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"Approaches me, how?" she asked, confused by his words. People approached her all the time for things, but they didn't exactly make her uncomfortable, or at least she didn't think so—
"Sexually. If another Daddy or a member of the kink community solicits you, tell me. I won't tolerate it. You're my sub." His hand returned to her thigh. "And I do not share. Am I clear, little one?"
She nodded. "Yes, Sir."
His fingers rubbed her skin appreciatively and he smiled at her, squeezing her thigh before he removed his hand. Lily nearly groaned and followed him, but she stayed put knowing that it wouldn't do to test her new caregiver when he had just laid down rules.
"I like the way that sounds coming from your pretty mouth," he told her. Sam reached up and stroked the side of her face gently and surprised her when he kissed her forehead lightly. "Eat your breakfast. I'm going to go get ready for the day. When I return, I want this plate cleaned, orange juice drunk, and everything put in the dishwasher. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," she said again, but this time, there was less heat in her voice. Instead, she was smiling. It was good to be taken care of. She'd missed it. Sam moved away from her and left the room. The warmth from his touch lingered on her skin like a promise that had her speeding through her breakfast and clean up. The sooner she was done with it, the sooner she could be near Sam. She had just finished putting her dishes into the dishwasher when he re-entered the room.
"Good girl," he praised her, and Lily smiled at him. If being taken care of was something she had missed, she had forgotten how much she craved praise for even the smallest tasks.
"Thank you."
"Do you have anything to do today?" he asked after giving her work another appreciative look.
"Just a shift this afternoon, but nothing other than that."
"Perfect. I can take you into town for your shift. Would that be okay?"
She nodded and played with the hem of the long shirt she wore. "That would be great, but I do have a list of things I want to do, or look at getting done. If you wanted to help me with that too?"
He hitched a hip against the counter and nodded at her. "Of course, I want to help you, Lily Bell. What kind of list is it?"
She cleared her throat. "It's list of my goals."
"It would be my pleasure. Do you have the list with you?" he asked.
Lily pointed a finger at the stairs. "It's upstairs."
"Go get your list, Lily. I'll make some more coffee, and we can work on it together."
"Thank you!" She threw her arms around him, hugging him, and then froze where she was. "Is this okay?" she asked, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"This is more than okay, sweet girl." Sam wrapped his arms around her and hugged her back. "I like hugging you, but I think I'd like this more." He let her go and tipped her chin back so that she was looking up at him.
"What more?" Lily asked. She wished that he was still hugging her, but this did give her the advantage of being able to look up at him.
"This," he murmured, dropping his head and kissing her. It was just a gentle brush of his lips, or at least it was at first, until Lily moaned and opened her mouth to him.
"Fuck," he muttered, pulling back to suck in a ragged breath. "So sweet," he whispered, lips grazing hers before he slanted his mouth to hers and kissed her again. This time, the kiss wasn't gentle but hungry. His hands moved to thread through her hair, his fingers tugging at the strands as they kissed. She eagerly moved against him, her arms leaving his waist to wrap around his neck as she pushed herself closer to him. She arched her back and had only just raised herself up on her tiptoes when Sam's hands left her hair and hooked under her thighs, yanking her up against him. Lily wrapped her legs around his waist and gave herself over to the pleasure of Sam's kiss, the feel of his body against hers, his mouth hot on hers, while his hands tightened on her ass. Lily had just begun to grind herself against him when Sam pulled away with a muffled groan.
"Slow down, little girl," he growled.
"Why?" she pouted.
"Because we have a list to go over, and that was supposed to just be a kiss, not this." His hands tightened on her ass, and Lily hid a smile.
"But you liked it."
"Go get your list, Lily."
"But—"
He set her down on her feet. "List, little girl. Now."
She crossed her arms and hated the ache between her legs. "But, Sir—"
