Page 15 of Daddy's Treat

Her cheeks pinken, but she laughs, and that’s exactly what I wanted.

“If this is my—adream house, this kitchen is something no one ever thought to dream of before. It isthatfantastic. I could spend hours in here. Days. I could just live here.”

I don’t miss her little slip. She was going to say the house is her dream house. Hearing her say she could live here does something to me. Something primal that I can’t explain. I’ve never been the possessive type.

I’ve dated, and I’ve played with women casually in the club, some more than once, but never have I cared enough to want more. In just one single day, I know for a fact that I want more of Penny. I want it all. It makes zero sense. Every cell in my body screams to claim her and never let her go. Though it sounds crazy, it makes perfect sense to me.

Penny opens every cabinet door, all the drawers, she peeks in the fridge, and even opens both ovens. She makes little squeals of excitement every time she discovers something new.

“Do you like to cook?” Her question is muffled because she just disappeared into the pantry.

“It’s a means to an end. I wouldn’t say I particularly enjoy it, but I do like to eat.”

She closes the pantry door and looks at me with longing. I’m just not sure if it’s longing for me or for the kitchen.

“I love to bake.” She runs her fingertips over the countertop as she walks back toward me. “I miss it.”

“I’m sure the sorority house has a kitchen. Why don’t you bake if you like to?”

She snorts a laugh. “I would think that the reason would be obvious. Look at what happened over a single slice of pie. How do you think they’d react if I baked brownies? Or my favorite triple chocolate mint surprise cake?”

I really don’t like those bitches she lives with. I’m going to make it my top priority to get her out of that damn house.And into mine, that possessive part of me says. I definitely like that idea too much.

“You can bake here anytime you want, shortcake. I don’t have much in the way of baking supplies. We’ll have to go shopping and get you whatever you need.”

Penny squeals with delight and jumps into my arms. I hug her small body to mine. She just feels right in my arms. I wonder if she feels it too. If I hold her too much longer, she’s going to feel something alright. I pull away before I can scare her with my raging hard-on. I’ve been hard for her since the first time I laid eyes on her. I have a feeling that will be a constant whenever she’s around.

She reluctantly follows me to see the rest of the house. She shows little interest in my office and the game room. When I take her into the master bedroom, she perks up again. She looks at me, silently asking my permission to look around. I’m tempted to tell her what’s mine is hers, but I don’t want to freak her out.

“Wow, this bathroom is almost as good as the kitchen. You could fit five people in this bathtub. What in the world to you need eight showerheads for? Oh, my hopscotch! A towel warmer!”

She grabs the handle for one of the drawers, then peeks over her shoulder at me. I think she expects me to protest her snooping, but I have nothing to hide. She can look at anything she wants. “Go ahead. Make yourself at home.”

I’m rewarded with a huge smile. I’d give Penny my soul if that meant she’d always smile like that.

She opens all the drawers and cabinets. Then wanders back to the bedroom. She oohs and ahhs over the closet. She doesn’t comment on the completely empty side. The closet is meant for two. I could never own enough clothes to fill it.It’s waiting for you, shortcake.

“I like your bed. It’s so big that I could get lost on it!”

I can see that she’s tempted to see if it’s true or not, but she restrains herself. She does, however, open the bedside drawer. I laugh when the drawer slams shut, and she whips around, giving me a wide-eyed look of embarrassed shock.

“I—uh—” she can’t seem to find words. “What’s upstairs?” she asks in a strangled voice.

I have pity on her and don’t mention what she saw. I know exactly what’s in that drawer. Condoms, lube, handcuffs, a paddle, and a few other things.

“Guest rooms mostly. Want to see?”

She runs out of my room like the hounds of hell are chasing her—or maybe a clown. She’d probably stop and try to pet the hounds. I don’t hurry up the stairs. I let her have a couple minutes to collect herself. The rooms up here are pretty generic. The only one that’s got any real personality is the one that I consider Walt’s room. The rest are basically the same as they were when I moved in.

Penny is looking into the last room. It’s the largest room upstairs, but I know it’s not the size that’s got her attention. The walls are pink and purple. I’m sure the room used to be a child’s room before I moved in. Louise wanted to paint it, but I told her to leave it and just design the room around it. She thought I was crazy but did what I said.

She found feminine white furniture to fill the space. There is a mirrored vanity complete with stool, a dresser with intricate scrollwork flowers carved into the wood, the bed is the focal point for the room. Louise really did outdo herself with it. It’s not as big as my own, but it’s big enough. The frame is a four-poster that has the same scrollwork as the dresser. The bedding is white and frilly, the matching canopy has little pink and purple flowers on it, adding a pop of color in the sea of white.

It really is the perfect room for a young girl… Or alittlegirl. The interest that Penny is showing toward this room makes me wonder if she might enjoy having a daddy. I’ve never played that particular role, but as I take in Penny’s innocence, I can definitely see the possibilities.

“Go on, shortcake. You know you want to. You’re going to explode if you keep trying to hold yourself back.”

She slips her shoes off and digs her toes into the plush carpet. Then with a running start, she dives onto the bed. With a content sigh, she rolls over to her back and looks up at the canopy. “This is amazing. I always dreamed of having a room like this when I was a little girl.”

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