Page 127 of Daddy, Sir

Naomi feels like home. She feels like everything that’s been missing in my life just leaped into my arms and didn’t want to let go. She smells like vanilla. It’s a scent I’ve associated with her for several years. I assume it’s her shampoo, conditioner, and body soap. I even went so far as to put all vanilla products in her bathroom, including lotion.

Her hair was so soft when I buried my hand in it, and fuck me, when I lowered my palm to her bottom to make sure her dress didn’t ride up, she didn’t flinch. If anything, she leaned in closer.

Am I possibly reading too much into her reactions? I don’t think so.

It was brazen and risky of me to Daddy her so hard after I grabbed her bags, but I couldn’t help myself. She’s so pure and sweet. There’s something decidedly more feminine about her than I’ve seen in the past. I think it’s the dress and the pink boots.

Gone is the young child who played in the dirt and jumped into the lake the first summer we went camping. This Naomi is far more girly. And based on how she responded to my overbearing demand that she answer me verbally, I’d say she’s not bothered by showing me her Little.

My fingers flex on the steering wheel as I make my way through the city streets. “I fixed up the guest room for you,” I inform her.

“You didn’t have to do that. I’m not picky.”

I glance at her and smile. She’s like sunshine and life. “I’m glad I did. I want you to have a space to retreat to that makes you feel like yourself. If you don’t like it, we’ll change it.”

“I’m sure I’ll love it.”

“Did you have any trouble finalizing things with your father’s estate?”

“No. He had his will and trust in order. I’m so grateful. It made things easier,” she whispers, looking down.

“I hate that I wasn’t there to help you,” I tell her, being honest.

She rubs her hands together and looks at her lap. “I needed to take care of things on my own. I needed to… close that chapter. I didn’t want…” Her voice trails off.

I reach over and take her hand. “You didn’t want what, babygirl?”

She grips my hand tight as if it’s a lifeline and she might slip away if she lets go. “Can we talk about something else? I’m not ready to discuss the last few weeks yet.”

“Of course. Tell me what your favorite foods are. I did some shopping, but I had to guess. I assume you don’t live off chicken nuggets and mac and cheese like you did when you were five,” I joke.

When I glance at her, she’s biting her lip, and I nearly choke on how fucking adorable she is. It’s going to be damn near impossible to take things slowly with her. Even if we end up having chemistry and she decides to give an old guy like myself a chance to be her Daddy, I still don’t want to rush her.

She releases her lip and clears her throat as though her food preferences are a national secret and she’s afraid to tell me. “I tried eating like a rabbit for a while in college. It was all the rage. Half the kids were vegan or at least vegetarian. They ate shit like tofu and beans all the time.”

I squeeze her hand. “Don’t cuss, babygirl. It doesn’t suit you.”

Her breath hitches, and she’s biting that lip again when I glance over. I’m almost glad we keep hitting red lights. It allows me to look at her often. “Yes, Sir,” she finally mutters.

I lift her hand to my lips and kiss her knuckles. “Good girl. Now, back to your food preferences; are you out of the vegan phase?”

“Definitely. I’d rather have chicken nuggets and mac and cheese with all the real dairy cheddar any day of the week.”

I chuckle. “Noted. You’ve lost weight. I suspect you haven’t been eating well. That’s going to change. I’m going to cook for you.”

She stares at me. “It was a rough month. And I don’t only eat kid foods. I eat things that are healthy still, too.”

That’s good to know, although visions of making her sit at the table and finish her vegetables flitter through my head, making my cock hard.

This is happening too fast. I didn’t know what to expect, but not this. I’m not sure if I’m the luckiest bastard on Earth or if I’m misreading her so badly that I’m eventually going to make a fool of myself.

I finally pull into the garage beneath my building and circle down a few levels until I get to my assigned space. I have two spots. I assume if Naomi stays for any length of time—or forever—I’ll end up getting her a car, but that’s way down the road, and the thought of her driving in city traffic makes me panic.

After parking, I turn to her. “Wait for me to help you out, babygirl.”

“Yes, Sir,” she answers softly, staring at me. Is she as shocked by our instant dynamic as I am?

I never specifically thought about calling her babygirl. I didn’t have an endearment in mind until it felt exactly right as it slipped out of my mouth. Now, I can’t take it back. It’s out there in the universe.

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