Page 100 of Daddy's Naughty List

Besides, he couldn’t keep her safe if she didn’t listen to him and do what he said.

He shouldn’t have spanked her. She wasn’t his to spank. But she was drawn to him the same way he was drawn to her. It had been the same in the conversations they’d had in Darling.

When he’d popped her ass, she hadn’t demanded he stop. No, she’d submitted to his correction without protest. They both knew she’d earned every swat and then some.

She was unlike any Little—hell, any woman—he’d ever met. That was saying something since he lived in a small resort town that catered to people in the DDlg lifestyle.

Did she know anything about the lifestyle? She had to have picked up on the way the couples in Darling behaved. No one was all that discreet. In Darling, they didn’t have to be. Did she realize she was a Little? Best he could tell, she pretty much lived in Little space. If she ever came out of it, he had yet to see or hear it.

He liked that about her.

He understood it. Being a Daddy wasn’t a bedroom game to him. Of course, he didn’t usually go around spanking women without consent or even act as if he had authority over them because he didn’t.

Still, being protective and nurturing, and taking care of someone twenty-four- seven wasn’t play for him. It was who he was. So, what was he going to do with the Little girl fidgeting in the corner?

He was going to be himself.

“Are you a Little, Bliss?”

She shot up straight and spun around. “You can’t just ask a question like that.”

When he gave her his best ‘Daddy’ look and raised his brow, she spun back around to face the corner.

Connor crossed his arms and stretched his legs out in front of him. “I can ask any question I want. You have the choice of answering or not, but I hope you do. I’ll never judge you for what you say. I can’t make you talk to me, but I hope you choose to answer.”

He waited. Littles hated silence almost as much as they hated vegetables and water. His little trouble was no different.

Seconds later, she stomped her foot. “Argh! You are so infuriating!”

Not the answer to his question, but she kept her face to the wall. At this point, he’d take whatever progress he could get. “Does that mean you’re choosing not to answer me?”

Heaving an aggrieved sigh, she answered him. “You wouldn’t ask if you didn’t think I was.”

“It’s not what I think that matters. It’s what you think.”

He’d be willing to bet if he looked, she’d be nibbling that luscious bottom lip. He let the silence intensify the atmosphere of the room until she gave him an answer.

“Okay, fine. Yes, I think I’m a Little, but I’ve never had a Daddy. I love books about Daddies and their Littles. I want to have a Daddy. One day.”

He released the breath he’d been holding. Standing, he walked toward her with silent steps. “That’s good, babygirl. Books are a great place to start. Did you realize, based on what you’ve read, that I am a Daddy?”

Her breathing sped up, and one heel started bobbing up and down like a jackhammer. Someone was nervous. Good.

She shrugged her shoulders. “Well, the tossing me over your shoulder and spanking me kind of gave it away.”

Nervousness made her sarcastic. That was all right. He had several ways to deal with a smart mouth.

The way she wiggled her head back and forth on certain words for emphasis was adorable. He stood mere inches from her back, so he leaned close enough his breath would tickle her ear when he spoke. “I am a Daddy and have been for a long time. I must say, in all my years, I’ve never met a Little who needs a Daddy as much as you. I don’t like to repeat myself, but I’ll make an exception this once. Did you understand that you were to stay in the truck?”

She turned her head to look at him. Not going to happen. “Nose in the corner, little trouble. You do not want to add to your tally. Answer the question with that nose pressed into the corner as far as you can.”

“Tally?” Her voice came out as an adorable squeak. “If I don’t have a Daddy, how can I have a tally?”

“Now that is a very good question, babygirl. Can you think of a good answer?”

He wanted to be her Daddy, even if it was only a scene. But she needed to want it, too.

Now, both her heels alternated bopping the carpet, as if she was gearing up to march in double time. Curling his arm around her, he pulled her back to his front and placed his palm over her heart. Her heartbeat drummed. “There is no wrong answer, baby. Would you like me to give you a hint of what I’d like the answer to be?”

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