Page 15 of Daddy Issues

“It turns me on. The idea of being an outlet for you, something that’s yours that you can take when you want. Let me give you this. Let me take care of you.Free use.”

“Fuck, Hailey,” I say on a rough exhale.

Goddamn, this woman. If she wasn’t under my skin before tonight, she is now. How am I supposed to have her living in my house knowing this? With my daughter right in the other room? Things have to go back to normal after tonight. We can’t do this. She’s my daughter’s nanny for Christ’s sake.

But fuck, the idea of having Hailey there for me to enjoy whenever I want?Goddamn. She already makes life so much easier, brought a light that I needed, but this would be the icing on a cake I don’t deserve, didn’t earn. But fuck if I don’t want it after tonight. Want her.

Hailey’s the forbidden fruit hanging in front of Adam, and just like the fucking dumbass himself, I’m a goner.

“There’s no world in which this is okay, Hailey. We’d have to be so careful.”

Her head perks up, eyes blown wide as if she’s genuinely surprised. She had already convinced herself that I was going to say no.

“Of course. I don’t want to ruin anything.”

“What would this situation look like to you? I want to make sure we’re on the same page.”

“For as long as I’m living with you, you get free use of my body. From the research I did, there’s usually a sign that is worn when the agreement is no longer in play. So like, a bracelet or something that would be my way of telling you you can’t cash in.”

“Like a safeword.”

“Yeah. If I’m not in the mood, or for whatever reason, I’ll . . . put a pink scrunchie around my wrist. That way you’ll know I’m not up for playing.”

“I like that. I never want to cross any lines or do anything to make you feel uncomfortable, Hails, it would wreck me.”

“I know, I know that. So we’ll use my pink scrunchie. If it’s on my wrist, it’s a no. If it’s not, I’m yours.”

“Okay, that works. And I know we talked and you said you didn’t have any limits, but that can’t be true.”

“I mean, I’m not into being hurt, but I like it rough, just not with flogging or being spanked with anything, nothing dark or dangerous.”

“I’m with you on that, so you don’t have to worry. Anything you want to try?” My body vibrates with anticipation over this agreement. It should be easy to keep this between the two of us, considering she lives in my house. No one would suspect anything.

“I mean, I like the idea of you slipping into my room while I sleep, and starting things up without waking me up fully,” she admits, nervously.

I nearly choke on my saliva.

“Fuck, Hails, are you serious?” She blanches, and I immediately regret my reaction. “No, honey, no, don’t be embarrassed. You just blew my mind. Hell yes, I’m into that. Do you know how hot that is?”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah, honey. You’re too good to me. I don’t deserve you.”

Her hands brush through my hair before she’s sitting up slightly and kissing me, her tongue delving into my mouth before breaking away. “You deserve everything.”

My eyes close for a brief moment, because shit if I don’t want to believe her.

CHAPTER5

hailey

I’m on cloud nine,floating in a dreamlike trance. Every cell in my body is lit up, desperate to hang on to the reality that the events happened at all. Last night went better than I ever could have imagined in my deepest fantasies. My little obsession is now full-blown infatuation.

Graham is everything I’ve ever wanted, and the sex? God. There aren’t adequate words to describe the type of chemistry and magnetism we have. He took me two more times after I told him I wanted to give him free use of my body and shared some of my fantasies openly. Graham was so sweet and open, never once making me feel uncomfortable, which is such a vast difference from boys my age. They just want a simple yes as consent and wing it.

My kink is pretty on-brand for who I am at my core. I enjoy taking care of him. And the idea of Graham coming to me to have his needs met? A shiver spiders over my spine at the thought, my sore center dampening my panties. To be the sole reason that man feels good and relaxes is the best, most powerful feeling in the world and one I don’t take lightly.

Last night has been on replay all day while I focus on applying to programs for my master’s degree. After an hour, the house too silent and my body tingling all over from where Graham’s hands and mouth had been, I shut my laptop and curl up on the couch. Shaking out my hands, I pull out my phone, needing to talk to someone.

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