Jumping, I turn away from the glaring sun and find Preston stomping toward me. Sweat drips from his temples and the shirt he's wearing clings to him. The fear I initially had with his stern tone takes a nosedive right into his lap.
My goodness... Is that...
"Eyes up here, baby girl."
My clit pulses in response to his words. The arousal flooding my core has me shooting my gaze up so fast my vision swims.So pretty.
Preston snorts then places a hand against my lower back and begins guiding me down the path toward a cluster of cute buildings. "I'm glad you think I'm pretty but do me a favor andneversay that around the other Daddies, okay?"
I swear my temperature doubles with his proximity and the reminder that he's a Daddy.A hot Daddy. "Too hot." I pout and step away from the touch with a little skip ahead of him.
He catches up to me with his long strides.So big. "Mhmm. I thought so. Let's go cool off and get some lunch, how does that sound?"
How does that sound? Expensive and like I can't afford whatever fancy food they have here. I don't say that though because he's staring at me. I can feel it. Okay, no, I peeked and his attention makes me squirmy.
"Where's your water bottle, little girl?"
My Little senses spark to life, recognizing the impending doom of his Daddy tone. So I shrug and shake my head. It's not a lie. Good girls never lie.
"Lulu." His tone is curt and a warning.
Twisting my lips, I decide to take the easy way out. "Dunno, sir." I really don't. My father could have thrown it away or taken it with him. I suppose I could bring a cup of water and sip it throughout the day.
Thankfully he drops the issue. His next question is one I don't need to be evasive for because I reallydon't know. "You look like you're about to fall over. How long have you been here?"
Again, because I don't really feel like speaking, I shrug.
We're closing in on the group of buildings when he throws me a curveball. "What's your last name?"
"Lee," I whisper. Maybe I should learn sign language so I don't have to speak ever again. His hand grabs my elbow gently to guide me toward a specific house but I pull it away and remind him, "Hot."
His eyebrows are furrowed when I glance at him, but he's working on unlocking the front door of the cabin. Hopefully he's upset with the lock instead of me. I didn't do anything wrongthat I can think of. He doesn't know there's a possibility I don't own a water bottle.
"Inside," he rumbles once the door is open. Normally I'd hesitate but the whoosh of cold air beckons me forward until I all but faceplant into the hardwood floors. "Sit."
Hmm, maybe itisfrustrating when someone uses only one word to get their point across. I listen anyway though because now that I'm in a dimly lit home with air conditioning and an actual chair, I collapse on the stool at the pretty island.
Humming with contentment and relief, I enjoy the way the counter feels on my sweaty palms. I'm being gross, but I'll clean it when I leave. My forehead follows and I practically melt into the chill.That doesn't make sense.
"Alright, Lulu Lee."
My neck spasms with the speed in which I lift my head. I'm in trouble. Oh gosh. What did I do?
A sandwich of epic proportions catches my eye as well as a hot-pink water bottle. The reprieve helps me take a breath, then Preston makes me feel even better.
With his palms on the counter much like mine, he towers over me even from the other side of the island. "You are to eat as much of that sandwich as you can. Water too."
I'm already lifting the yummy goodness to my mouth without second thought. I've gotten pretty good at ignoring the hunger pains and painfully dry throat over the years. Ialsoknow how to still eat with respect. Shoveling food into my mouth was a great way to get it taken away again.
"Good girl," Preston coos and just watches me. A few soft moans fall from my lips but I'm a little too delirious to care. If he's mad, then I'd rather eat first and be punished later.
A few minutes later I can't tolerate another bite. It's embarrassing after noticing Preston demolished histwosandwiches, I've barely made it halfway through one.
"Are you done, baby girl?"
Nodding, I place my hands on my belly and cringe. Maybe too full. The urge to vomit rises so I take my first sips from the pretty water bottle.Thatpulls a groan of pleasure from me.
Warmth touches my chin and I yank the bottle away. Eyes wide and mouth parted, I suck in a breath as Preston sucks the water droplet off of his thumb.
