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“Choking?” My eyes widened and hers rolled. “Who choked you?” Even if it happened with consent, my stomach roiled with acid at the thought of anyone trying to block my girl’s airways.
“It was just an example. Like spanking.”
“You’ll like it when I spank you.” Again, that color on her face appeared, making my dick jerk beneath my jeans.
“You know what I mean. I’m just saying calling you daddy and letting you… do whatever you want with me might sound hot in my head, but when we try it out, I might not be into it.”
“And that’s fair.” Surprise flickered in her eyes, and I chuckled, shaking my head. “What? Did you think I was going to force you to do anything you didn’t like?”
“I mean, no but—“
“That’s what the safe words are for. Green, go. Yellow, you need a moment, we gotta talk, or red, we stop everything immediately,” I laid out again. “And if this shit’s too much, we can just be us.”
“What if I think that’s who I am with you?”
“What?” I asked.
“What if the whole daddy/baby girl thing is me… with you?” My hand on her hip tightened.
“Then I’d be the luckiest son of a bitch in the world,” I said, my voice too damn rough.
“And this is for four months?” she asked again, and again, I only grunted, not ready to tell her I had a feeling this would be forever.
“Okay,” she said on a shaky breath. “Where do we start?”
FIVE
ROXIE
He stared at me for a long moment. Almost like he was having a difficult time processing what I’d just said. And damn, for wanting to be a daddy dom in charge and in control, this little moment where his uncertainty of where to start showed, well, it was endearing as hell.
“Dave?” I called his name, and he blinked.
I watched as his eyes darkened, heating up as he stared at me. Feeling bold and ready to finally give into this weird pull we both felt, I raised my hand and cupped the side of his face. My lips quirked upward softly at the scruffy feeling of his five-o’clock shadow. It made him seem older almost. Wiser. I knew he was a year older than me because he’d been red-shirted his freshman year, but there was a depth to his eyes I had a feeling was more due to who he was and how he’d grown up than his actual age.
“Where do we start, Daddy?” I asked again, using the name he wanted me to call him. Who was I kidding? What I wanted to call him.
I lost sight of his dark gaze as his eyes shut and his face dipped lower, leaning into my touch. He breathed in deeply, dipping lower and brushing his temple against mine. His nose nuzzled mine, and I was dying for a kiss. But I didn’t initiate it, submitting to whatever he might have planned. Dave’s head righted, and when his eyes opened, I knew there was no turning back.
“You going to be a good girl or bad one?” he asked, carefully brushing a strand of hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. I swallowed hard, willing my knees not to give out from under me.
“Good.” He shot me a look that screamed we’ll see how long that lasts before nodding.
“Good girl, it is. I like that. Right now, you’re going to do daddy a favor and head into our room and get comfortable.”
“Comfortable?” I asked, wondering if that meant he wanted me to get naked.
“Comfortable. We’re going to have a movie night,” he declared, surprising the shit out of me.
“Movie— Wait, what?” I blinked. Why was I a little disappointed he didn’t ask me to be head down ass up on the bed?
“Did you think I was asking you to take everything off and wait on your knees for me or something?”
“Or something,” I whispered. Tingles of heat bounced through my body with a shiver. Dave leaned in closer, close enough to press a kiss on my forehead.
“Get comfy, then meet me back out here. Left some things in there I thought you might like.”
“Oh.” I blinked, my lips parted.
