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“Sometimes it’s easier to speak to a stranger than to someone you know.”
“I talked to a therapist for a while,” she told him. “I think I told you that. When I . . . when I was cutting myself. One day . . . I . . . I cut myself really deep and I got scared. I took myself to a free clinic to get stitches and someone there told me about a therapist who offered free sessions.”
“Free sessions?”
“Yeah, I thought it was strange because not only were they in this really nice building, but she had a free spot for me straight away . . . and—oh my God. Do you think that was my stalker too?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. Or she could have been doing free sessions.”
Yeah. But now that she thought about it . . . the therapist and receptionist had always been cagey when she’d asked anything about the cost of the sessions.
Dear Lord.
She’d been played.
She huffed out a breath. “It was good to talk to her . . . but also, I don’t know if I want to do it again. Afterward, it feels like I’ve been flayed open with no way to stitch myself back together.”
“Okay, just think about it. But remember, this time will be different because I’ll be there to take care of you.”
“All right.”
“And if you want to try cock warming, I am all for that. But I don’t want you doing it for me. Okay? I am more than happy with the way things are.”
“Maybe I’m not, though,” she confessed. “Maybe I want more.”
A smile crossed his lips, heat entering his eyes. “Yeah, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Then that’s what we’ll work toward. One step at a time.”
He drew her toward him, lips pressing against hers. A small groan escaped her as he ran his tongue over her lips.
“That’s it, baby girl. Let me hear how much you like me kissing you.”
“I do. I like it a lot.”
“Good girl.” He gave her ass a light squeeze, making her squeal.
“Daddy!”
“Tender, huh?”
“Yes.” She pouted. “Some mean man spanked me.”
“Hmm, you must have been naughty, Little girl.”
“Never.” She grinned, before it faded away. “I am sorry.”
“I know you are, Ladybug. Don’t stress. I know you don’t like to be in trouble. But you aren’t. Not anymore. That’s the good thing about this sort of relationship. With a punishment, everything is forgiven. But next time, you need to tell Daddy when you have a stalker.”
“I really hope there isn’t a next time.”
“Me too, baby girl. Now, kiss me again. I’m not done with you.”
As she kissed him, he ran his hand up her back and then around to lightly cup her breast. Drawing back, he stared down at her. “Is this all right?”
“Yes,” she said in a breathless voice.
