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Her jaw fell open. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You were too young, Baby girl. Your parents barely tolerate a guy like me as a friend of their son’s. They would’ve had me arrested if I’d approached you.”

“Oh.” He had a point. She’d never thought about that before. She’d always just wondered why he seemed to follow her around the room with his gaze and why he went out of his way to beso nice to her. Finally, she gave him a coy smile. “I’m eighteen now.”

He groaned. “Don’t I know it.” His hands slid to her lower back. “I’m equally certain I’m probably an ass for bringing you here and even considering introducing you to my world.”

She had no idea what he was talking about, but she wanted to know. “What world is that?”

“I’m a dominant, Lyla. I doubt you even know what that means.”

She shot him a glare. “I’m a smart gal. I know what a dominant is. You mean you like to tie women up, blindfold them, and flog them. Stuff like that?” The idea made her nipples harder than they’d already been. Sheesh.

He swallowed hard. “Lord, you do know more than I gave you credit for. But no. I’m not that kind of dominant. I’m a Daddy Dom.”

She furrowed her brow. “What’s a Daddy Dom?”

“A man who likes to nurture and protect his Little girl. Someone who likes her to submit to his rules and guidelines to keep her safe and happy.”

She tried to process his words. She’d never read anything about Daddy Doms. Now she wished she could put a pause on this conversation, freeze the world, and check out ten books from the library about the subject, if such books even existed. But that wasn’t going to happen. Instead, she was going to have to ask questions.

She inhaled slowly. “What kinds of rules?”

“Things like not going out alone at night, not using knives without supervision, not running in the house, not cussing or talking back to Daddy. Things that keep a Little girl safe mostly.”

She squirmed on his lap. Her panties were soaked by his tone and his serious manner. “How does not cussing keep me safe?”

He grinned. “It would keep your bottom from hurting when you sit down.”

She squeezed her legs together at another mention of spanking her. She needed more information. “Are there other people like that? Other Daddy Doms?”

“More than you can imagine. The Shadowridge Guardians MC has many members who practice some form of ageplay for example.”

“Ageplay…”

“That’s what we call relationships comprised of a Daddy and a Little girl.” He patted her back. “And again, let me stress, the term Little girl or Baby girl refers to an adult woman who enters into a relationship with a Daddy Dom with full consent and knowledge.”

Lyla nodded slowly. It was a lot to absorb. She shifted back to his original pronouncement about being a Dominant. “So you don’t want to tie me up and blindfold me?”

He chuckled. “If that was something you craved, I could certainly do so. Lots of people enjoy some form of restraint when they have sex. They like feeling as though they don’t have control over their own pleasure.”

Lyla flinched when he tipped his head back and groaned. “How the hell did we get into this deep discussion? You’re so green and, fuck, probably a virgin.”

“Is that a problem?”

He dropped his forehead to hers. “No. Jesus, Lyla, no. Not a problem. It’s afact, and I’m not sure it would be fair of me to take your virginity in the middle of the night while you’re so emotional and I’ve just dropped a few dozen bombs on your lap about my sexual preferences.”

She sat up straighter. “But that’s my decision.” Time to fill him in on a few otherfacts. “I’ve lusted over you for two years. I’ve spent countless hours wondering what it would be like tohave sex with you. You’re going to leave town for your internship in a few days, and I’m going away to college this fall. I want my first time to be withyou. Please don’t make me beg.”

He stared at her for several seconds before smoothing his giant hands up her back and back down to cup her butt over the T-shirt. “Okay, Baby girl. Let’s start with the spanking and see how you feel afterward.”

He lifted her off his lap and stood her in front of him. “Turn around and kneel in front of me, Baby girl. I want to pull these pins out of your hair. That hairdo can’t possibly be comfortable anymore.”

He was right. Her head was starting to throb. The thought of him taking it all down made her nipples stiffen again. She crossed her arms to hide the reaction, even though he surely couldn’t see her tight buds through her lace bra and the loose black T-shirt.

If she kneeled in front of him and let him play with her hair, she would end up moaning so loudly she’d embarrass herself. The visualization nearly made her orgasm.

“I can do it,” she whispered as she lifted her hands to the curls. She would need a mirror and probably half an hour, to be honest.

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