Oh, God. I can’t look at him. My head is lowered, eyes on my wringing hands.

“Little one,” I hear him say in his gentle voice. “Please look at me.” I feel his fingers touch my chin and motion me to raise my head toward him. “It’s okay. Whatever horrible thing you are thinking about my reaction, just stop. I love you and I’m with you. I’m here to help you with anything that comes your way. We all have family crap, so please relax and just talk to me. Tell me what you are feeling.”

I take a deep breath. He has such a way of calming me, calming the voice in my head. He can see right through me. It’s unnerving, yet so comforting. The corners of my mouth move into a small smile.

“There’s my baby girl,” he smiles back.

“Yes, I’m here and you are wonderful as always. I’m okay, really. I just…it’s a hard situation with my mother. I’m sure you could see that for yourself. Let’s go home. Okay?”

“Sure thing, baby.”

We get home, get in our pajamas, and slide into bed. Richard puts his arm out and I immediately move into the nook. That place where I can rest my head and take in his calming presence. I’m so tired and I easily drift off to sleep in minutes.

* * *

I wake the next morning to an empty other half of the bed. I get out of bed in search for Daddy. I find him sitting on the couch reading the newspaper.

“Good morning, sweetie. I didn’t want to wake you earlier. You look like you had a good night’s sleep. Come here, love, I want to talk to you. Come sit on my lap.” He motions me to him. I proceed to sit on his lap and feel his warm, comforting arms wrap around me. Suddenly, I am very nervous. He seems so serious. Oh, boy, last night was the last straw. He’s done. I can feel it. I knew it was too good to be true.

“I can see from the look on your face you are worried. Always thinking the worst about yourself, baby girl. When is that going to stop?”

He continues, “Siobhan, you have brought me great joy since entering my life. I know we have both said it is like a dream come true. You get to live out your submissive baby girl side and I am fulfilled as your dominant Daddy. We are compatible in so many ways. We have similar interests and hobbies. We have a great sex life. We give each other what we need. I love you. There is nothing about you that I don’t love, including your family situation.” He pauses. “I guess I am telling you that I want to be with you. I want you with me all of the time, to share our lives with each other. I want you to be my full-time, everyday, live-in lover, friend, and baby girl. I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me and be mine forever?”

What? The utter sincerity and love in his eyes is overwhelming. I can barely focus. My heart is pounding and I am rendered speechless by his profession of love and desire to be with me. To marry me. I just stare at him, stunned. My mind blank except for two inappropriate words floating through my mind, playing like a broken record over and over as I continue to stare into his beautiful face, unable to form a syllable, let alone speak a word out loud. In my head, all I can say is, “Holy shit!”

* * *

“Marry you? Are you serious?” I ask, incredulous.

“Of course I am serious, baby girl. I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. I want you with me now and forever. I want the world to know you are mine and I am yours.”

“But, but,” I stammer, “we barely know each other. It hasn’t been that long that we have known each other. I…I…I’m stunned. I don’t know what to say. I can’t believe you asked me to marry you.”

“Say yes. It’s that simple, baby. We belong together. These past months have been the happiest in my life. You are everything I want and need. Why wouldn’t you believe I asked you to marry me? Who decides how long is long enough before moving forward with the rest of our lives? I have never been more sure of anything in my life. I want you to be my wife and share your life with me. You were meant for me and I am fairly certain you feel the same way. Let’s start the rest of our lives. No waiting, no fear. You and me together.”

“But how? I mean, what are we? What would we be? I mean marriage alone is a huge commitment. A lifelong commitment. What about the other part of us? The kinky us? I mean…do…do you expect to have the same type of age play relationship in a marriage? How on earth would that work? I don’t know if that is what I want. Are you sure it is really what you want?” My rambling becomes more rushed and incoherent as I speak.

“Baby, take a breath,” his says in a calming voice. I do as he says and breathe deeply, trying to calm down. “We would be Richard and Siobhan, Daddy and baby girl, lovers and friends, husband and wife. We would be like we are now, only we’d be together all of the time. We would share our lives with each other. That is what marriage is. Who we are and how we define our relationship is ours to decide. Just like from day one, this is a negotiation built on trust, communication, and honesty.” He pauses, then asks in a quiet voice, “Do you love me, Siobhan?”

“Oh, God,
yes
! Yes, of course!” I shout. “I cannot believe you are asking me that. Of course I love you, Richard; this isn’t about me not loving you. Please don’t think that. Never think that.”

“Then what is it? Why are you so hesitant to say the words that will make me the happiest man in the universe?” he asks.

I take another deep breath. “I’m not hesitant. Well, yes, I am hesitant but it is not because of you. Everything you said about us, I feel the same way. You make me so happy, Richard. I love you. So much. I love every aspect of our relationship and my heart wants to say those words you want to hear in response. But I’m scared. I mean, it’s not like I have good role models to show me what a happy marriage is. I haven’t even met your family yet. You’ve only met my freak of a mother. You haven’t met my brothers. My nephews. There is still so much we don’t know about each other. Shouldn’t we spend more time getting to know each other before plunging into something as serious as marriage?”

“Yes, I can see your point, Siobhan. You haven’t met my family yet, although I cannot wait to introduce you and want to set it up soon. You can arrange for me to meet your family anytime. Baby, these are just details in scheduling. None of that changes how I feel. I want you to be mine. Forever. For the world to know that you belong to me. I’m not talking about the dominant part of ownership, although that is certainly a bonus. What I am talking about is making a lifelong commitment to each other and agreeing to share our lives. I don’t know what else I can say…” His voice tapers off.

I look into his beautiful eyes and see the kindest soul I have ever encountered. He is right. Who decides how long is long enough to know someone. I know him. I know his heart. He knows mine. Everything I ever wanted and dreamed about is sitting right before me, offering me what I always wanted. Instead of sitting here freaked out and fearful, I need to tell him what is truly in my heart. The words he wants to hear. “Yes, Richard, yes, I will marry you. I love you so much and want everything you are offering me. Yes. Yes,” I cry as he scoops me in his arms, sliding me on his lap. I see a tear sliding down his smiling face and reach up to wipe it at the same time as he reaches to wipe my tears away. We both laugh. Then we kiss. Softly at first, more urgent and demanding as the kiss goes on. He tastes so good. He makes me feel so loved. There is no other place I want to be in the world than in Richard’s arms, sitting on his lap.

I break away. “We’re engaged!” I exclaim, disbelieving.

“Yes, we are, baby girl. We are engaged. And I need to take you ring shopping. Right now. Come on,” he says, standing. “It’s time to shower and find you pretty diamonds to wear on your finger. I’m sorry for the less-than-traditional proposal. I just couldn’t wait another minute to ask you. I thought about it all night while you slept. I kept looking at you and thinking I want to be able to look at you sleeping every night for the rest of my life. You make me so happy. I’m so happy, baby.” He places a soft kiss on my lips.

* * *

As soon as we start telling people of our engagement, the roller coaster ride starts. Congratulations abound. Questions about how he proposed, where and when we are getting married, what kind of theme do we want for our wedding. It puts me on overload. As thrilling as getting married to Richard is, it is also overwhelming to change my life so dramatically. We decided that moving into his house makes the most sense, since his house is so spacious and already equipped for our kinky interests. This means packing up eight years’ worth of accumulation in my house and moving in with someone else. I have lived alone for so long now. I mean, yes, we lived together on weekends, but it is not exactly the same thing when you move all of your belongings into one house.

Before long, it is a done deal. My things are moved in and we settle into a routine. After the initial shock wore off, I asked Richard what this all meant for our age playing. It had been a few weeks without any serious play and I was craving his nurturing domination. I have continued to follow his rules, but I really needed more and was, finally, not ashamed to ask for what I needed and craved.

Over the next two days, I was regressed to Baby Girl Siobhan. Daddy took care of all of my needs. I did not make any decisions. Coming home on Friday, I entered the house as I had done so many times before we moved in together. I stepped in the door and immediately undressed. We had a long discussion the previous evening about the scene Daddy wanted to have with me. Just the discussion made me hot and horny. Thinking about it all day only made my sexually charged state worse.