Page 200 of Daddy's Naughty List

Slowly, Melissa followed his directions and joined him at the kitchen table. As she watched, he found two large yellow pads of paper and an assortment of pens and markers. Her first thought was to choose a pretty marker so she could color. That hadn’t been one of the activities her Daddy had allowed her to do because she’d have to move her right arm a lot.

Her Daddy.

Melissa’s eyes filled with tears. She didn’t want to mess this up. Why was she so stubborn? One tear slid down her cheek and she dropped her head down toward the paper in front of her to hide her face.

“Melissa, are you crying?” Rocky asked, scooting his chair closer to hers. “Did you hurt your arm?”

Shaking her head, Melissa dashed away her tears with her left palm. “I hurt you. I’m sorry.”

“Sweetheart.”

Rocky picked her up carefully to hold her in his lap. Wrapping his arms around her, he slowly rocked Melissa back and forth. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, he patted her tears away. “You didn’t hurt me, Lissy. As long as you’re not walking away, we have a chance.”

She shook her head rapidly. Walking away would be like leaving her heart. “I can’t.”

“You can’t walk away? Are you worried about where you’ll live? I can give you money for the required amount at the apartment complex you want to live in. The decision is not whether you want to be my Little girl or go back to those creatures in your old apartment.”

“No. I can’t leave you. I want to be here with you. Not because my apartment sucked, but because I love you,” she blurted, then slapped her hand over her mouth.

Pulling her hand away, Rocky tilted her chin up and kissed her with so much emotion, she felt her heart skip a beat. Melissa clung to his T-shirt, holding on for dear life. When he lifted his head, they were both breathing hard.

“Wow!”

“Wow, indeed. I want you to be very honest with me, little girl. What are you wanting your Daddy to be or do?”

She pursed her lips as she looked at him. Gathering her bravery, Melissa answered, “I want my Daddy to be only interested in me. I won’t do well if there are any others involved.”

“Like if we had a Mommy join us?”

“Yes. But mainly, I can’t share you with anyone else. I don’t want to be a Little on the side.”

“I agree to our relationship being monogamous. I wouldn’t want it any other way. What else?”

“I need a stern Daddy, but not one that like orders me around. I want to do what I want to do sometimes,” she told him.

“So, you want a part-time Daddy? One that’s a Daddy when it’s convenient and then he’s not involved when you want to do something other than what he wants?”

“That doesn’t sound right. I want a full-time Daddy. It’s just—having an opportunity to choose what I want and when is important.”

“Isn’t that the definition of a part-time Daddy?” he asked, holding her gaze with his.

Melissa opened her mouth as she looked at him. After a few seconds of trying desperately to come up with a response that countered his statement, her jaw snapped closed.

“Who makes the decisions? Daddy or Lissy?”

“Daddy, but…”

“Do you think if you talked to me and told me how you feel that I’d listen and consider everything you told me?” Rocky asked.

“Of course you would,” she rushed to agree.

“Did you talk to me about what you wanted to do?”

“I told you I wanted to go to work tomorrow.”

Rocky nodded. “And how did I answer?”

“That you needed to see how my arm looked under the bandage.”

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