Saved By The Alpha novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Austin POV

Tyra and I sit silently, waiting for Meagan to bring back the paperwork. She looks nervous yet happy. I hope I can make her happy. I don’t want this to end badly. The last two left crying and screaming because they decided they were not ready for my lifestyle. It always baffles me when a lady agrees to a DDLG relationship but does not actually want to live it. They want to be taken care of but want the freedom to go and do as they please. This is not that type of relationship, and I need complete control over my lady. I want respect and control of my littles life. She is for me to care for, not just finance. I have a feeling Tyra is actually looking for a caretaker. She went to med school she can take care of herself. That tells me she is the real deal.

Meagan comes in with the paperwork. “You can read over everything and sign,” she says as she hands the contract to Tyra. Tyra flips to the back and signs the contract without reading it.

“Don’t you want to know how to terminate the contract?” Meagan asks.

“No, I do not plan on terminating anything. This relationship is forever, not until it is hard,” Tyra says.

“Okay then, if you need me or if you change your mind, you can call me,” Meagan says to Tyra.

“I won't be changing my mind. I have my daddy, and now I am complete,” Tyra says.

Tyra reaches out for my hand. We walk hand in hand out of the office. I point to my car parked under a shade tree in the parking lot. We walk to the car. I open her door. She gets in, and I go around to get in the driver's side.

“Do you have anything you need to get from your house?” I ask her.

“No, sir, I am coming empty-handed so you can dress me and mold me the way you see fit,” Tyra says.

“Well, then, I guess we need to go shopping first,” I say to her.

“Really, that is awesome,” Tyra says.

“Are you hungry?” I ask her.

“Yes, I am starving,” Tyra says.

“Let us get something to eat first, then we will go shopping,” I say to her.

This relationship is off to a good start. I can dress her the way I want, and she will not fuss. We drive to a shopping mall close to the office. There is a nice little private restaurant I have been to many times in front of the mall. I pull into the restaurant. She waits patiently for me to open her door. I open her door. She promptly kisses me on the cheek.

“Thank you, daddy,” she says.

We go into the restaurant. I ask for a private table in the back of the restaurant. I pull out her chair, and we sit waiting on the waiter. Tyra looks over the menu and then at me.

“Would you mind ordering for me?” Tyra says.

“No, not at all,” I answer her.