Dr. Daddy Dom (Little Lake Bridgeport 2) by Breanna Hayse Page B
Authors: Breanna Hayse
Tags: Romance, Adult, BDSM, submission, Friendship, Erotic, Marriage, menage, spanking, Domestic Discipline, second chance, counseling, anal play, Bachelors, Forever Love, Single Woman, Marriage Reconciliation, Tragic Secret, Marshall Brothers, One Year, Harrowing Ordeal, Urban Cowboys, Lake Bridgeport, Adult Little Girls, Rebellious Nature, Bare-Bottom Spanking, Family Trio, Old Friend, Counselor, Family Help, Callous Father, Emotional Pain, Mulit-Couples, Multi-Story
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least it wasn't in my face."
"Neither Caine nor Layton would have ever allowed me to act like that." The young woman shook her head.
"Not everyone lives the type of life that we do, honey. You know that," Layton explained.
"Yes, but he's got the vibe. Why didn't he use it?"
"What are you talking about, Maybelle?" Caine asked as Ian frowned slightly and tilted his face with confusion.
"The Dom vibe. Not like yours, Layton, but more like Caine's. When we were upstairs playing Legos, I snatched one of his pieces from his hand and he gave me that look. Don't you remember, Ian?"
"I did? I'm sorry," Ian said.
"No, don't be sorry. It's the same warning look that Caine gives me when I push him. I handed the piece right back to you because of it."
"Honey, just because he knows how to give a stink eye doesn't mean he's a Dom."
"I know that, Layton. I can't explain it, but we sense these things. It's a submissive's secret power. We can sniff out a dominant without even thinking about it. Doms are like submissives, too. They can't be themselves if they aren't in an environment that supports them."
"She's right," Layton said thoughtfully. "My ex-wife wasn't a submissive, and her constant opposition to my authority thwarted me to the point of becoming passive. A dominant without a submissive is like a forest without trees. What do you think of May's observation, Ian?"
"I don't know what to think. My natural inclination is to take charge and call the shots, but a man can only be beaten down for so long. I guess I lost my fight a while ago."
"That happens when we are with a woman who emasculates us. After my divorce, I was empty of passion and stopped caring. Caine here knocked some sense into my head and brought me back to reality," Layton said.
"Did you love your ex-wife?" Ian asked.
"I thought I did. It wasn't until I met this little weasel that I discovered what true love felt like."
"I'm not a weasel!" May scowled, climbing off Layton's lap and making her way to Caine's. "I'm just a very lucky girl who knows what she wants and how to get it."
"Or get out of it," Layton added. "Did you just stick your tongue out at me?"
"Maybe." She grinned.
"Let's get you settled in and then we can talk later, if you want. You need to rest, or you aren't going to be any good to Savannah or yourself," Caine announced, sliding May to her feet as he stood. "I have to do a twenty-four hour shift starting tomorrow, and then I'll be done except for the wrap up. Layton and May can show you around town and introduce you to everyone this week. I've also ordered a hospital bed for the Lake Bridgeport house, along with some other items that will help you care for her. Any questions?"
"Not at the moment. Thanks for being here for me. All of you."
"You're welcome, Uncle Ian," May said, hugging his waist. "And you can play with my Legos anytime you want to, 'kay?"
"You don't let me touch your Legos without your permission. What gives?" Layton asked.
"You always want to use a hammer if they don't fit the way you want, so they are off-limits to you."
"You're cruising, kid." Layton wagged his finger.
May offered a half-smile. "Promises, promises…"
Chapter 4
"It's time for bed, little one," Caine said softly, nudging May as she dozed with her head on his lap.
She lifted her head groggily and then plopped it back down. "I don't wanna go to bed."
"I'll take her," Layton said, gathering the sleepy young woman in his arms.
"Does that girl ever run out of spunk?" Ian asked as May continued to argue that she wanted to stay up with the 'grown-ups' and that she was just resting her eyes.
"No, and I hope that she never will," Caine said with a hearty laugh. "Now, back to business. Everything is being moved into the house tomorrow, and Savannah is being transported via ambulance on Friday. Will that give you enough time to settle in?"
"It's perfect, thanks. I mean it. I can't believe that it's been ten days since the accident," Ian
"Neither Caine nor Layton would have ever allowed me to act like that." The young woman shook her head.
"Not everyone lives the type of life that we do, honey. You know that," Layton explained.
"Yes, but he's got the vibe. Why didn't he use it?"
"What are you talking about, Maybelle?" Caine asked as Ian frowned slightly and tilted his face with confusion.
"The Dom vibe. Not like yours, Layton, but more like Caine's. When we were upstairs playing Legos, I snatched one of his pieces from his hand and he gave me that look. Don't you remember, Ian?"
"I did? I'm sorry," Ian said.
"No, don't be sorry. It's the same warning look that Caine gives me when I push him. I handed the piece right back to you because of it."
"Honey, just because he knows how to give a stink eye doesn't mean he's a Dom."
"I know that, Layton. I can't explain it, but we sense these things. It's a submissive's secret power. We can sniff out a dominant without even thinking about it. Doms are like submissives, too. They can't be themselves if they aren't in an environment that supports them."
"She's right," Layton said thoughtfully. "My ex-wife wasn't a submissive, and her constant opposition to my authority thwarted me to the point of becoming passive. A dominant without a submissive is like a forest without trees. What do you think of May's observation, Ian?"
"I don't know what to think. My natural inclination is to take charge and call the shots, but a man can only be beaten down for so long. I guess I lost my fight a while ago."
"That happens when we are with a woman who emasculates us. After my divorce, I was empty of passion and stopped caring. Caine here knocked some sense into my head and brought me back to reality," Layton said.
"Did you love your ex-wife?" Ian asked.
"I thought I did. It wasn't until I met this little weasel that I discovered what true love felt like."
"I'm not a weasel!" May scowled, climbing off Layton's lap and making her way to Caine's. "I'm just a very lucky girl who knows what she wants and how to get it."
"Or get out of it," Layton added. "Did you just stick your tongue out at me?"
"Maybe." She grinned.
"Let's get you settled in and then we can talk later, if you want. You need to rest, or you aren't going to be any good to Savannah or yourself," Caine announced, sliding May to her feet as he stood. "I have to do a twenty-four hour shift starting tomorrow, and then I'll be done except for the wrap up. Layton and May can show you around town and introduce you to everyone this week. I've also ordered a hospital bed for the Lake Bridgeport house, along with some other items that will help you care for her. Any questions?"
"Not at the moment. Thanks for being here for me. All of you."
"You're welcome, Uncle Ian," May said, hugging his waist. "And you can play with my Legos anytime you want to, 'kay?"
"You don't let me touch your Legos without your permission. What gives?" Layton asked.
"You always want to use a hammer if they don't fit the way you want, so they are off-limits to you."
"You're cruising, kid." Layton wagged his finger.
May offered a half-smile. "Promises, promises…"
Chapter 4
"It's time for bed, little one," Caine said softly, nudging May as she dozed with her head on his lap.
She lifted her head groggily and then plopped it back down. "I don't wanna go to bed."
"I'll take her," Layton said, gathering the sleepy young woman in his arms.
"Does that girl ever run out of spunk?" Ian asked as May continued to argue that she wanted to stay up with the 'grown-ups' and that she was just resting her eyes.
"No, and I hope that she never will," Caine said with a hearty laugh. "Now, back to business. Everything is being moved into the house tomorrow, and Savannah is being transported via ambulance on Friday. Will that give you enough time to settle in?"
"It's perfect, thanks. I mean it. I can't believe that it's been ten days since the accident," Ian
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