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Shit.
She had made another mistake in saying that. Storm hadn’t realized how much he cared about this subject.
“You will not get into that situation,” he said.
She nodded her head to appease him but knew she had no control over something like that. The world was getting more dangerous as the days went on and she knew sooner or later somebody was going to come to the bookstore looking for money or something and she could be in danger.
“Next time you lie, you're going to find yourself over my lap with a hot bottom,” he said. “Do you understand?”
Her eyes went wide. He was going to spank her?
“Do. You. Understand?” he asked again.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. Daddy was on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't think it was appropriate for the situation, and he still wasn't hers.
“Good girl.”
Storm melted into the couch with that praise. He'd only called her that a couple of times but every one of those times, she’d absolutely loved it. The gooey feeling inside her stomach intensified when he called her that.
She always wanted to be a good girl, but she really wanted to behisgood girl. She wanted him to call her his good girl, but when he really meant it and when she was actually his. Not when she was sick and he was just doing this out of an obligation.
Her heart hurt every time she thought about him just doing this out of some sense of duty. Sure, he felt bad that his best friend, Hedda, had made Storm come to his birthday party. There was no way he didn't feel bad or guilty about that.
It made her sad to think about it. She wanted him to want to take care of her because he felt something toward her, but she knew it wasn't true. Even knowing that, she couldn't help but relish in the feeling he did care. It was like living in a fantasy she didn't want to wake up from.
“Now, I want you to eat this fruit and drink all your water. We need to keep your stomach full and your body hydrated,” he said as he let go of her chin and grabbed the bowl and sippy cup.
After he handed it to her, she took a small sip of the water and leaned back into the couch.
“Can you tell me what you were thinking about? Your cheeks got all rosy red,” he said. “Or I can start guessing if you want.”
He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she quickly opened her mouth, ready to tell him. She didn't want him to think she was having naughty thoughts about him.
“I'm just embarrassed,” she whispered.
“About what?” he asked.
“You washed me and heard me pee.”
Miles chuckled and gave her a smile. “Don't be embarrassed about that. I'm a Daddy and I've seen it before. I love taking care of you in those ways. It made me feel wanted.”
It was music to her ears when he said he loved taking care of her. If only he would do it for the rest of her life, she would be so content and happy.
“Before you finish all your fruit and water, I want you to take some medicine again,” he said, holding up the bottle.
Storm’s face screwed up and she shook her head, realizing her head didn’t pound when she moved. She didn’t want to take that yucky medicine again.
“It’s either this or suppositories.” Miles raised his eyebrow. “What is it going to be?”
“Y-You d-don’t have the o-other,” Storm stuttered.
He chuckled, almost out of pity for her. “I do. Do you want those instead?”
She shook her head fast. In no way did she want the suppositories. It was already bad enough he’d washed her and saw all of her. She didn’t want him all up in her business.
But at the same time her mind was going the other way. Part of her wanted him to take full control and do what was best for her. She craved it but knew it wasn’t going to happen.
“No,” she said when he crossed his arms over his chest.
