Page 51 of Accepting Love

“It must have been exhausting spending every night in this room alone with no one to bathe you and change you and tuck you in.”

I purse my lips, trying not to cry.

“Maybe you worked hard to lean more of yourself toward an adult vanilla world, but you struggle when you try to do that.”

I nod.

“I know you’re scared. You’re worried about the implications of turning yourself over fully to a Daddy’s care, but I’ve got you. In all things. Always.” He holds out his hands. “Come here, angel. Stop fighting yourself. Submit to me. Let yourself be Little for the next week. No worries. No obligations. No one to judge you. Just Hannah and her Daddy.”

I go to him and launch myself into his arms, holding him so tightly. I never want to let him go. I never want him to let me go. What if he does?

His hands are all over me, running up and down my back, into my hair, over my butt and the backs of my thighs. A second later, his lips find mine, and he’s kissing me like we’ve never kissed before and won’t get another opportunity again.

I grab his shoulders and jump up to wrap my legs around his waist where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. His hands roam under my sweater next and push it up and over my head. The action breaks our kiss for less than a second, and then our mouths are fused again.

I moan as his palms wander over my bare skin. When he can’t get enough, he unfastens my bra and drags the straps down my arms, forcing me to let go of his neck for a moment.

And then his hands are on my breasts, palming them, molding them, weighing them.

I’m burning with need. I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life. Even though I’ve had orgasms fairly regularly in the last few years—at my own hand—I’ve never felt this heavy need. This desperation.

Daddy palms my butt next and stands, turning us around and depositing me on my back on the bed. I’m panting as he releases my lips to hover over me. His mouth trails down to my breasts though, not wasting any time.

While he tackles the button on my slacks, he sucks one of my nipples in between his lips.

I arch and groan, fisting the mess of covers at my sides.

He drags my pants and panties off me, knocking my flats off in the process. And then I’m naked, and he’s fully clothed. I whimper, bringing my knees together.

He stops me with both hands on my thighs. “Open for me, angel. Let me look at you while I undress.”

Thank God he’s going to undress. I might have lost my mind if he’d decided against it.

I let my legs fall open wantonly, feeling exposed and nervous. The air in the room hits my heated skin.

Daddy pulls off his tie first. He takes his time. He’s teasing me. His gaze wanders all over my body while he slowly unbuttons his dress shirt. When he finally removes it, I hold my breath, my gaze lowering to the erection behind his dress pants.

He eases the belt through the holes first and finally unfastens the front of his pants and lowers the zipper. Behind the fly is more material, black underwear.

“Take them off,” I order in a voice I don’t recognize. Who am I?

He chuckles. “My pants?” he teases, lowering them to the floor.

I groan as he removes his socks. He must have kicked his shoes off while I wasn’t looking.

“The rest, Daddy,” I demand. “Please stop teasing me.”

He eases the tight black underwear over his erection before shrugging out of them. His shaft bobs free, making my breath hitch.

I’m not so young that I should be shocked. Plus, I’ve felt that erection against me many times in the past few days and a few times in the past two years.

Somehow it’s bigger than I expected. Thicker. Harder. More… Just more.

Daddy wraps his palm around the length and drags it from base to tip and off as he closes the distance between us. “Scoot to the middle of the bed, angel.” His voice is deep and sexy. Demanding. Just the way I like it.

I shove myself backward awkwardly, scrambling, not taking my eyes off his erection.

He climbs onto the bed and between my legs.

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