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It took an alarmingly large amount of self control not to just simply drool at the sight when she opened her door. Esme grew up in California. She was no stranger to beautiful people in flattering clothes, ready for some fun in the sun. But never had she been in a situation like this, where a god of a man who looked like he'd stepped straight out of one of her erotic romance novels was leaning against her doorway, looking at her like he wanted to eat her. She couldn't help the sweet little sigh that slipped from her lips as he raised her hand to kiss it, a flush rising in her freckled cheeks. Esme bit the inside of her lip and smiled. "I'll take the lack of verbose compliments as a compliment in itself," she teased, her small hand still lingering inside of his much larger one. She found she didn't want to let go, the contact sending the most pleasant heat through her, making her glad she'd worn something sturdier than the white lacy thong she'd toyed with - though the panties she had on might not withstand the full force of Tristan Clarington's gorgeous smile and smooth voice.

"I believe carrying this was part of your duties?" Esme picked up the tote with their picnic inside with her free hand, offering it to Tristan. "We'll start with that anyway. I don't want to overburden you too much with lunch and me." Her heart was pounding inside of her chest, and she hoped it wasn't too obvious just how flustered he had her simply by existing. If he wound up picking her up as well, she might just die on the spot.

PM: I have a feeling you'll be achieving that goal a lot. I mean, it's for science so I'm totally up for it. The world simply can't go on not having a proper data set for this. Are your arms up for it?

No, not a sibling. Just - someone I grew up with who I didn't think I would see again.

Very good.

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It hadn't taken long to throw together some sandwiches - tortas, as Abuela would call them. She'd managed to make decent carne asada the night before so she had stuffed a few rolls with her leftovers and some veggies. Fruit salad was a favorite, so a container of that went in, and some cans of sparkling water (pineapple, her favorite.) Dessert was harder since she absolutely couldn't master baking anything that wasn't box cupcakes, but she figured store bought cookies weren't the worst thing ever.

More time was spent slipping into a ruffled burnt orange sundress and gold sandals, and fluffing out her loose curls to be somewhat presentable. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she willed her hands to be still as she slicked on lip balm and mascara - nothing too heavy but she couldn't not meet this outrageously gorgeous older man with no makeup on.

Esme let out a breath to try and calm herself just as she heard a knock on the door - which just made her heart jump into her throat. She grabbed the basket she'd packed and opened the door, offering Tristan a shy smile. "Right on time," she said, teasing lightly.

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Not even knowing your father would know exactly why you were punished? That doesn't scare you? I have plenty of other things to occupy my mind, Arin. If you're under the impression I'm thinking about you when you're not directly in front of me - you are sorely mistaken.

I suppose it will.

I'm aware but you're also under the impression that idea scares me. It does not. I'm not surprised you commented, Esme. The fact it took you this long since I got here is what surprises me. You were pretty feisty on the day I arrived so I expected it weeks ago.

I guess time will tell. Won't it?

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Yeah, because if you treat me like you did at home, you can actually get in trouble for it here. I couldn't turn down the chance to make a comment, Arin. I've been holding them in for 18 years.

Huh. Maybe wonders will never cease.

You're always going to be Esmerelda Lopez to me, Esme. I suggest you get use to it. If anything I'm treating you more like an equal, all things considered. Also, last I checked I gave you space and left you alone after our initial interaction on the day I got here. You initiated this interaction when you jumped into a conversation I was having with someone else.

There's always a first time for everything.

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PM: I have a feeling you'll be achieving that goal a lot. I mean, it's for science so I'm totally up for it. The world simply can't go on not having a proper data set for this. Are your arms up for it?

No, not a sibling. Just - someone I grew up with who I didn't think I would see again.

Very good.

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It hadn't taken long to throw together some sandwiches - tortas, as Abuela would call them. She'd managed to make decent carne asada the night before so she had stuffed a few rolls with her leftovers and some veggies. Fruit salad was a favorite, so a container of that went in, and some cans of sparkling water (pineapple, her favorite.) Dessert was harder since she absolutely couldn't master baking anything that wasn't box cupcakes, but she figured store bought cookies weren't the worst thing ever.

More time was spent slipping into a ruffled burnt orange sundress and gold sandals, and fluffing out her loose curls to be somewhat presentable. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she willed her hands to be still as she slicked on lip balm and mascara - nothing too heavy but she couldn't not meet this outrageously gorgeous older man with no makeup on.

Esme let out a breath to try and calm herself just as she heard a knock on the door - which just made her heart jump into her throat. She grabbed the basket she'd packed and opened the door, offering Tristan a shy smile. "Right on time," she said, teasing lightly.

PM: I don't think it's pathetic at all. It's a fitting name, and it makes you smile - which, if you haven't figured out by now, is my predominant goal. Mmm, anything to maintain academic integrity when posing theories like that. We'll have to repeat thee experiment multiple times to really ensure our data is accurate. I hope you're up for it, Miss.

A reminder on campus? Do you have a sibling here you don't get along with or something?

Well, my princess' royal decrees must be heeded, so I'll be a good Daddy not argue. I'm looking forward to it, Miss. See you shortly.

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Oh wow, is that something that happens a lot in the warmer weather? That sounds amazing.

I'm Esme Lopez, marked a Domme. It's nice to meet you, Veronica. Soon to be? Are you almost in a claim?

Agreed - hopefully the school takes us somewhere tropical before the next semester starts so we can really get a full summer experience, but for now, the pool will absolutely do.

I don't think we've met, have we? I'm Veronica Lodge, Switch for now, soon to be Chuck Clayton's submissive.

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Why does that even matter? Or am I still less than in your eyes?

Fair? I've never heard you use the word fair in regards to your father's slaves.

I didn't grow up with the others.

Passing along her message seemed like a fair enough request in exchange for her suggestions to my question.

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PM: It's probably a little pathetic how much I like you calling me that. We should absolutely test that theory out, you know. Scientific measures and all, because I bet I can make it more than ten times as distracting.

If I think of something, I'll let you know. It - my upbringing was unconventional to say the least, and I still have a very irritating reminder of it here on campus. But I'm starting to think there's room to heal. And very likely, room to heal for both of us.

Well this time we're doing things my way, and you will be a good Daddy and go along with it. See you soon!

PM: I'm certainly trying, princess. Mmm, I mean, I have a pretty good idea. You're plenty distracting just sitting alone, reading a book - I'm sure that would be amplified tenfold at least with you in my arms with nothing to focus on but me.

If there's anything I can do to continue to help you distance yourself from the things that gave you those scars, and help heal them - I hope you'll let me do so...and maybe spending time with you will have a similarly positive effect on me.

Capable, sure - but I don't feel very gentlemanly making you go to all that trouble when I can have things arranged for us, just...my way.

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And what makes me different than any of the others? I have the same mark on my wrist.

No there's not - but I never would have thought you would pass on a message from a slave.

It's just you. Any other Dominant has gotten a title when they've asked for one.

Or something. She did but I had a cleaning question for her and she offered me some suggestions. What's with the third degree? Last I checked there was no rule about me calling home to speak to my parents or our slaves if I want to.

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PM: Already being a good Daddy for me, aren't you? I'll have to get to know your strengths and weaknesses before I can add to the list! Carrying me might be more challenging than you think. You don't know how distracting I can be.

Oh - well - now I'm blushing, thank you. Being here has made it a little easier but there's a bunch of stuff in how I was brought up that's left scars. Just things to unlearn, I guess.

Hey, we're flipping role expectations here. I'm perfectly capable of putting together a picnic for us.

PM: You absolutely should be spoiled, and anyone getting to do the spoiling should feel the honor of that privilege. Mmm, look at you - playing the role of a royal flawlessly already. I trust you’ll add to my duties beyond just carrying you, because frankly, lifting you is hardly a challenge.

You don’t have to try to be sexy, Miss. You just are, period. Of course, the religious upbringing is a probable explanation for your uncertainty - I come from a similar background, I suppose. It can be hard to shirk the negative implications your family raises you around - but it’s not impossible, especially with a lot of distance and time.

I feel bad making you do so much, though - I could simply look into catering options if that’s preferable?

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PM: That's a good point. Plus, as a princess, shouldn't I be spoiled regardless of mark? So really, a Domme princess with a claimed Daddy would just make so much sense. A privilege? I might even add onto your privileges by allowing you to carry me whenever I please.

You might have to help me with that. Whenever I try for sexy, I feel like I just look trashy. It might be deep seated generational Catholic guilt though.

I'm not a gourmet chef but my Abuela made sure I knew how to cook. I'll take care of it. Give me like, an hour or so and come meet me at my room? I can throw together something for us.

PM: I think, in the modern day, monikers like ‘princess’ and ‘Daddy’ don’t have to be indicative of submission or Dominance respectively. A princess is just as capable of wielding control over her Daddy - or dashing prince, whichever fits the context better. Remaining at your side as often as humanely possible would be a privilege that any man would be honored by, beautiful.

Oh, I think you know exactly how to ‘do super sexy’ - you just don’t know it, and that in a way amplifies the sexiness even more - at least in my eyes.

A picnic would be lovely - but it’d be wise not to ask me to prepare the food. We’d both wind up sick if we ate anything I made. I’ll happily carry everything, though - including you, princess.

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PM: As much as the budding Domme in me shouldn't like that - I do like being called a princess, especially by you. I'd suggest as an alternative that you remain by my side whenever possible so you can just make sure nothing happens. No tower locking needed. Oh - oh yeah, that would probably definitely work.

Good. I honestly could probably do with getting to know someone with more experience. Daddy? Again - I'm having conflicting feelings about this but I don't hate it.

It's a lot of fun. I went as Lucy Gray Baird from the Hunger Games novels, she's from the prequel that came out a little while ago. Not super sexy but I don't really know how to do super sexy. I'd like that. To arrange something. Do you like picnics?

PM: That's certainly one way to protect a little princess like yourself - but I'd argue that keeping you from any and all situations where you'd need to be defended would work too. Not to say I'd lock you in a tower so I could have you all to myself...but then again, that doesn't necessarily sound half-bad. Hmm. Alright, maybe I'll have to forget my shirt the next time I accidentally stumble upon you reading in the library. That should provide more than enough of a distraction you get your nose out of the book for at least a little while, no?

That's a non-issue for me, as long as it doesn't make you uncomfortable. Just please abstain from calling me Grandpa or anything like that. 'Daddy' would be perfectly acceptable though.

I've heard of the notorious masquerade, and I'm looking forward to my first...and I suppose probably last one this year. I guess I'll have to really make the most of it. Who or what did you go as last year? That's certainly one approach - hanging around the library, hoping we run into each other...or we could simply arrange a time to meet up on purpose. The latter is my preference as I don't like to leave things up to chance and I'd really like to see you again sooner rather than later.

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PM: I've never thought much about having a white knight before, but the idea is very appealing. My brothers just preferred to start fights on my behalf when I needed defending. Maybe I need to rethink my expectations. I wouldn't be mad about that. If you prove distracting enough, I could be persuaded to get my nose out of the book.

Challenge accepted. And wow - so I feel like I should mention I'm about to turn 19 in September. The age gap isn't an issue for me, but just wanted to put that out there in case it is for you. I feel like it would make it even more impressive if I can manage to prove you wrong though.

There really is. I don't count things that happened at the masquerade last year - I swear everyone was on sex pollen or something. I have a feeling you'll meet and exceed them. So - should I just keep hanging around in the library and hope you happen to be there at the same time?

PM: I'd say I'm going to regret letting you in on that weakness so quickly, but the fact is that I think I'd thoroughly enjoy providing whatever you wanted in order to keep you from any distress. Let's say you're where you want to be - in my lap; what's your next request, Miss?

Oh, there are - but you're not one of them. That much is already crystal clear. You're welcome to try to find a scenario where I'm incorrect, but it'll be in vain - and I wouldn't want you wasting your energy on something futile, when it's simply much, much easier to agree with me.

I appreciate that you're not the type to do things casually. You're a rarity in that way...and others, of course - and I mean that as a compliment, before you self-deprecate yourself on the basis of your quirkiness. Mmm, good to know I've got some decent momentum backing me.

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You're really going to dig your heels in about this, aren't you? Is it just me or everyone with a Dominant mark?

Did she answer the phone for your dad or something? I thought she had a rest day.

Oops. Well. I'm not sorry about it. Also, do I really have to remind you for a title?

She - what? When were you talking to my Abuela?

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PM: See now you're just going to have me spoiled. I'm so going to expect a white knight to come to my rescue at any moment, and it'll be entirely your fault. Well... I do love having my hair played with, and I think I could keep my focus on reading with something so simple.

Yeah but where's the fun in that? And, if there's a situation where we inherently disagree, that would mean you would think I'm wrong - and telling me that will absolutely make me pout. So maybe it would be best, in that situation, to admit you're wrong. If the situation ever comes about.

I don't know if it's a rarity and more of a... byproduct of where I come from? But I don't really think I have it in me to do anything like that casually. You absolutely do. I haven't demanded lap time from just anyone.

PM: I'd say I'm going to regret letting you in on that weakness so quickly, but the fact is that I think I'd thoroughly enjoy providing whatever you wanted in order to keep you from any distress. Let's say you're where you want to be - in my lap; what's your next request, Miss?

Oh, there are - but you're not one of them. That much is already crystal clear. You're welcome to try to find a scenario where I'm incorrect, but it'll be in vain - and I wouldn't want you wasting your energy on something futile, when it's simply much, much easier to agree with me.

I appreciate that you're not the type to do things casually. You're a rarity in that way...and others, of course - and I mean that as a compliment, before you self-deprecate yourself on the basis of your quirkiness. Mmm, good to know I've got some decent momentum backing me.

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Oops. Well. I'm not sorry about it. Also, do I really have to remind you for a title?

She - what? When were you talking to my Abuela?

Yet he never actually stated if he thought I had high or low standards. Just that he wasn't sure which it was. So, actually, you were the one to 'point it out'.

Your abuela said to tell you hello by the way.