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Intrigued by the resolve in Shannon’s voice, Olivia looked up. “Okay?”
“You’re going to go home, put on your best ‘Fuck me, Daddy’ outfit, and make that man talk to you. Talk andtalk, if that’s what you need. Then, you’re going to seduce him and fuck like bunnies until you can’t see straight.”
“I wish it was that simple,” Olivia grumbled.
“Why isn’t it?”
“It just isn’t. He’s barely touched me in months.” And she had no idea why. Which was the crux of the problem. He’d pulled away, practically overnight, and she had no clue what she’d done to earn the cold distance he’d put between them.
“Babe, all couples go through dry patches. Just talk to the man, or I swear I’ll spank you myself.”
“Shay!” Olivia glanced around to see if anyone had heard Shannon’s threat. But all the other patrons were glued to their phones and tablets. Settling back in her chair, Olivia shot her friend a glare. “You’re horrible, you know that?”
Shannon shrugged, obviously unbothered by Olivia’s ire. “I love you. And I’m not about to sit back and let my favorite couple implode because you’re both too stubborn to talk it out.”
Blowing out a breath, Olivia closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the chair. “Fine. I’ll talk to him. But I’m crashing at your place if this all blows up in my face.”
“I’d say I’ll leave the light on for ya, but I doubt you’ll need it.”
She wished she had half the confidence Shannon did in her marriage. But she at least had to try, so as she finished sipping her hot chocolate, she mentally made plans to seduce her husband. And she prayed it wouldn’t be the end of everything.
Chapter2
Inside the house she’d shared with James for the last six years, Olivia stared at the closed door in front of her. There’d been a time when she’d spent some time in this room nearly every day. Whether it was waiting on her Daddy to come punish her or just taking some time to decompress, this had been her safe place for nearly half their marriage. Now, she only stepped inside when the room was scheduled for a good dusting, and even that she didn’t do nearly as often as she should.
For the first time in weeks, she reached for the knob and turned. The door swung open, and her eyes filled at the sight of the familiar room. At her request, the walls had been painted a lovely pale green—her favorite color. The antique four-poster bed she’d picked out herself still stood against the middle of the far wall, with one lonely stuffed hippo sitting between the fluffy peach-colored pillows.
If anyone had poked their head into the room over the years, they would have seen a somewhat fussy, feminine spare room, but little more. She hadn’t wanted a nursery, or really even a playroom. What she’d wanted—and been given—was simply a space to unwind and be herself when life started to weigh too heavily on her.
Shaking off the memories, she crossed the room to the dark dresser and opened the top drawer. Simple cotton panties filled the space, in all the colors of the rainbow, and some with various cartoonish designs decorating the fabric. She chose a pair in pale lavender, because purple was Daddy’s favorite.
“Not that he’ll notice,” she mumbled to herself, shutting the drawer with a snap before opening the one below it.
Closing her eyes, she fought back tears as a wave of misery washed over her. This whole thing was pointless. James hadn’t shown any interest in being her Daddy for months. She was going to look like the worst kind of fool, throwing herself at him this way.
But the image of him, his eyes flashing with anger and resolve, was burned into her brain. That afternoon, she’d caught a glimpse of the man she’d married. The one who could turn her knees to water and her mind to mush with just a look.
She wanted that man back. And if she had to humiliate herself to get him, then that was exactly what she’d do.
Filled with a renewed resolve, she opened her eyes and plucked a pair of pajamas from the drawer. She carried the clothes through a door just to the right of her bed, to the adjoining guest bathroom where she quickly stripped and hopped in the shower. James would be home soon and she wanted to be ready for him.
Once she’d scrubbed off her makeup and run a razor over her legs, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed one of the large, fluffy towels she always kept on hand, since it was a guest bathroom after all, not that they entertained much these days. She quickly finger-combed her curls before pulling the long chestnut locks into a ponytail high on her head. No pigtails for her. She’d tried them a couple of times, but never could get used to the way they looked. And Daddy was fond of the single ponytail. Heat crept up her neck, into her cheeks when she thought of all the times he’d wrapped her ponytail around his hand before forcing his cock between her lips.
She pressed her thighs together against the ache her memories inspired. Though she and James still slept together regularly, it wasn’t the same. She longed to be forced to her knees, or onto her back, her body open and ready for his pleasure. And hers, if he allowed it, though she couldn’t deny the thrill it gave her when he denied her, when he used her body with little or no regard for her wants or needs.
She decided against even a hint of makeup, valiantly trying to ignore the wrinkles and dark circles under her eyes. James preferred her without makeup at home, and tonight was about pleasing her Daddy, so maybe, just maybe, he would remember how much he loved playing his part.
The slamming of the front door made her jump. With a muttered curse, she dropped the towel and hurried into her panties and pajamas. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, she took a deep, steadying breath and opened the door to the hall.
James was already at the top of the stairs, and he stopped mid-stride to stare at her. His gorgeous blue eyes went wide, raking down her body and back up again. When their eyes met, she saw the hunger and the need swirling in his for just a moment before they went flat again.
Her heart trembled, on the verge of shattering. If he rejected her tonight, how could she face him again?
The simple answer was, she couldn’t. She knew that in her bones. If he rejected her, if he turned his back on what she—they—so desperately needed, their marriage was over.
Please, please don’t let it be over.
“Hi,” she said, deliberately keeping her voice soft and submissive. The wordDaddystuck in her throat, but she hoped it was implied clearly enough.
