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"I… I can't afford that," she stammered, looking down as if she were ashamed of the fact.
I shook my head. "I don't mean to take you on as a client. I mean for real. I could be your Daddy and you can be my babygirl." My voice was husky as I brushed a stray hair from her eyes, pushing it behind her ear.
"Oh." She licked her lips. "What… would that mean, exactly?"
Visions of everything it could and would mean danced through my mind. My cock throbbed and I glanced once again at the slip of fabric that was between me and what I wanted.
Down boy. As much as it killed me, I knew I had to do this right. I couldn't afford to mess it up, even though that was my usual MO.
Closing my eyes in a wince, I shook my head. "It is different for every relationship."
"But what would it mean for us?" she pressed. "You'd be my boss and my Daddy? Wouldn't that get… messy?"
Probably. More than likely. It was a bad idea. Both of us should shut this down and run in the other direction.
Neither of us would.
"It might," I admitted. "We'd have to be careful not to let it."
She nodded, and I could see the lust in her eyes as she glanced down at my crotch. "If I said yes… you'd be my Daddy and then we could… do other things? Now?"
Oh god. She was going to be the death of me. Saying no might actually kill me. I had to swallow around the lump in my throat and put all my willpower into shaking my head from side to side.
"We don't have time. And we really shouldn't do anything or discuss anything until I've taken you out on a proper date."
"A date? You want to take me out on a date? Like a real one?" She said this as if the mere idea of it was preposterous. Her face was one of utter disbelief?like she actually thought she might be getting punked.
It kind of broke my heart.
"Being a Daddy isn't all about sex and punishments, babygirl. It's about taking care of the person you are with. Spoiling. Nurturing the relationship. Putting it above all others."
Her face fell. "B-but you… all those other girls."
"They're clients," I reminded her. "It's not the same. If I was your Daddy, you would be my top priority."
She huffed out a soft breath. She wanted this. I could see it in her eyes. She wanted it but she was afraid.
"I promise," I vowed, cupping her cheek with my hand. "I promise it's not the same."
"Noone has ever done that before."
"Done what?"
"Taken care of me because they wanted to. Spoiled me. Made me a priority."
"Let me." I was so desperate to call her mine that I was just about ready to get down on my knees and beg her. Fuck, I was a mess.
"Okay… Daddy." It was the softest whisper. There was so much hope and fear rolled up in those two words.
Please don't let me fuck this up.
Audrey
I said yes, and just like that the spell was broken and life went on. Archer kissed my cheek and pulled down my skirt, glanced at the clock and groaned. “I need to head to the courthouse soon.”
“Right. I guess I should get to work.” I felt like there was an anvil sitting on my chest as I ignored the millions of questions racing through my brain. We were at work. We had things to do. It was time to be professionals.
I turned to leave, and his voice cut through the air stopping me in my tracks just as I reached the doorway. “Audrey?”
