Please Daddy

By: Maggie Ryan


I’d like to give you a bit of info about this book. It is a book about the dynamic of age-play. This book is intended for adults only. It is the tale of a couple who embrace their choice to live the dynamic of Age-play. It is safe, sane and consensual…BUT…It is raw. It is dark. It is sexual. If any of these offend you, please do not read this book. But, if reading about a couple loving each other in all ways, unapologetic for their lifestyle or their kink, then please come along and enjoy the journey.

Chapter One

Colette snapped the latches of her briefcase closed and grinned as she slid it beneath her desk. It would be the first time in ages that she wouldn’t feel it bumping against her leg as she left the office. Her desk’s surface was clear, all her files either locked away or given to a co-worker to handle while she was on vacation. Vacation! She was actually going away for an entire week.

“I must say, you look like you’ve lost twenty pounds.” Looking up, she saw Paul standing in the doorway, a large smile on his face. “Not that you need to lose a single ounce as there’s hardly any of you at all.”

Colette couldn’t help but give a soft groan though it was accompanied by a smile. She’d been teased her entire life about her size. The fact that she only topped the height chart at five feet—if she cheated a bit by lifting herself onto her tiptoes—and that she didn’t tip the scales at one hundred pounds even when soaking wet, had been an annoyance she’d had to endure. People often misjudged her due to her appearance. While she was twenty-six years old, and a professional woman with a successful career, she could pass for a child yet to reach their pre-teen years. It wasn’t until she met Dalton Windsor that what she’d considered a curse turned into the greatest blessing.

“I feel lighter,” she said, rising from her executive desk chair that, of course, had been customized to lift her to the height necessary to work at her desk. “All the weight of worry about our cases is now in your hands.”

“Yeah, thanks for reminding me,” Paul said with a frown that morphed into a grin. “Seriously though, I can’t complain. If anyone deserves a vacation, it is you.” They walked out of her office together, the rest of the staff already gone for the day. Waiting for the elevator, he asked, “So, where is your husband taking you?”

“I don’t actually know,” Colette answered truthfully. “Da…um, Dalton wanted it to be a surprise. All I know is that we are leaving bright and early tomorrow morning for a full week of nothing but fun!” A week in which she would have no responsibilities other than enjoying herself. Well, that and making sure that she obeyed her daddy.

Paul chuckled and allowed her to precede him into the elevator before pushing the button for the lobby. “Well, wherever it is, it sounds like you’re excited. In fact, you are practically glowing, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were about to bounce up and down like a little kid.”

Colette barely managed to catch herself before she broke out into giggles. What would this astute lawyer think if he knew how close he’d come to the truth? What would he think if he knew that the moment she got home and shed the navy blue pleated skirt and the white silk blouse that she would also be shedding the professional persona she’d worked so very hard to attain? More importantly, what would he think learning that just the thought of the next few days had her tummy tingling, her nipples puckering, and her panties dampening?

She smiled and shrugged. “What can I say? I love surprises.”

The elevator reached the lobby, and they strode across the expanse of white marble that made up the floor in the swanky building. Paul held the door open for her and she thanked him, not even having to duck to pass beneath his arm.

“Oh, it’s snowing!” she said, the surprise evident in her voice.

“Didn’t you listen to the forecast this morning?” At the shake of her head, he grinned. “Ah, that explains the fact that you are coatless. They predicted a cold front rolling in before noon. I'm guessing you didn't leave the building for lunch?”

“No, I worked through lunch in order to clear the rest of my workload,” Colette said as she fought to keep from shivering and it wasn’t all due to the unexpected blasts of cold air that continued to whip around them or the fat white flakes that fell. Part of her shudder was directly a result of the fact that Paul’s words had her remembering Dalton calling from the study to take her coat. Having already grabbed her briefcase and with one foot out the door, she’d pretended not to hear. Once the elevator deposited her on the ground floor, she’d also ignored the doorman’s suggestion she return for a coat.