Page 101 of Daddy's Naughty List

This had all the elements of a bad idea. If he was her Daddy, even just for a scene, it could affect her relationship withWinnie and the other girls. Hell, it could impact his relationship with them, too.

He wouldn’t do anything that made her life uncomfortable. His goal was to relieve her from the pressure of being in control for a time, and hopefully teach her to make better decisions.

Her heels stopped moving. Was that a good sign?

When he stepped to her side, she cut her eyes to him. She still didn’t take her nose from the corner. His dick hardened at the idea of her being his good girl.

The vulnerability on her face had him itching to take her in his arms and assure her everything would be all right. All she needed to do was ask.

“I’d like a hint, please. I don’t know what I want.”

But she did. If the longing in her gaze was any indication, she knew exactly what she wanted. But life had taught her some hard lessons. As far as he knew, no one had wanted her enough to make her their priority in a long time.

That was going to change.

“I know what you want, babygirl. It’s the same thing I want, I promise. I’ve wanted it since you trusted me to catch you when you jumped from that bathroom window at the truck stop. Maybe longer. If you can be brave enough to tell me what you want, I’ll give it to you.”

She stared at him as if he held out a priceless treasure but feared he would snatch it away when she reached for it. She needed more from him.

So, he gave it to her. “You can do this, little girl. I’ll catch you this time, too. A Daddy would never let his Little girl fall.”

Bliss searched his eyes, and whatever she saw had her squaring her shoulders, even while her legs trembled. His babygirl was brave. She was a fighter.

Notching her chin up, she gave him what he’d asked for. “I want a Daddy. And I want that Daddy to be you.”

He ran his thumb down her cheek and along her jaw before leaning closer and pressing his lips to the pulse fluttering in her neck. Her gasped, “Oh,” went straight to his cock.

“I would be honored to be your Daddy. Here’s what that means to me. I am in charge until you tell me you don’t want that anymore. Period, end of statement.” Before she could protest, he continued. “I’m not a dictator. I will discuss everything with you, but as your Daddy, I have the final say. If we get back to Darling and want to continue our relationship, we’ll talk through that then. Does that sound good to you?”

Her face scrunched into the cutest expression of concentration. Her eyes were aimed over his head and darted back and forth as if she were reading things he couldn’t see. He knew the second her choices became overwhelming, so he broke into the conversation she was apparently having with herself.

This wasn’t his first rodeo, and he knew better than to move forward without her consent. He placed a finger over her lips. “The next word out of your mouth needs to be either yes or no.”

Her eyes rounded. It took a minute, but her shoulders slowly relaxed and she smiled. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen when she smiled. Or frowned. Or cried.

“Yes, I would like that very much.”

Relief swelled his chest and then dropped to his cock. Injecting sternness back into his voice, he prompted, “You would like that very much, who?”

The rose tint flooding her face would never get old. He never said he didn’t have a bit of sadist in him, and he’d be willing to bet if he ran a finger along the slit of her pussy, he’d find his girl was enjoying this, too.

She couldn’t hold his gaze, but she still said the words he wanted to hear. “I would like that very much, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl.”

She beamed at his words. It was too much. He had ached to taste those pouty lips for hours. He wouldn’t take it far. Just one quick kiss to formalize their verbal contract.

He curled both hands around her jaw, framing her face. Her eyes widened. Threading his fingers through her hair, he stepped into her space and slowly lowered his mouth to take hers. The kiss was electric from the very start. He needed more than the chaste brush of lips he’d planned.

Gentle but insistent, he traced his tongue along the seam of her lips, teasing and enticing her. With a moan, she parted her lips for him, her eyes darkening to a deep teal. She moaned, filling his mouth, and he was lost.

Need blazed through him, setting him on fire. His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her. He knew he should stop, pull back so he didn’t frighten her, but he was swept up in a tidal wave of desire.

He wanted to devour her. To own her. He wantedto give her so much pleasure she wouldn’t be able to think.

A voice in the back of his mind warned him that his lizard brain was taking control, and reptiles rarely made sound decisions. This was moving too fast. It was too soon, and she wasn’t ready. Hell, neither of them was ready. Yeah, he needed to step away.

But then she nipped his bottom lip with her sharp teeth. His reason fractured and his lizard brain took control.

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