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“Yes," I answered seriously. “And in this house, we obey commands.”

The look of pure shock on his face was priceless. He blinked furiously, his mouth dropped open, then finally, he threw his head back and laughed. A hard loud belly laugh. “So we do, babygirl. So we do.”

And then, he scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom, shutting off the oven on the way.

Zeke

When I had Lola in my room, the room I’d never shared with her, never let her sleep in, never let her in at all, really, I felt the enormity of the moment like a vise gripping my chest. She was ready to jump my bones like it was any old sexual encounter, but as her Daddy and as the man who hoped to be her husband, I owed it to both of us to slow down and savor every moment. Not to just fuck, but to make love.

She was full steam ahead, and in that moment I saw a glimpse of the old Lola. I didn’t mind, and I was sure her sexualenthusiasm would be something I greatly appreciated in the future. But not tonight.

Drawing a deep breath, I held her at arm’s length with my hands on her shoulders. “babygirl. Slow down. Take a breath. This is a big deal. Let’s take our time and enjoy every moment, every first, okay?”

She swallowed hard, and for a moment what looked like hurt flashed in her eyes, but she quickly recovered, because deep down she had to know I was right. This was special. We needed to treat it as such.

“Can I undress you, baby?”

Slowly, her eyes never leaving mine as the attraction sizzled between us, she nodded.

I moved deliberately, like I was unwrapping a gift, because I was. I held my breath as I worked the buttons on her work blouse, revealing the lace of her bra and her milky skin inch by inch. The swell of her cleavage, the smoothness of her belly, the dip of her belly button, I savored it all, and when it was all revealed, I slid the fabric off her shoulders, and savored that reveal, too. But not too much. There was a hint of impatience I couldn’t tamp down as the silky blouse hit the floor beside us.

“You next,” she whispered. “Shirt off, Daddy.”

“Oh yeah?” I chuckled. “You getting impatient to see all of this?” I wiggled my eyebrows teasingly, but untucked my shirt and slowly lifted it over my head.

As soon as it was off, she stepped closer, running her fingers through the patch of hair on my chest, then across the muscles of my abdomen. “Damn,” she whispered. “This was definitely worth waiting for.”

“You ain't seen nothing yet, baby.” I was going to make sure the whole night was worth waiting for.

Her eyes danced and her gaze locked on mine. Her hands found the waistband of my pants, and I stepped out of reach,clicking my tongue as I tsked her. “Not yet, baby. Daddy’s turn.” I wrapped my hands around her waist, feeling the soft skin. It wasn’t like I hadn’t felt it before. I had many times while placing her over my lap for a spanking, but this was different, and we both knew it.

I undid the button of her jeans and slowly worked the zipper down, then shimmied the fabric over her hips, down her thighs and legs, kneeling to help her step out of them. When I stood again, the most stunning sight was in front of me. My babygirl in nothing but a lace bra and panty set, waiting and ready for me.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I gasped. My throat actually ached with all the emotion I was feeling. Pushing her golden locks out of the way, I leaned forward to kiss the hollow of her neck.

The whimper she gave almost had me coming undone right then and there. I was reaching behind her for the hook on her bra when she squirmed out of my reach and pouted.

“My turn Daddy. Or your turn, I mean. I don’t know. Just take your pants off.”

“So demanding,” I teased, reaching for my waistband with both hands.

Lola shook her head. “Not demanding. Commanding. And that means you have to do it.”

Chuckling, I did just that, the button, then the zipper. I let my pants fall, then kicked them off until I was standing in front of her in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. “Better, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She smiled shyly. “You’re handsome.”

“And you are beautiful. Daddy can’t wait to worship every inch of your beautiful body.”

She groaned and squirmed. “Not tonight, please, Daddy? There’s taking our time and savoring our first time, and then there’s unduly torturing ourselves, and you’re starting to veer off into the latter territory.”

I groaned as my gaze roamed over the swell of her breasts, the expanse of her silky-smooth peaches-and-cream skin. “Fair enough.”

Reaching behind her, I unhooked her bra with a flick of my wrist and watched it fall to the floor, exposing her full breasts, milky white handfuls with supple pink buds. I couldn’t wait, and had to touch her. Gathering them in my hands, I cupped the flesh, pushing it up, then flicked the pads of my thumbs over her nipples.

She moaned, and I leaned in to take her in my mouth, closing my lips over one soft pink bud and laving it with my tongue. She dipped beneath me as if the ecstasy were knocking her off her feet and she couldn’t stand anymore. I scooped her up in one fell swoop and carried her to the bed, where I laid her out in the center, head propped against the pillows, and covered her body with mine.

She looked up at me from under her long lashes and whimpered. “Please, Daddy. I just… want you. So bad.”

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