Page 128 of Daddy, Sir

Naomi is my babygirl. I can only hope that it means the same thing to her as it means to me.

I grab her bags from the back of the SUV before opening her door and helping her out. She lets me take her hand again, and I lead the way toward the elevators.

I’ve never held Naomi’s hand before. It wouldn’t have been appropriate. It’s probably still not appropriate, but neither is Daddying the hell out of her and moving her into my apartment. I’m being extremely presumptuous, and I hope it doesn’t backfire on me.

We get off on the tenth floor, and I guide her toward my apartment before releasing her hand to punch in the code that unlocks the door. “You’ll need to memorize the codes for thedoor and the alarm,” I say as I hold it open so she can step into the apartment before me. “But I don’t want you leaving the apartment without me for now. You don’t know the area well enough.”

I want to say that she isn’t allowed to leave the apartment without permission. That’s what I mean, but we’re not there yet. The thought of Naomi walking out of this building alone makes my chest tighten. I live in a safe area, but this is still a major city. No place is really safe enough for my babygirl.

After pulling her suitcases inside, I shut the door and reset the alarm.

Naomi wanders in deeper, heading toward the wall of windows that overlook the city. It’s a giant great room without walls separating the kitchen and living space.

“Wow, the view is amazing.”

I agree, but I’m looking at Naomi. She’s so fucking adorable in her cute dress with the ponytail swinging over her shoulders. The pink boots even make me smile.

“Would you like to see your room?” I ask.

She turns around, grinning. “Yes, Sir.”

My cock jumps. Ever since she first called me Sir, she has kept it up seamlessly. I’m pleased. I like it. I’d rather she call me Daddy, but we’ve been home one minute.

I nod toward the hallway and pull her luggage along. As we go, I point out the other rooms. “The first room on the right is my home office. I often work from here instead of going into the office.” I point across the hall. “Guest bath. It will be yours. I’ve stocked it with products I thought you’d like.” I keep moving toward the last two rooms. My apartment is spacious, but it’s always been just me, so I only have three bedrooms.

I nod to the left. “My room.” And then the right. “Your room.” I push the door all the way open and step inside, pulling hersuitcases to line them up along the wall. I lower her backpack onto the desk before meeting her gaze.

“Oh, wow. You really went all out.” She wanders around, taking everything in before returning her attention to me. “I assume my father told you about my… preferences.”

“Yes, babygirl. He told me about how you snuck out and followed us three years ago. He also told me your favorite colors and your lifestyle preferences.” We might as well lay everything out in the open. Rip off the bandage. There’s no reason to pretend. We’ve already crossed several lines anyway. “If there’s anything you don’t like, we can change it.”

The truth is we haven’t discussed how long she’s staying or what she plans to do next in her life. When she told me she was selling the farm and wanted to visit me, I suggested she come here indefinitely. As far as I’m concerned, she’s here to stay, but I don’t have that kind of power over her. Not yet. Not until she gives it to me.

She’s biting her lip and looking at me.

“Do you like the paint colors?” I ask.

“I love them. My room at home was a lot like this. I assume you know that.”

“Yes.”

She wanders to the window and looks out. “I’ve never lived in a city. I could watch the pedestrians for hours. I could make up stories about them and write countless books.”

“You could do that.” I come closer until I’m directly behind her, and I can’t resist setting my palms on her shoulders. We stand like that for a long time. I don’t want to ask her about her writing right now. I don’t want her to feel pressured. She’ll tell me about it when she’s ready.

Eventually, she leans back, putting her weight against my front.

I wrap my arms around her from behind and fold them over her chest.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers.

My heart hurts. “I’ve missed you, too, babygirl,” I murmur in response.

“Why did you stop coming?”

I kiss the top of her head and inhale deeply. I’m not sure what she’s ready to hear.

“Was it because you found out I was Little?”

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