Page 57 of Daddy's Muse
Sitting on his lap as he fed me sent a thrill through me I didn’t quite understand.
Later, when he helped me into fresh pajamas and led me back to my little nest on the sofa, he lingered, sitting beside me, brushing my hair back, murmuring little reassurances that made my head spin.
“You’re mine tonight, little one,” he whispered, voice soft but possessive.
I nestled against him—tired, soothed, and utterly dependent.
“Thinking about something, baby?”
I tried to shake my head, but my voice caught in my throat. “N-no… just… sleepy, I guess.”
He chuckled, low and throaty, dragging his hand up and down the side of my body. I felt a strange heat spread through my chest and down between my legs.
“Here,” he said, shifting to slip a blanket over my shoulders. His hands lingered for a moment longer than needed, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. “Are you comfy?”
I swallowed hard, murmuring an affirmative, feeling my pulse spike as he adjusted the blanket, his hand brushing against my collarbone.
My thoughts scrambled.
Safe… warm… cozy… and yet something in me twisted, a desire I didn’t have words for, a burning need that made me squirm.
“Do you know how much I desire you?” he murmured softly, his voice so low it felt like it was vibrating against my skin.
I whimpered, “Pappa…”
His eyes darkened. “Soon, baby boy.”
I blinked at him, my throat suddenly tight. “Soon for what?”
He rested a hand gently on the side of my face, thumb brushing my cheek. I froze, heart hammering.
I swallowed, heat pooling low in my stomach, and felt a pull I couldn’t name. I wanted to pull away… and at the same time, I wanted him closer, wanted to feel more of his touch.
So much more.
He said, voice dipping lower, almost teasing, “Maybe Pappa can show you some more ways to stay cozy tonight. But first, I want to spoil you. Stay right here. I’m just going to grab the laptop.”
Pappa returned shortly, computer in hand, as he settled back down next to me.
“A little online shopping never hurts.”
The glow of the screen lit up his eyes as we scrolled through one online store after another—pacifiers, onesies, bottles, and toys galore. Every time I pointed out something or my gaze lingered just a little too long, he added it to the cart.
“You really think I’d let you get by without this bunny blanket?” he murmured, voice low and intimate, making me shiver. “You need it, baby. It matches your new friend.”
I nodded, glancing over at Pilsby, who was deep in conversation with Steve. Apparently, small woodland mammals had a lot to talk about.
Pappa leaned over my shoulder, lips brushing against my ear. “You deserve the best.” His hand slid down to my arm, fingers ghosting along the inside of my wrist.
My chest tightened. I glanced up, blinking, caught somewhere between panic and longing. “P-Pappa…” I whispered.
He chuckled softly, nuzzling the side of my neck. “Yes, baby? Did you want something else?”
Before I could answer, a small notification pinged on the laptop—an email to my student account.
My stomach twisted at the reminder that I’d blown off my real-life responsibilities all day.
Pappa’s gaze flicked toward it immediately. I opened my mouth to say I needed to read it, but his hand covered mine, warm and firm. “Not yet, little one,” he said, his voice smooth and persuasive. “We’re not dealing with stress right now. Pappa’s got you. You don’t need to read anything until you’re ready. And you’re not ready.”
