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I opened my closet and pulled out a t-shirt. I tossed it to her. “Put that on,” I said. “Do you want sweatpants as well?” I eyed her bare legs, which were completely exposed despite the cold air. Cobra liked his girlfriends in only skimpy crop tops and booty shorts.
“Sir?” She held the t-shirt in her hands, looking confused. “I don’t understand. I’m sorry.”
I grabbed a pair of sweatpants before closing the closet door. “You’re freezing in that outfit,” I said. “Cobra said I could do whatever I wanted with you for two hours. And right now I want to warm you up.”
I wished I could tell her everything. I wished I could tell her that she was safe with me and that I wanted to get her out of this cesspool at the earliest possible moment. But I couldn’t. Just in case Cobra tortured it out of her later.
She slipped on the t-shirt and then the sweatpants right over her shorts. She shivered a little. “Thank you, sir. You’re very generous.”
I smiled softly, even as my chest tightened. I didn’t know how long she had been here, but long enough to think basic decency was generosity. “You’re welcome,” I said. “And you don’t have to call me sir when we’re alone. My name is Hudson.”
“Thank you, Hudson.” She gave me a small, hesitant smile. “My name is Eva.”
“It’s nice to officially meet you. Are you hungry?”
She bit her lip but then slowly nodded. “I-I don’t think Cobra would like it if I ate without his permission.”
Right now, I didn’t give a damn about what Cobra liked. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”
“Then I’m hungry.”
I nodded and reached under my bed. “Good thing I like snacks, then.” From under my bed, I pulled out a box full of granola bars, chips, and some bottled water. I grabbed a couple of protein bars and a water bottle and handed it to her. “Eat up.”
She practically wolfed down the food before gulping down the water. By the time she was finished, she looked a little more alert and relaxed. “Good girl,” I said. Eva smiled a little at my praise I couldn’t tell if my praise made her happy or if she was just relieved I wasn’t mad at her. “Now, I want you to get under the covers and take a little nap, okay?”
She hesitated and fear flickered across her face. “What are you going to do while I nap?”
I realized she didn’t want to be so vulnerable to me. I didn’t blame her. I sat down on the ground with my back against the door. “I’m going to sit here and not move,” I said. “I won’t touch you or even come near you. I just want you to be able to get some rest in peace.”
Her brow furrowed. “Why are you being so nice to me?” Her eyes widened suddenly. “Not that I’m ungrateful! I’m really grateful. I just don’t understand.”
“Some people get off on torture. I get off on taking care of my partners.” It was more or less the truth. I was a Daddy, after all.
“And you want to take care of me from over there?”
I shrugged in response. I didn’t want to use her at all, not like this. She was adorable and I was attracted to her, but she was terrified of me.
Eva looked down. “You’ve been really nice to me,” she said. “I know I have no right to ask for more, but could you maybe relax on the bed? If you look tense and stiff, Cobra will know you didn’t use me and he’ll punish me for it.”
I knew she was right. That piece of shit wanted her properly degraded. That was the point of giving her to one of his subordinates at random, right?
I stood up and got in bed. I pulled the covers up over both of us and gathered her in my arms. I tried not to think about how her sweet body felt up against mine. “Now I’m using you,” I said, my voice a little husky from arousal. “If Cobra asks, tell him I made you play with yourself until I came. But cuddling with you will make me nice and relaxed. He won’t suspect a thing.”
She sighed and relaxed a little. “Thank you, sir.”
“You really don’t have to call me sir.” I resisted the urge to kiss her forehead. I was already taking advantage of the situation too much.
“I have to call all of the men that, though.”
I knew that to be true. I had rescued enough women from the Demon’s brothel, the Pleasure Room, to know it. Whenever I and the Hell’s Renegades successfully got women out, they were always terrified. They begged us for mercy while calling us ‘sir’. We all grew to hate that word. “When we’re alone, I don’t want you to call me that, okay?”
“What should I call you then?”
I debated what I should tell her. I didn’t want her to get suspicious. If I was too polite, she might wonder what I was doing with the Demons in the first place. I needed to use her without hurting her. “Call me Daddy.”
“Daddy?”
“Yeah. I like it when women call me that. It makes me feel strong and protective.” It was all true, but I felt a little sick telling a terrified woman to call me Daddy. I wanted my Littles to feel safe and happy. Not scared of punishment.
