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As she snuggles deeper against me, I brush a lock of hair from her forehead. In my head, I start planning our future. I never want her to go back to that apartment. We should go in, retrieve her things, and break the lease. Period.

Lacy belongs in my home. I never want to spend a single night without her by my side. I’m not sure I could even sleep. I would have moved to the loveseat last night if she’d insisted, but it would have nearly broken me. I almost couldn’t breathe until she finally rolled in my direction and wrapped her body around mine.

I suspect we will have to go to Indiana and deal with the Rutherfords. It’s the last thing I want Lacy to do, but it’s the best way to put an end to this situation. Those two are liable to continue terrorizing Lacy until she gives in.

She won’t be meeting those assholes alone. That’s for damn sure. I will never let her out of my sight. Out of arm’s reach is too far.

I want everything. I want a happily ever after for us. I want to be able to drop her off at work and pick her up in the evening without worrying that something might happen to her in the meantime. Right now, I can’t do that. Not with arsonists and at least one PI following her everywhere she goes.

“Daddy?” Her sweet voice floats up to me, and I meet her gaze, smiling.

“What, Little lamb?”

“I’m sorry I was naughty.” Her voice is so small.

“You weren’t naughty, Little lamb. No reason to be sorry. You’re dealing with more than most people face in a lifetime. It’s overwhelming and stressful. I know you’re not used to having anyone help you, but I’m here now. I want to help. I want to be your soft place. It will break my heart if you don’t let me.”

Her eyes are wide. “Okay, Daddy.”

I lean down and kiss her lips. There is hope. It’s blooming.

Chapter 18

Lacy

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On the third day in the hotel room, I’m stir-crazy. Daddy won’t let me leave the room at all, not even to go to the ice machine. He doesn’t leave me, either. He gets one of the other men from Black Blade Protection to get ice and bring it to us. He has them pick up food for us, too. I’m pretty sure there’s always at least one man guarding us outside of this room at all times.

“How long are we going to stay here?” I whine. I’ve been Little for most of the past two days. I’m so deep in the space that my voice is babyish, and I tend to whimper often.

Daddy snags me from behind, wrapping his arms around me and hauling me away from the window. He doesn’t like me standing near the window. He kisses my neck. “Not much longer.”

I haven’t been to work or out of this room since I met with my bosses on Saturday. I’m still reeling from finding out they are both members of Surrender. The fact that they’re a couple isn’t as shocking. My curiosity about where their kink lies is piqued.

“Daddy,” I complain. “That’s not specific at all. Days? Weeks?”

“Not weeks, Little lamb. I promise. How about if we do a puzzle?”

Eve and Colt went to Daddy’s house and packed up clothes and toys for me. One of Daddy’s coworkers brought it all to the hotel a few days ago. I shouldn’t be bored, but I’m restless.

I groan. “Another puzzle?”

“We could color,” he suggests.

“My pencils are dull, and I don’t have a sharpener.” I have a list of complaints. I’m being petty.

“Want me to read you a story?”

“You’ve read all the books we have,” I argue.

He slides one hand up to my breast and the other down to my pussy, cupping both. “We could have sex,” he whispers in my ear.

Now this I can’t whine about. I’m always on board for sex. I slowly smile but give him a fake groan. “Fine. If you can’t think of anything else. I guess we can do that.”

He bends slightly, spins me around, picks me up off the floor, and tosses me over his shoulder. His palm makes contact with my bottom immediately.

I squeal with laughter and fake protest. “Daddy!”

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