Page 34 of Storm

She melted into him, her heart thudding as his words settled deep into her soul. For the first time in a long time, she was exactly where she was meant to be.

His words settled in her chest like a weighted blanket, wrapping her in a sincere, reassuring warmth she hadn’t realized she craved so deeply.

“When was the last time you had a Little?” Brook asked softly, her voice hesitant as she traced the tip of her finger over one of his muscular pecs.

Storm swallowed, his dark eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her heart skip. For a fleeting moment, something unspoken flickered in his gaze that told her she wasn’t going to like the answer. Before he got the chance to speak, her phone rang, interrupting the intimate moment.

She startled, rolling to grab her bag from the floor next to the bed. Normally, she would’ve ignored it, but she’d talked to her mom earlier in the day and found out she had the flu. Brook had made her mom promise to call if she needed anything. Without checking the screen, she swiped to answer.

“Hello?” she said, pressing the phone to her ear.

Silence greeted her on the other end of the line.

“Hello?” she repeated, her brows furrowing. Pulling the phone away, she glanced at the screen.

Unknown number.

“Hello?” she tried once more.

The call abruptly ended with a sharpbeep. She sighed, her shoulders sagging as she tossed the phone onto the end of the bed.

“Who was that?” Storm’s deep voice cut through the room, his tone sharper now as he sat up, his brows pinched with a scowl.

She shook her head, brushing off the unease settling in her gut. “I’m not sure. Probably a wrong number.”

But the truth lingered at the edges of her mind, nagging. It was the second time today she’d received a call like that.

Storm rose from the bed, pulling on his boxer briefs, then his jeans and T-shirt. Brook suddenly felt acutely aware of her nakedness, her cheeks heating as she wrapped a soft throw blanket around her. Moving to her light pink dresser, she started rifling through it for something to wear.

“What do you think you’re doing, sunshine?” Storm’s growl stopped her in her tracks, and she turned toward him, biting back a smile. His grouchy demeanor didn’t faze her anymore; she’d come to realize his bark was much worse than his bite.

“I’m putting on some clothes,” she replied, trying to sound matter-of-fact.

“No, baby.” His voice dropped, a commanding edge slipping into it. “It’s my job to pick your clothes and dress you now. You can choose what you wear to work, but when we’re at home, that’s all on me. Do you have special clothes for your Little, or should I just pick something I like?”

A rush of butterflies erupted in her stomach, her heart fluttering as she pointed toward the closet. “The left side of the closet and this dresser… that’s my Little wardrobe.”

Without hesitation, Storm began sifting through her clothes. When he pulled out a pair of high-waisted cotton panties with scalloped edges and tiny pink hearts, her cheeks burned hotter.

This is really happening.

Her ex had barely scratched the surface of what being a Daddy meant, but Storm? Storm was already showing her what care and attention truly looked like.

“In our dynamic, our relationship,” he said, calm but firm as he continued sorting through her wardrobe, “your safeword will always bered.It isn’t just for when we’re having sex—it’s for anything. Any time, inanysituation.”

Brook blinked at him, the gravity of his words sinking in.

“You wouldn’t get mad?” she asked hesitantly.

Storm froze, turning to look at her with a scowl that would’ve sent lesser men running. “Did your ex get mad if you used your safeword?” he asked, his tone sharp with disbelief.

She shrugged, lowering her gaze. “He didn’t like the idea of safewords. He said I shouldn’t need one if I trusted him…” She trailed off.

“Jesus Christ, sunshine.” His voice was a deep growl as he stalked over to her, his towering presence both protective and imposing. “Who was this fucker?”

Brook shrank slightly, the intensity of his reaction catching her off guard. But when he cupped her chin and tilted her head to meet his gaze, she saw nothing but genuine concern etched into his face.

“I don’t care if you trust me with your life,” he said deliberately. “A safeword should always be there. It’s not about trust—it’s about safety. I wouldneverbe upset if you used it. It’s there for a reason—to protect you, to keep you safe and healthy. I’m human, baby, and I’m not perfect. Things that feel fine one day might not feel like that the next, which is normal. Do you understand?”

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