Page 11 of Gideon

“Because, sweetheart,” I said, “In case you haven’t realized it, I’m a Daddy. I’ve been searching for a special Little girl who needs a Daddy. I prefer to be in that sort of relationshipfull-time, but we can talk about that as we get to know what our needs are.”

“But—” She waved her hand around the room. “You could have anyone. I understand you’re a Daddy, but that doesn’t explain why you wantme. I…I’m a nobody,” she whispered, and it completely broke my heart.

I took her cheeks gently in mine and saw the sheen of tears she was trying to blink away. I bent to press feather-like kisses on each closed eyelid. She clung to me, and my heart swelled that despite her misgivings, her body instinctively recognized mine as a place of safety.

And of course, that wasn’t the only thing that was swelling. I wanted my baby girl with everything in me, and I clutched her tightly, trying to get my raging need under control.

I moved reflexively and she leaned back a little. “Daddy?”

“You’re very hard to resist, but don’t wor—” Her finger pressed against my lips.

“I’m not stupid. I know…”

I took her thoughts up. “You know how irresistible you are, huh? You know how delicious you are?”

Wary eyes met mine and I knew we were at some dividing line. “Baby, never, ever believe a man that says they’ve reached the point of no return, or worse, that it was your irresistible body that made him unable to hear yourno.”

“Myno?” Abby whispered and moved slightly. I was barely able to restrain the groan as her delicious pussy grazed my cock.

“Yourno. You have the right. Never, ever confuse gratitude with desire. I’m not, nor will I ever be interested in a quick fuck, irresistible as you are. I want you very much, but I want that long term.” I saw disbelief written all overher face and I understood. Of course I did. She couldn’t know that when I recognized perfect after wanting it for so long I wasn’t about to let it get away, and pounced almost instantly.

Society in general was convinced that men took time to fall for their one. And I got that, and generally agreed. If we’d met under differentcircumstances a few days ago we might never have even gotten to so much as a date, but she ticked every physical and mental box I already had. It was like I already knew her before she fell into my arms.

“What if I don’t want to say no?”

I froze. Swallowing, I searched her face, terrified to hope she might be saying what I wanted. “What are you saying, my princess?”

She giggled and moved a little more. “Princess?”

I nodded. “Tell me what you want.”

Abigail

Dare I? Swallowing down my dry throat was impossible. “I’m always a good girl.” I always tried so hard.

Daddy gazed at me. “Is that because maybe you never felt safe enough to be naughty?” The breath caught in my lungs. I was going to suffocate. Die, maybe. “Breathe,” Daddy commanded and splayed his palm across my throat, and somehow that wasn’t restricting, it was almost freeing, and I gulped in air.

“Do you know what a safe word is?”

I nodded. Everyone knew like that film. “Red.”

“Hmm, okay for now,” he said. “Back to my question. How about if I explain what happens if you’re naughty?”

I couldn’t reply. Making words and saying them was simply too much effort.

“If you’re naughty you will get punished. I can be quite creative. My hand will be connected to your delicious ass, and not in a good way.” I stared at him. His deep brown eyes were to die for. Closely-cropped hair, trim beard and tatted. His body was a road map for his life, and I realized we both had that. If someone used one word to describe Daddy, I think it would be dangerous. If they used one word for me, it would be careful. But they were both spelled out on our hearts.

I turned, reaching for his neck, and pressing my lips to his. He bent down like I knew he would and, groaning, immediately took over and replaced my fumbling, desperate kiss with a slower, commanding one. No less demanding, but bone-meltingly perfect. Before I could process anything, I was back in his bedroom and naked.

Naked?

How had that happened?

And Daddy was still dressed. I groaned because that was so hot.

“Princess? Do I have your consent?”

“To be a princess?” I whispered, groaning because his lips were on my neck. He chuckled.

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