Page 14 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“So you moved here to find a Daddy Dom?”

“I moved here because it sounded like a fun place to live. Because I hoped that I might get to meet other people like me.Because I didn’t have anywhere else to go. Finding a Daddy Dom would just be icing on the cake.”

He cleared his throat. “While I know that Sanctuary Ranch has always been a safe haven for people who are part of the BDSM community, I’m not sure that everyone in this area is so accepting.”

“Oh, this town doesn’t seem to be very accepting. Don’t worry, I figured that out early.”

Stafford nodded. “Good. You need to be careful who you tell.”

Was he trying to protect her? That was kind, but she’d been taking care of herself for the past eight years.

Actually, even longer than that.

“Let me see your hands,” he commanded.

She wasn’t sure about that. She grabbed Mrs. Flopsy with her other arm and held both toys close.

“You can keep hold of your friends,” he told her soothingly as he held out his hand. “Give me your hand. I’m not going to hurt you.”

She held out her right hand, and he carefully took off the bandages.

For someone who could be so grouchy and blunt, it seemed that he could also be gentle.

“Oh, darlin’, these look sore. Did you run them under cold water?” he asked as he unwrapped her other hand.

Blakely shook her head.

Darlin’? Oh, she liked that.

“No? Why not?”

“No time. Had to get to my interview. Which ended up being a disaster.”

He hummed and stood.

Was he leaving already?

“Come with me.” He walked over to the sink and turned on the water. It spluttered before coming out in a rush.

“I don’t think there’s any point in putting them under water now,” she protested as she followed him.

He just shot her a look that told her he wasn’t backing down.

Bossy.

Chapter Five

Stafford stood behind her as she placed her hands under the cold water.

He was angry with himself for not pushing her to tell him what was wrong with her hands. And he was upset with her for lying to him.

Calm down.

She’s not yours.

Nothing about her situation sat well with him, though. The door to her apartment was flimsy at best. Even though there was another door to get into the building, it still wasn’t good enough.

And while she was moving, it didn’t sound like she had anywhere to go to.

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