Page 5 of Daddy's Little Sunshine

Donovan couldn’t help but laugh at the stunned look on his charge’s face when he didn’t react to her petulance. With her waterfall of blonde hair, round cheeks, and those eyes, she was fucking adorable. And it hadn’t exactly been a hardship to have her sweet, round ass bouncing under his hand. Too bad she obviously hated him. Under different circumstances, they could’ve had some fun together.

“No, I don’t want pizza. I want to go home!” She stomped her foot, which just added to the adorable little girl vibe.

“I’m afraid that’s not going to happen, sunshine. I’ve already explained why. Do I need to explain again?” To illustrate his meaning, he flexed his hand.

Her cheeks colored, turning almost the same shade of pink as her bottom. “No, no, I understand. But what about my stuff?”

“Stuff?”

The way she rolled her eyes had his palm positively itching again. “Clothes? Makeup? Tampons? I need things, um…” Her bravado slipped a bit, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Daddy,” she finished in a whisper.

He hadn’t expected to enjoy hearing his new nickname from her lips as much as he did. His cock hardened and twitched, and he shifted to relieve some of the pressure of his jeans against his erection. He also hadn’t considered that she might need things from her apartment. That presented a little bit of a problem. Taking her out was too risky, at least until he’d done a bit of recon. Fuck. He’d have to go to her apartment and grab some supplies.

“Where do you live?”

“What?” The look of shock on her face was almost comical. “I’m not telling you that!”

Donovan shrugged. “Then you can wear my clothes, though you’ll pretty much be swimming in them.”

The struggle played out, clear as day, on her pretty face. He saw the moment she gave in. Her bottom lip pushed out and her shoulders slumped. “Fine.” She rattled off an address within walking distance of his apartment.

“Keys?”

“In my…” She groaned and closed her eyes. “In my fucking purse. Which I dropped when those ugly motherfuckers grabbed me off the street. Great, I can add canceling my credit cards to my list of shit to do tonight.”

Donovan was no stranger to swearing, but hearing the coarse words in her sweet, smoky voice grated on him. “Do you always talk like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like a sailor on goddamned holiday, that’s what.”

The little brat had the nerve to smirk at him. “I do when I’m being held against my will in a stranger’s apartment.”

The fact that she had a point just irritated him further. “Well, just watch it, little girl.”

“Yes,Daddy,” she replied with no small amount of snark. “Are you going to go get me some clothes, or what?”

“Yeah.” Donovan pushed himself to his feet and strode over to his apartment door. He turned and pinned her with a glare. “You do not leave this apartment for any reason. You do not open this door, or so much as a window until I get back. Understood?”

She glared right back. “You’re being ridiculous, but whatever.”

“I mean it, little girl. If I find out you so much as looked out the peephole while I was gone, you’re going to feel Daddy’s belt across your sexy little ass. Got it?”

It was impossible to miss the widening of her eyes and the slight hitch in her breathing. Interesting. Maybe the whole Daddy thing got to her the way it got to him. If that were true, she might be worth the trouble she brought with her after all. He dropped his voice to a tone he knew commanded obedience. “Daddy asked you a question, little girl.”

“What?” She shook her head and stared at him like she’d just noticed him standing there.

“Do you understand what will happen if you disobey me?”

“Yes.”

He could just leave it at that. But fuck it, if he had to babysit the little brat, he might as well have some fun. “Yes, what?”

“Yes… Daddy?”

“Good girl. Lock the door behind me.”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond, just opened the door and walked out, pulling it shut behind him. He waited until he heard thesnickof the lock, then grinned at her loudly muttered, “Asshole.”

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