WIP: Work in progress. WIP it up Wednesday is a hop where writers share portions of the project they're working on with readers. I really like the idea because it allows me to share something that's still in the creative stage as well as work behind the scenes as a prompt to keep me writing.
The WIP I've chosen to share today is tentatively titled "Learning to be Little: Kelly's Story." It is a story about Kelly Franklin's first immersion into BDSM with a Daddy Dom. It begins in the present directly after "A Dom's Dilemma" then slips into her past before returning to the present again. It's my first attempt at an age play story, but I hope it will provide a lot more insight into Kelly's character. Though the manuscript is still in edits at this point, I decided to begin sharing snippets of my first draft, beginning with the start of Kelly's nightmare.
|The mock cover I used for Camp NaNo|
The man, whom Kelly quickly suspected was a true gentleman, would be her fourth customer, if he chose her. Dressed in a stylish, black woolen coat, which he'd left unbuttoned despite the cold, revealing a trim waist beneath a muscular chest, he cut a rather dashing figure. Though no judge of fashion, Kelly thought his vest and suit looked expensive, his nails were well-manicured and his dark hair had a touch of gray at both his temples. When he approached her, she had to crane her neck back to see his face, since he stood at least a foot taller than she did. Used to men testing out the merchandise with a squeeze or two before they bought, Kelly was surprised when this man made no effort to touch her or even ask what she charged for her services. Instead, he took a single step back and inquired in a cultured voice, "How old are you, young lady?"
"What's it to you?" Kelly snapped back. Yeah, she really had to learn how to be more gracious, but she wasn't in the mood. Her feet hurt, she was hungry, and her cheeks felt like ice.
"Answer my question," he directed, and the frown on his face puzzled her. The man clearly wasn't drunk and he appeared to be well off. So why was he trolling the streets looking for a whore? And why did he appear so stern all of a sudden?
"I'm nearly nineteen, if it pleases you," she answered with a slight rise to her chin. She wasn't a child, though, right then, he made her feel like one.
His mouth relaxed into what almost appeared to be a smile. "It does, as a matter of fact. In spite of the garishness of your makeup, you appear much younger. Have you taken your evening repast, yet?"
Had she taken what? Who was this guy and why did he talk as if he'd just stepped out of an historical romance novel? Not that she'd read all that many, of course.
Despite his gentlemanly manners, this potential customer made her uncomfortable for some indefinable reason. Unsure if she wanted to go anywhere with him, she unsuccessfully tried to suppress a shiver and said, "I'm not the sort who steals or take things, so don't look to me for an evening repast, whatever that is."
The frown promptly returned as he removed his woolen scarf and wrapped it around her neck, then turned her so his back sheltered her from the worst of the wind. "You are inadequately dressed for this weather. Is that the best coat you own?"
"No. I left my mink at home. Sorry. Who knew I'd need it tonight?
"Your impertinent attitude is far from conducive for social intercourse, young miss. You should amend it at once by showing proper respect to a gentleman who merely wishes to offer you aid."
Grateful for the additional warmth, Kelly drew his scarf closer and caught a faint but pleasant scent of wood smoke and lime even as she gave an unimpressed shrug. "Whatever."
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