Page 111 of Daddy's Naughty List

“What thing?”

“You know. That thing where you breathe all the air in the room through your nose. You did that in Vegas all the time.”

He thought he was losing control again. He saw now he’d never really had it in the first place.

“It tends to happen a lot more when I’m around you. Stop avoiding my question.” When her lips parted, he held up his hand. “Do not ask me what question. You know perfectly well what question. Why were you sitting in the road, trouble?”

At his use of her nickname, she flinched. He caught himself before he apologized. If she didn’t want to be called trouble, she shouldn’t cause it.

After a beat, she shrugged her shoulders, which made the bells on her shirt jingle. She sucked in a breath, grinning and bopping her shoulders up and down. The jingle bells did their job surprisingly well.

If they ended up together, he’d put bells on all her clothes. That way he’d always know where she was. A growl rumbled his throat. Now she had him doing it.

“Trouble.” He knew he’d hit the perfect tone when she stepped back and put her hands behind her to cover her bottom.

Smart girl.

Matching rose flags waved across her cheeks. She huffed out a sigh worthy of a teenager. “Fine. I was talking to Guacamole.”

His mind blinked, just like the television he’d watched at his grandmother’s house as a kid used to do. He tried to decipher her code, but he was out of practice. Eleven months was a long time, and they’d only had a day and a half together.

He’d been a Daddy for a long time. His Littles were always well behaved and submissive. He knew from experience how submissive Bliss was, and his hand ached to work on the well-behaved part.

His brain rejected that notion as soon as the thought crossed his mind. He didn’t want to change her. She was fun, and joyful, and if he was honest, a challenge he could see himself never getting tired of. But that couldn’t happen now. He was a great Daddy, but he was not father material.

Focusing back on the matter at hand, he crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll bite. What do you mean you were talking to Guacamole?”

She looked at him with sympathy, as if he was the dimmest bulb in the chandelier. “Guacamole, Dad—um, I mean, Connor. My car… it’s green. Avocado-green, like guacamole. Get it?”

Her Little stared up at him, eyes eager for him to tell her how clever her joke was. He’d realized in Vegas that she pretty much lived in her Little headspace. How did that work with three babies?

Part of him was thrilled to see she hadn’t lost her innocence and joy. Most of him worried what would happen to Bliss and her children without someone around to care for all four of them.

Bliss

She still couldn’t believe she had to explain the name of her car. It was perfectly obvious. Did he think she was weird? She hoped not. Because he was the smartest person she knew, and if he thought she was weird then she was.

One of the things she’d looked forward to the most in moving back to Darling, other than finally having Winnie back in her life, was fitting in. This was a town for Littles and their Daddies and Mommies, for fudge’s sake. If she didn’t fit in here, she might as well give up.

That thought sobered her right into her Big headspace. In her Big headspace, Mary and Miranda didn’t talk to her. Her Big space was lonely. The only reason she loved it was she could take care of Sadie, Sophie, and Nori there. She stayed in Big space for them. Well, she tried. Sometimes it was hard.

“Sorry,” she said. “I appreciate you stopping to help, but I’ll figure it out. I know you have a meeting to get to and I wouldn’t want to hold you up. If you don’t mind, could you please tell Winnie what happened and that I’ll call her as soon I can?”

All her words earned her was a frown. No, not a frown, a scowl. What had she done wrong now?

Connor studied her with narrowed eyes before glancing back at her car. Glaring at her, he snarled, “Don’t move.”

He grabbed the key to her car from the ignition and proceeded to open the trunk. Thank goodness her spare tire wasn’t visible until you opened the storage compartment. She stepped toward him. “You don’t have to do that. I’ll take care of it.”

She hadn’t realized he could narrow his eyes any further, but he could. “If you move from that spot, you will be one very sorry Little girl.”

A shiver scraped across her entire body and settled between her thighs. As her pussy pulsed, her Little tried to take back over. She couldn’t let that happen. She was an adult, and as such, she could handle her own problem. Somehow.

Yet, she didn’t move from her spot.

He pulled the carpet away and spun the screw thingy to get the cover off the spare tire. Dread skittered like tiny spiders across her skin.

She glanced at his shiny black muscle car that must have cost a fortune. He probably thought everyone could drive around in a souped-up hotrod. She had other priorities, like diapers and formula and electricity bills.

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