Free The Dom's Dilemma by Raven McAllan

THE
DOM’S DILEMMA
     
    Dommissimma , 5
     
    Raven McAllan
     
    Copyright © 2015
     
     
     
    Chapter
One
     
    "No. Definitely not. Non , nada,
nein and any other remotely no sounding word. Not on your nelly, no. Fuck, shit
and buggery not on your life, no. Or in your life. Or whatever." Athol Donaldson slammed his hands on the
work surface. Carrots and broccoli went everywhere. "Are you crazy? What
on earth did your other parents say?"
    Saucer,
his and Edan Murphy's daughter Seonagh's pet Dachshund and therefore the latest
addition to the family, jumped in the air and caught one bit in his mouth. For
a solid sausage dog, he could be agile when he wanted to.
    "Daad." Shit I sound five not
twenty-five. But seriously, fathers . "Look dad, it's not like I want
to boil bunnies or practice something weird and icky." Well I don't
think so and you two sure as hell don't. "It's only what you do."
    "No.
Have you never heard of do as I say not as I do? If not, now take it as read.
And that dog is spoiled."
    "Shit,
dad, he is not." Seonagh barely managed not to stamp her foot. As ever the
crux of the conversation was getting away from her. "You dropped the food,
he's just being helpful. A canine hoover."
      Athol snorted. Seonagh ignored it. "Dad. Bloody hell, why not?"
    "Language. Swearing shows a lack…"
    "Of
vocabulary, and imagination, I know. A bit pot kettle and
black going on there eh, dad?"
    Edan
Murphy, Athol's husband made a sound halfway between a snoring elephant and a
kettle on the boil. Athol turned to him.
    "Not
helpful."
    Saucer
whined and twined himself around Athol's legs. "Not you
sweetie, them there others." Saucer woofed and
leaned against Athol. As he spent a lot of the time under Athol's desk,
whilst Seonagh was at work, the weight didn't seem to bother Athol one bit.
    "Well?"
Athol went on. "Are you not going to say something sensible and tell our
daughter it's just not on?"
    Edan
held his hands in the air. "Hey, don't go putting words into my mouth,
love. Seonagh is old enough to make her own mind up about things."
    "See?"
Seonagh turned to Athol. "Dad says what you've both always said. I can
make my mind up."
    "Don't
you go putting words into my mouth either, young lady." Edan waggled his
finger at Seonagh. "I was about to add, once she's had everything
explained to her fully. So go on now tell us. What are you? Domme
or sub?"
    She
blinked. That was going for the jugular with a vengeance.
    "Oh,"
Edan added. "And why."
    She
blinked, opened her mouth, and cleared her throat. How on earth could she
answer that? She had no true idea.
    The
silence lengthened. Saucer looked from one to another and yipped. When no one
paid him any attention, Seonagh watched him go and sit on his blanket next to
the Aga. Considering it wasn't his home, he certainly had all the comforts of
one. She wished she could join him. The atmosphere was decidedly chilly.
    "Exactly." Athol said as the silence
stretched to an uncomfortable length. He sounded more than triumphant.
"You have no idea. See, I told you. No."
    "That
is where you're wrong. Excuse me." Seonagh put her hand on his arm, moved
him to one side of the vegetables he was preparing, and ignored his indrawn
breath at her rudeness. She knew fine well it was bratty behavior, but maybe
that meant she did have sub tendencies? It was something she needed to know.
Dammit, why was life so complicated? A visit, to watch and learn and then…she
picked up a carrot stick and crunched it.
    "Sorry
dads." Seonagh turned around and faced the two men who both had identical
stern expressions. "Look. Let me try and explain. Shit , I mean,
goodness me I need a drink. Can I be bratty, and ask for some wine?"
    Athol
shook his head in mock exasperation. "As we have the pleasure of your
company for the night, I've got a bottle or two chilling. Chenin
or Sauvignon?"
    "Chenin, please."
    He
nodded and opened a bottle with one twist of his hand. "Ede?"
    Edan
nodded and apart from Saucer woofing in his