Page 68 of Under Daddy's Spell

“I’ve always liked to call the shots, at work and at play. It comes naturally, I guess. When I’m with a woman I care about, I want to take care of her in every way. I’ve done that with you from the beginning, whether making sure you were safe when leaving work after dark or more intimate things, like bathing you as I did in the shower tonight or taking you to task for that sneaky trick with the air-conditioning vent.”

“I’m never going to live that down,” she groaned as she buried her face in his chest.

“Likely not, since that was an outrageous stunt, but I’ll try not to bring it up again as long as it’s not repeated.”

“And because you spanked me for it already.”

“That, too,” he said, giving her a squeeze.

“Would you want me to dress or act younger? I’ve read how that is appealing to some daddies and little girls.”

His hand sank into her hair, and he tugged gently so that when he angled his chin to his chest, he could see her face. “Is that something you want?”

“I don’t think so. Not right now. But I like all the other things, especially the taking care of me part. I’ve been alone since my father moved north seven years ago, but he checked out well before that when my mother got sick.”

“It’s only you and Rufus? You don’t have any other family here?”

“No. They were both only children, like me. There are no aunts and uncles or cousins, and all of my grandparents have passed. What about you?”

“I’m lucky to have my parents and both sets of grandparents living. I also have a slew of nieces and nephews because my sisters have all been fruitful and multiplied.”

“How many sisters?”

“I’m the only boy and youngest of five.”

You have four older sisters?” She laughed picturing him with four lady bosses. “Were they terrible? Did they make you play tea party and dress you up?”

“Yes, but I survived with a greater appreciation of the pain a woman endures in high heels.”

She giggled at the image of little Jordan scuffing about in his sisters’ shoes. “No wonder you like being in charge.”

“Just like you want someone to depend on who hasn’t checked out.”

“My psychology professor in college taught we’re molded by the traumas of our childhood.”

He shrugged his broad shoulders. “Mine wasn’t so bad.”

“Mine, either. My mother made it wonderful, and she turned this house into a home. After she passed, it was difficult being here with all the memories. Now they’re a comfort. Dad never got over it, which is why he bugged out to Boston.”

“Leaving you here all alone.” He grunted. “I don’t know him, baby, and this might be out of line, but he took the coward’s way out. You don’t stop being a dad because your child becomes an adult. Fatherhood is a lifetime appointment.”

She said nothing, having thought the same thing for years. But she didn’t want to get started on her dad and bring down the evening. Instead, she changed gears. “Speaking of family, there is the problem of one particular in-law.”

“My family will adore you,” he said with full confidence.

“I hope so, but I meant mine. You’ve got to make friends with Rufus.”

“Is he going to blame me for having to stay outside all evening?”

“No. He loves the screened porch. Especially since my yard is fenced, and he can come and go as he pleases through the flap in the door. He might feel a little neglected though. It’s getting late.”

“I’ll go down and let him in,” he stated, as he slipped out of bed in all his glorious, muscular male beauty.

“Only if you’re comfortable doing it,” she replied, fascinated by the play of muscles in his back as he stretched.

“I love dogs, and they usually love me. Where are his treats?”

When he turned, her gaze tracked from his chiseled chest over the ridges of his abdomen, down to his cock, which, seeing it for the first time, was impressive despite its relaxed state. But it jumped and lengthened before her eyes.

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