Page 121 of Say My Name

“Meaning for what? Life?”

“I guess you could say that. I felt like I always needed something different. The constant partying grew old quickly. And there was a time I left the place for Adele to run.”

“You wouldn’t even show up for work?” Her eyes grow bigger behind her mask.

“Sometimes. I was afraid something was wrong with me.”

“Like what?”

I lean closer. “What kind of man doesn’t enjoy sex?”

She giggles.

“Exactly. I wasn’t enjoying it. I didn’t want it. Until I met you.”

She takes another bite. “Really?”

“Yeah, I don’t know how to explain this without making you run away.”

She studies me for a moment. “Just say it. I promise I won’t run.”

The words come out easier than expected. “I guess I was just waiting for you.”

And she doesn't run. And thank fuck. Because I realize as she slips her small hand in mine, I'd chase her to the ends of the earth to make her mine. The words come out easier than expected. "I guess I was just waiting for you."

“Are you sure you’re ready for something like this?” I ask Chloe before I open the door to the room I’ve booked just for us.

Pure excitement flashes in her eyes. “Yes, please.”

I open the door, and she moves inside, taking in the blue wallpaper with afleur de lisemblem running throughout the design. The room is a bit lighter than some of the others, and as she moves across the room, I smile. She passes the large bed in the center of the room with a matching comforter and gold accent throw pillows. There’s a large armoire off to the right, and Swan walks over to it.

She holds up a dress that looks like it’s from something right out of the Renaissance.

“What is this room?”

“It’s a role-playing room. Those are costumes. There are scenario cards on the dresser if a couple can’t think of anything.” I move closer to her.

“So, you want me to dress up?” She giggles softly, and it’s the cutest sound. It’s filled with insecurity.

“Sure, if you think you’d be into it. If not, we can go to another room or stay in here and do our own thing.”

She grabs a slutty policewoman uniform and holds it up. “What if I’m a cop?”

“Good thing my sister is a lawyer.”

She hangs it back up, which causes a sigh of relief from me. “Are you happy I put that one away?” she asks when she notices my reaction.

“I’ve never really been into cops.” Most cops are as evil as the men they arrest, and the thought of fucking one doesn’t turn me on. I’d never.

“Oh, ok,” she says, hurrying to see what else is hanging in the armoire. “How about this?” She pulls a school-girl outfit out of the back. “Would you like to be my daddy?”

I rub my finger over my jaw. “If you want me to be.”

She rushes into the changing room, and I sit on the bed, waiting for her to come out in her little get up.

When she emerges, I let out a low whistle at how gorgeous she looks. Her ass is nearly hanging out of the bottom of her pink plaid skirt, and I swear the buttons on her tight white blouse could pop off at any moment. She pulled her hair up in pigtails and tied them with pink bows, and to finish the look—white knee-high stockings running up each leg.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” I tell her. “Come sit on Daddy’s lap and tell me if you’ve been a good girl today.”

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