Page 34 of Daddy's Naughty Dog Trainer

The air between us shifts, thickening with pure lust. Sean sets his wine glass down carefully, then takes mine and does the same.

"Princess," he says, voice low and controlled, "I'm going to ask you a question, and I want an honest answer."

I nod, not trusting my voice.

"Do you want me to Daddy you right now?"

The question is so direct, so Sean, that I can't help but smile. "Yes. God, yes."

"Are you sure?"

I reach for his hand, twining our fingers together. "I'm sure."

He doesn't need to be told twice. In one smooth motion, he closes the distance between us, his hand coming up to cup my face as his lips meet mine. The kiss is gentle at first, almost tentative, as if he's giving me every opportunity to pull away. To change my mind.

But pulling away is the last thing I want. I lean into him, my hand finding his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart beneath my palm. With a small sound of approval, Sean deepensthe kiss, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips until they part for him.

What starts as gentle quickly turns hungry, his hand sliding from my face to tangle in my hair, gripping tight enough to send shivers down my spine. It’s possessive, and in this situation, the right amount of controlling. I melt against him, all the longing and frustration of the past week pouring into the kiss.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathing hard, his pupils dilated with desire, a flush high on his cheekbones.

Sean studies me for a moment, his expression turning serious. "Jessica, I want to be very clear about something."

"What's that?"

"I want you. All of you, the professional dog trainer, the pink-haired rebel, the woman who challenges me at every turn." His eyes hold mine, intense and unwavering. "But I need to know you want all of me too. Not just the Daddy Dom fantasy from your books, but the real me. The controlling, structured, sometimes emotionally stunted man you've been getting to know."

The vulnerability in his admission takes my breath away. "Sean," I say softly, reaching up to touch his face. "I do want all of you. The good parts and the frustrating parts. That's what real relationships are."

Relief flashes across his features. "Good. Because I'm trying to be better, to be more open, but I can't promise I'll ever be completely spontaneous and carefree."

"I don't want you to be," I assure him. "I just want you to make room for a little chaos now and then. My chaos, specifically."

He laughs, pulling me closer. "I think I can manage that."

Our lips meet again, the kiss deeper this time, laden with promise. His hands slide down to my waist, fingers digging in slightly as he pulls me against him.

"Princess, you are mine. Do you understand me? From this moment on. No more running when you are scared. You stay and we talk it through. Do you understand me?”

I pull back slightly, searching his face. "Are you sure?

"I'm sure," he says, voice rough with desire. "Mine."

In answer, I climb into his lap, straddling his thighs as I frame his face in my hands. "I'm sure I want to be yours, Daddy," I whisper, leaning down to kiss him again.

His hands slide to my hips, holding me firmly in place as he reclaims control of the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth with deliberate thoroughness. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark with hunger.

"Before we go to my room," he says, voice dropping to that register that makes me shiver, "there's something we need to address."

My pulse quickens. "What's that?"

"Your behavior." His grip on my hips tightens. "The silent treatment. A lot of uncomfortableness could have been avoided with a conversation."

I bite my lip, a thrill running through me at his tone.

"This is not going to work in the future," he says, one hand sliding up to tangle in my hair. "We work through our issues, not run from them. It was naughty of you to avoid my calls and texts."

"Maybe," I admit, not even trying to deny it.

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