Page 57 of Daddy's Lesson

She rolled her eyes. “You know I don’t.”

“If it can mean more for you, then why can’t it mean more for me?”

“I guess it can.” Her cheeks were red and she kept looking around, like someone was going to overhear our conversation.

I reached across the table and took her hand in mine. “We don’t have to talk about this any more right now. I just need you to understand that this means something to me. You, Zoe Kramer, mean something to me. Okay?”

“Okay.” She nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s no reason to apologize. Just stop trying to shove me into a box.”

“I will.”

I wasn’t really convinced, but there wasn’t much I could do about it right then. All I could do was keep proving to her that this was more than a Rent-A-Daddy business arrangement. I wanted Zoe to be mine. For as long as she’d have me, I wanted her to be mine. Now, more than ever, I was determined to prove that to her.

We finished our meal in a heavier silence than I was used to with her, and I hated it. I couldn’t wait to get on with our day. First stop was the obnoxiously huge homewares store that everyone swore by. I knew they would have everything Zoe could ever want or need to put some more personal touches on her home.

Surprisingly, we had a lot of fun picking things out, and aside from her initial protest when she realized my plan, she didn’t fight me much. We ended up with an eclectic mix, but every single piece screamed ‘Zoe’, and she seemed to really be enjoying herself. When we went to check out and I handed the checker my credit card, Zoe opened her mouth to argue. She looked like a fish out of water given how many times she made the silent protest, but she managed to keep the words inside, and for that I was proud of her.

“Good girl,” I growled in her ear as we made our way to the car with our treasures.

Next was an electronics store, and after a short-lived argument where I explained that the obnoxiously huge television was more for me than for her, she reluctantly gave up. I set up delivery since my car was not big enough to hold the monstrosity, and we headed back home.

When her place began to feel more like “home” I wasn’t sure. It probably wasn’t the space itself as much as it was Zoe. We unloaded the car and I watched with a smile on my face as Zoe found homes for all of her new stuff.

“It looks great in here!” She clapped her hands in excitement.

“It really does,” I agreed.

The space was slowly transforming and becoming something entirely new, just like the people who inhabited said space.

Zoe talked me into letting her cook dinner while I worked on my mural for a bit. She played music while she cooked, and I even caught her dancing when she didn’t think I was watching. Her movements inspired me; everything about her did. Moving to a different section of the wall, I started a new element and hoped she didn’t get too mad at me for the sensual, erotic elements I was adding. With one eye on her, watching her as she moved about the kitchen with a grace that exuded sex appeal, I couldn’t help but paint our forms locked in an intimate embrace. If I wasn’t already in love with her, seeing her shimmy in her kitchen as she cooked in nothing but a white apron would have sealed the deal.

Laying down my paintbrush, I cleaned off my hands and snuck up behind her. I pressed my body up against hers and swayed to the beat of the music with her ass nestled against my groin. She welcomed the touch and rested her head against my shoulder.

“This has been one of the best days.” She turned her head and smiled happily up at me.

“I’m so glad. You deserve all the best days, baby.” I leaned down to kiss her neck, but her scoff stopped me in my tracks. “What was that noise for?”

“I don’t deserve anything special, L—Daddy.”

“Good catch, but…” I turned her around to face me. “You don’t get to argue with Daddy. You deserve good things. All of them. And you deserve great days and everything that comes with them. Got it?” I delivered my message with a little more force than I’d planned to, but it was important.

Zoe’s eyes went wide and she nodded.

I kept my gaze locked on hers for a beat before coming to a decision.

“You’re getting another lesson after dinner,” I proclaimed.

Her shoulders fell. “But I get it. I didn’t mean anything negative, really, just that I’m not special. I’m just an old art teacher.”

Shaking my head I put my finger to her lips. “You’re digging a deep hole you are not going to want to bury yourself in. I promise you that. Stop while you’re ahead.”

Clamping her mouth, she nodded.

“Good girl.” I turned her around and commenced with the neck kiss that had so rudely been interrupted by her declaration.

She sighed happily, and tilting her head to the side, gave me better access to that special little place on her neck I knew would make her moan and melt against me. She didn’t disappoint, and I formulated a plan in my head for how I was going to teach my girl just how special she was.