"So, you're saying you want to try something... different?" Alex's voice was low, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned against the doorframe of his apartment.

Emily's heart raced, her cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She nodded, her eyes locked onto his, searching for any sign of judgment or hesitation. "Yes," she whispered, stepping closer. "I trust you, Alex. I want to explore this side of me with you."

Alex pushed off from the wall, closing the distance between them. His hand reached up to gently cup her face, his thumb brushing over her cheekbone. "You know I'll take care of you, right? We'll go slow, and only do what you're comfortable with."

She nodded again, more confidently this time. "I know. And... there's something else I want to try too."

His eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Oh? What's that?"

Emily hesitated, the word feeling strange on her tongue. "I want you to be... my daddy. In the scene, I mean. I want you to dominate me, call me your little girl."

Alex's eyes darkened, a thrill of desire coursing through him at her words. He could see the vulnerability in her gaze, mixed with a burning need for exploration. "Are you sure about this, babygirl?"

"Yes, Daddy," she breathed out, the title slipping from her lips effortlessly. "I'm sure."

With a nod, Alex stepped back, his hands moving to unbutton his shirt slowly, deliberately. Emily watched, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of his toned chest, the muscles flexing with each movement. He tossed the shirt aside, then reached for her, pulling her into his arms.

"First things first," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "We need to set some ground rules. Safe words, limits, all that. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," she replied, her voice steady despite the tremors of anticipation running through her body.

They spent the next few minutes discussing boundaries and safe words, Emily feeling a sense of security wash over her as they talked. Once they were both clear on the rules, Alex led her to the bedroom, his hand firmly gripping hers.

The room was dimly lit, candles flickering on the dresser and nightstand, casting shadows across the walls. Alex sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling Emily between his legs. His hands roamed over her hips, thumbs tracing circles on her skin through the fabric of her dress.

"Tell me what you want, babygirl," he commanded, his voice deep and authoritative.

Emily swallowed hard, her eyes locked onto his. "I want you to choke me, Daddy. Just a little, to start. And then... I want you to take me rough, like I'm yours to use however you want."

A growl rumbled in Alex's chest, his grip tightening on her hips. "As you wish, my sweet girl. But remember, if it gets too much, you say the safe word, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy," she agreed, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for him to make the first move.

Slowly, deliberately, Alex slid his hands up her sides, stopping just below her throat. He met her gaze, giving her one last chance to change her mind. When she didn't, he tightened his grip, fingers pressing into her flesh as he applied gentle pressure.