Page 32 of Daddy’s Protecting

“I like yellow because it’s your favorite color.”

“You remembered that?”

“Of course. I’ll always try to remember things that are important to you. Here, you carry the small bag.” Dirk looped the strap over her shoulder.

“It’s almost empty,” she said and pointed to the largest one. “I can carry that one, too.”

“Daddy’s job.”

Dirk hauled the two suitcases from the trunk and followed Cynthia back into the house. When she hesitated by the guestroom, he directed, “Go to our room, sweetheart. I want you with me.”

“Okay,” she whispered and led the way.

Setting the bag on the bed, Cynthia traced the shiny surface. It was so pretty. “I love your suitcases.”

“Your suitcases, Little girl.”

“Mine?”

“You needed something to move your things around. Now, let me see if I can free up some space in a drawer or two.”

“Oh! You don’t have to do that. I’ll just make a pile in the corner or in the closet if that’s too messy,” Cynthia suggested.

“Not happening, sweetheart.”

Dirk opened a drawer and pulled out a stack of T-shirts. He carried them into his closet and reappeared and opened the next. This time, he piled athletic shorts and pants in his arms. As he disappeared again, she watched the doorway. It took a few minutes before he returned with a handful of hangers.

“You have your own space in there now. Shall we take a minute and eat before we unpack?”

Cynthia hesitated. She really wanted to see what he had brought. Seeing her things again seemed surreal. She’d thought she’d lost everything.

“Are you super hungry? I could just unpack one suitcase,” she suggested.

“Let’s get it all done. It won’t take long to stow everything in its right place.”

“Thanks,” she said gratefully.

“You’re welcome.”

He pulled her to his side for a fast squeeze before stepping away to lift the largest suitcase onto the bed. Unzipping it,Dirk spread it open to reveal her clothing neatly packed inside. Cynthia rushed forward to gather her panties to her chest in embarrassment. Quickly, she placed them inside one drawer.

“I’ve touched those, remember?” her Daddy teased.

“Shh! Don’t remind me,” she answered, teasing him right back. His laugh made her giggle.

Within a few minutes, they’d unpacked both roller suitcases. Cynthia unzipped the small matching bag. Peeking inside, she spotted her e-reader. With a cry of delight, she snatched it from the case and hugged it. She’d be able to read her favorite stories now. Carefully setting it aside, she reached in to see what else he’d placed inside.

Her hand wrapped around a thick shaft. Her gaze ricocheted to her Daddy as she recognized it immediately—her vibrator.

“Give that to me. I’ll put it in the nightstand on Daddy’s side. I’ll want to make sure you’re safe to use that.”

“Safe?” she echoed in a whisper.

“Yes, sweetheart.” Holding out his hand, Dirk waited patiently.

Slowly, she pulled the device from her bag and placed it on his palm. Cynthia knew he’d already touched it, but she was so embarrassed. It looked small on his wide palm. Without a word, Dirk turned and placed it inside his nightstand.

Cynthia busied herself searching for anything else in the case and found nothing. Removing her hand, she zipped the beautiful case. “I love these. Thank you.”

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