Page 32 of Daddy's Heart

She shook her head. “No. Of course not.”

“And you said George knows you’re kinky, so who else?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged again.

He sighed. “If you get real scared, tell me and we’ll leave. But I think you’re just nervous because it’s new.”

She nodded and leaned her head back against the headrest. “Okay,” she whispered, the worry still evident in her voice.

“Good girl.” He patted her hands and went back to driving.

She remained quiet the rest of the short drive, and he didn’t intrude on her thoughts. So long as she wasn’t getting herself worked up with worry, he would let her navigate her own way through the experience. New things were sometimes scary, and although he sensed Samantha charged head-on into a challenge, he wasn’t sure how she let her little side react to it. This wasn’t work related, and maybe without a goal, she’d fester in doubt.

Ryder pulled the car into a parking spot and parked the car.

“See? Barely anyone here.” He pointed along the sidewalk. Not many kink shoppers on a Tuesday afternoon.Topswas tucked between a pet shop and a music store.

“Yeah. It’s fine, Ryder. I’m fine. I can handle an adult store.” She snorted.

He examined her features for a moment. Sarcasm and snark. Those were her weapons of choice. Well, he had a few of his own.

“We’ll see, won’t we?” He climbed out of the car and arrived at her door as she stepped out onto the sidewalk. Her gaze was focused on the storefront, so he shut the door for her and grabbed her hand.

“Cute name.” She rolled her eyes.

Ryder’s lips kicked up. This girl wouldn’t make it through the day without a few smacks to her ass. But he wouldn’t mind it. Maybe this time, he’d take his time, go slower and really explore her curves, her softness, the wetness between her thighs. When he’d spanked her, he could smell her sweet arousal. This time, he wouldn’t hold back from touching her. And if she was a good girl, he’d even bring her some relief.

Watching her squirm over his lap, arching her back, wiggling toward his touch, aching for the orgasm he held a breath away from her grasp….it would be the perfect way to spend the afternoon.

After he bought her proper panties.

Entwining his fingers with hers, he led her into the store. The bell over the door rang when they entered, and the girl behind the glass display case smiled at them.

“Hello.” She gave a little wave.

Samantha ducked her head and gestured back.

Ryder chuckled and pointed toward the back corner of the stores. “The clothes are back there.”

Samantha let go of his hand and started flipping through the t-shirts hanging on the racks while Ryder watched her.

“Those don’t look like panties to me.”

She jerked back, startled. “Ryder!”

He moved closer, placing his hands on her hips and leaning down to her ear. “I think here, you can address me properly, don’t you, Sammy?”

Her back muscles tensed against his chest, but he held her hips firm to keep her from spinning around to face him. Burying herself into him wasn’t what he wanted—not right that second anyway.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

He pressed a kiss to her temple. “That’s better, sweetheart. Now, let’s look at the panties, then you can pick out a t-shirt if you really want.”

Her breath blew out in an exasperated huff. “Fine.”

With a quick turn, he had her facing him. “Hey, now. If you really don’t want to do this, we’ll go home.”

Her eyes widened when she brought them up to meet his gaze. “No, that’s not it.”

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