Page 22 of Daddy Enforcer
My stomach twists, fear clawing at me.
What if it’s the threat he’s been hiding? The one from that file I found, with its cryptic talk of financial irregularities and “team under suspicion”?
What if someone’s out there, watching us, waiting?
I press my hands against the window, my breath coming in short gasps. I’m Billie B, I’ve faced screaming crowds and vicious tabloids, but this is different…
This feels real, like the danger Max’s been shielding me from is finally here.
My mind flashes to the file, to the grainy photo of that man I didn’t recognize, and I wonder if he’s out there now, lurking in the shadows. I want to scream, to run, but I’m frozen, my eyes locked on Max’s beam as it moves further away.
“Come on, Max, where are you?” I say, my voice trembling.
Minutes drag on, each one feeling like an hour, until finally, I see him coming back, his boots crunching through the snow. Max steps inside, shaking off the cold, his face calm but serious.
“False alarm,” Max says, setting the flashlight down. “Probably just a deer messing around. They might be cute, but they sure know how to be mischievous when they want to be. Seriously, boy, there’s nothing to worry about. Not right now, anyhow.”
I don’t realize how much I’m trembling until I rush to him, throwing my arms around his waist and clinging like a scared kid.
His warmth surrounds me, his strong arms steady as they wrap around me, and I feel small but safe, like nothing can touch me as long as he’s here.
“You sure?” I mumble into his chest, my voice muffled. “It sounded…bad.”
“I’m sure,” Max answers, his voice low and reassuring, his hand resting on my back. “I checked the perimeter, the sensors. We’re good, Billie. You’re safe with me.”
Max’s words are like a blanket, wrapping around me, and I want to stay here, pressed against him, letting his strength hold me up. It’s scary, how much I want to surrender to his care, to let him take charge completely.
I’m not used to this, to needing someone.
But right now, I don’t care.
I just want to feel safe.
I pull back slightly, looking up at him, my heart still racing. His blue eyes are steady, that protective glare softened by something warmer, something that makes my breath catch.
I think about Zane again, how he’d talk about his Daddy giving him softer spankings sometimes, not for punishment but for reassurance, to make him feel warm, safe, and so very Little.
Zane said it was like a reset, a way to let go of his fears and know he was there. I want that, I realize, with a clarity that makes my cheeks burn…
I want to feel that with Max.
“Max,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper, my hands still clutching his shirt. “Can I… can I call you Daddy? Just for a bit? Zane, my dancer friend, he said his Daddy would give him softer spankings sometimes, not to punish but to… make him feel safe. Like, really safe, and… Little. I’m scared, and I think it’d help.”
I bite my lip, my face hot with embarrassment, but I hold his gaze, needing him to understand. For all I know, Max will think it’s a ridiculous idea, or think I’m some total celebrity weirdo, even more than he probably already does.
As I wait, my heart thumps inside my chest, totally in the dark about how Max will respond.
His eyes widen for a split second, surprise flickering across his face, but then he nods, his expression softening.
“Okay, Billie,” Max says, his voice gentle but firm. “If that’s what you need, we can do that. You can call me Daddy, and I’ll make you feel safe. I promise.”
His hand tightens on my back, and I feel that electric pull again, the one that’s been building since the first time he called me a brat.
I nod, my heart pounding, ready for whatever comes next, knowing he’s got me…
“I’m going to sit you in my lap, cradle you, hitch your legs up and spank that butt,” Max says, walking me over to the cozy couch near the log fire. “You’ll look me in the eyes as the spanks come. You’ll sayThank you, Daddyafter each one.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I reply, saying the D-word out loud filling me with so much warmth and joy it’s almost overwhelming.
