Page 124 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“You didn’t hire me in the first place.”

“This is silly. It’s semantics. Corbin, I’m not coming with you.”

“You were last night.”

“Yes, but that’s before I found out . . .”

“That I’m a Daddy Dom? Why does that make a difference?”

“Because I’m not a Little.” She stared at him, chewing on her lip. “I’m not a Little and that’s what you need. So it won’t work. I’m sorry.”

“That’s the problem?”

“Yes.”

He knew that likely didn’t even scratch the surface of what was going on here. Bebe was so secretive sometimes. And she wasn’t going to just open up and tell him, not without a push.

“Then there’s no problem at all.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I don’t need to be with a Little. Sure, I enjoy being a Daddy Dom, but it’s not my entire life. I’ve had relationships with people who aren’t Littles. I wantyou, Bebe. It doesn’t matter to me if you’re a Little, a sub, into pet play, or none of the above. I. Want. You.”

A sob escaped her. “Why do you have to be so perfect? And why do I keep crying? Urgh, it’s so damn irritating.”

“Got to tell you, though, you need some rules and boundaries. You’re reckless with your safety, which is something I will not allow.”

Shit. He probably should have held that all back.

She wiped at her eyes. “It’s nice of you to say all of this, but it’s not very practical, is it? I mean, it won’t work in practice. Your Daddy side is bound to peek out, to make an appearance.”

“Not going to lie, that might happen. But you said you like it when I get a bit bossy. And I think you need that. Someone to set down a hard line. To ensure your safety when you won’t. To takecare of you. You’ve never had that and you deserve it. Sometimes that might come across as me Daddying you.”

“Is that a word?” she asked.

“It should be. Is that a problem? My Daddy side coming out occasionally?”

“Sort of,” she whispered.

“Hey, look at me.” He tilted her chin up. “I care about you, Bebe. I don’t think you quite get that yet. But I’m going to keep telling you until you do. Caring about you means that I will never force you to do something you don’t want. I am not your mother. I will not bully or blackmail you until you give in. I want what is best for you. And what is best is for you to be happy.”

“I . . . I want to believe that so much.”

“We haven’t known each other long enough for you to fully trust me.” He was asking a lot from her. Just because he was there didn’t mean she was.

“I do trust you, though. So I don’t understand this. I know you’re not my mother. I know you won’t harm me. You always protect me. But I . . . it’s not just her.”

He moved so he had his back against the headboard, then he leaned over and pulled her into his lap.

“Corbin,” she protested quietly.

“I think better when you’re touching me.”

She huffed out a breath. “You are such a liar.”

“Enough cheek out of you.” He popped her ass.

It was a bit of a test. And probably not nice of him. But he wanted to see her reaction while he was facing her and she wasn’t over his shoulder.

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