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Chapter 30
Lillian
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I don’t have any idea where I’m going. I just know I need to get away from the crowd. I need to be alone. I need to catch my breath.
I turn down a hallway and keep jogging. I think there are private rooms on both sides of me. Hopefully, not all of them are occupied, and I can hide in one. But what if I open a door and find someone in it? What if someone forgot to lock their door? That would be more mortifying than I already feel.
I don’t want to interrupt someone’s scene. People reserve these rooms for a reason—privacy. And the absence of light through any particular window doesn’t come close to indicating no one is inside.
Panting, I’m not paying close enough attention, which is why I’m stunned when a pair of arms wraps around me from behind, lifting me off my feet.
A slight squeal of surprise escapes my lips before Bryson’s soft voice fills my ear. “I’ve got you, sweet girl.” He peers into one of the rooms, opens the door, and carries me inside.
I struggle against him. “Put me down, Daddy.”
“Not a chance, Baby.” He turns me in his arms as though I weigh nothing, and flattens me against him, pressing my face into his shoulder.
Tears fall down my cheeks. I can’t stop them. I’m so embarrassed. “I’m s-sorry,” I sob.
“What are you sorry for, Lils?” he asks, his voice so very calm.
“I in-interrupted your s-scene. I didn’t m-mean to.” I draw in oxygen, but it’s not enough. I’m dangling in his arms, my feet far off the floor, but I cover my face with both hands.
“You didn’t interrupt, Baby. I promise. When I was done, another Dom came and got me. I turned around in time to see you fleeing.”
I peek at Daddy between two fingers. He better not be lying. I can’t catch my breath. “You should go back,” I whisper. “Leave me.”
“Never.” He carries me across the room and lowers himself to sitting. I think we’re on a loveseat. He settles me sideways on his lap, his arms tight around me. “Shh. I’ve got you. Talk to me, Baby.”
I shake my head, squeeze my thighs together, and press my elbows against my breasts. I can’t tell Bryson what happened. I’m too embarrassed.
Daddy sets his forehead against my temple. “I need you to talk to me, Lils.”
“You should go back,” I repeat.
“Not going to happen. I’m here now. I don’t know how much of the scene you watched. Did it scare you when I used the cane, Baby girl?”
I shake my head. Probably I should tell him yes, that I was scared. The lie would be better than admitting the truth.
He rubs my back. “You’re scaring me, Baby. Do you have any idea how much you mean to me?”
I tip my head down farther and lean against his chest so he can’t see my face. My hand comes to the locket he gave me. I finger it, letting my thumb drag over the inscription over and over. It calms me every time I touch it. The words ring in my ears even when I can’t see them. Eyes on Daddy…
I’m certainly not looking at him now, and that’s naughty. But I can’t. I’m too confused and mortified to face him.
“You’re my world, Lillian. I can’t fix whatever is bothering you until you tell me. I assume you were horrified from watching me, and if that’s the case, we’ll work it out. If you don’t want me to dominate anyone ever again, I won’t. I don’t need anything as much as I need you. You’re the most important person in my life; you always will be. Forever. Nothing else matters as much as you. I came into this evening thinking we could reach a balance, that I could do my thing while you did yours, but if it freaks you out even knowing I’m scening with other people, it’s over. Done.”
I jerk my head up. “No, Daddy.”
He frowns, rightfully confused. “Lillian…”
I cover my eyes again. “Daddy, you don’t have to stop.”
His hand on my back is so reassuring.
My breathing picks up again as I realize I have to tell him what happened. It’s not like I can keep this from him forever. I may be confused and embarrassed, but he’s not going to let this go, so I can’t either.
