Page 62 of Off Limits

“I know, Dad.” I tighten my arms around him, squeezing him before I ask the question that might make him pull away from me. “I know you will always be there for me. But I don’t want to stop what we’re doing. I…want you. Even if we have to do it in secret, then fine, just please promise we’ll never go back to the way we were before. I want…more than that.”

He pauses for a minute. “Danica,” he whispers against me. “Oh, Danica.”

I lift my face to his. He looks concerned and worried, brow furrowed, but his eyes are black with a dark heat.

“Don’t you want to…” I struggle to find the words, trying to sound as grown-up as I can. “Don’t you want to make love to me?”

“Fuck, Dani,” he breathes. “Of course I do. You know I do. I think about it every damn day. But I’m your stepfather.”

“I like both our roles,” I plead. “I love that you’re my stepdad and take care of me, and I also like…ugh.” I duck my head, struggling to say what I want to say, and he leans back and tucks a finger under my chin, lifting my face up to his.

“Say it,” he says, his gaze intense.

“I like it when…you’re still my dad. When it’s naughty, like you can’t resist me.”

“You mean that you like daddy play,” he finishes for me, eyes searching my face.

“Yes,” I say with a slow exhale. “It turns me on.”

A strange look comes over his face—relief, I think—and he pulls me in once again and murmurs in my ear in a deep voice. “So do I.”

We leave the wedding shortly after the dance, something new and electric humming between us.

“Leaving so soon?” asks my dad’s partner as we say our goodbyes.

“Got to get my little girl home,” Jean-Luc answers.

We take an Uber back to the hotel and, despite introducing me as his daughter to the driver, Jean-Luc keeps his hand on my knee the whole way.

I’m quiet as we walk down the plushly carpeted hall of the hotel to our suite. My belongings are already strewn across one of the queen beds, and I walk in and sit on the edge of it while Jean-Luc pours a mini bottle of scotch into a glass for himself.

“Can I have one?” I ask.

He frowns, cocking his head in mock disbelief at the question. “No.”

“C’mon.”

“Dani,” he says calmly, removing his jacket and unfastening his cufflinks. “If you act like a brat, I’ll be forced to punish you.”

My heart gives a jolt, sending electricity down through my limbs. His tone is stern, but his eyes, when they flash over to me from under his heavy brows, are molten lava.

He loosens his tie, unbuttons his shirt at the neck, and removes his watch, laying it down carefully on the desk. Then he sits on the other bed, facing me, and places a hand on each knee.

“Danica. If we’re going to do this, if we’re going to play games, I need to know that it is 100% what you want. If there is even a shadow of doubt in your mind, you can tell me, and everything stops. I will always be your father, first and foremost.”

But there’s no doubt in my mind. “I want everything with you, Jean-Luc,” I answer honestly.

He shakes his head. “This is so crazy,” he says. “What’s happening between us. But I don’t think I can hold back anymore, Danica. I don’t know if there’s any point, if we both want the same thing. The most important thing I have to tell you is that it could never make me feel less about you. I will love you with every last breath I have on this earth.”

I can only nod, biting back sudden and unexpected tears, as something profound surges within me. I will love him with every last breath I have too, I know it. I always have.

“You’re making me mental, little girl,” he says in a new kind of voice. A deeper, more dangerous voice. “I think about you all the time. I think about you showing me your little panties in the car. I think about the feel of your mouth around my cock, and the taste of your sweet little cunt. The way you breathe when you come. I think obsessively about how much I want to be inside of you, to own you, to really make you mine. Would you like to be mine, Danica?”

“Yes.” My voice is almost a whisper. I can hardly hear it over the pounding of my heart. “Yes, Daddy.”

He smiles slowly. “That’s good. What I really want is to be your daddy in every way, Danica. I want to comfort and care for you, and love you, and I want to play games with you, games I think we will both enjoy, things we’ve tried out a little already. I want to be your daddy in bed, and I want you to be my little girl. Do you want that, too?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

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