Page 172 of Daddies' Captive


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He raised his eyebrows. “Leaking?”

“Yeah. Stupid eyes.”

“Baby.” That was all he said. But that one word conveyed plenty. Affection. Desire. And possibly that he thought she was slightly bonkers.

“We have to stop you from hiding when you’re scared or embarrassed, baby girl. Instead of running away from us, you should run to us. We want to be your safe place. The place where you can hide. Where you can be yourself.”

Lord, she wanted that too. So much.

“I made a dick of myself.”

“Nope.”

That was all he said. Just nope?

“I did,” she insisted. “I called you Daddy.”

“And I liked it.”

It took a moment for those words to sink in. Then she turned her head to him more fully.

“What?”

“And I’m gonna insist you do it more often.”

“Are you . . . are you saying that to make me feel better?”

“Thought you’d know me by now. I don’t say stuff to make people feel better. I know what I want and I go after it. And I want you. Now, I have you. You’re sweet, adorable, and sassy. Amazing. You’re also gorgeous, loyal, and smart. All fucking good. And the fact that you’re a Little. Icing on the fucking cake, baby.”

Icing on the cake?

“You knew already?”

“Yeah.” He said it without apology. As though he hadn’t just rocked her world.

She wiped at her eyes and he moved, reaching up to grab a box of tissues. But when she reached out a hand to take some, he drew the box away.

“Come here, baby.”

She shook her head. She wasn’t ready for that yet.

“Baby, come here.”

She shook her head.

A stern look filled his face. He patted his thigh. “Here. Now.”

Okay, she figured she was going there. She slid out of her hiding spot and climbed into his lap.

“Baby, when you’re told to come. You come.”

She gaped up at him. Was he for real? “What?”

“You heard me. If I have to keep repeating myself, your ass is getting turned red.”

Holy. Heck.

He drew out a tissue and started to gently wipe her face. Then he pressed a kiss to her temple.

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