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Blaze
I fuckinglove taking care of Lia. I don’t know why caretaking is my thing, but it probably goes with the hero complex and never feeling like I can do enough.
Regardless, Lia calling medaddydoes something powerful to me. Makes me want to spoil her like a princess.
Andspank her silly.
I want her turning those big green eyes on me like I’m her everything, the way she did last night. I want her naked and begging for release. I want her on my lap, riding me like a cowgirl. I want to be the recipient of that wide, trusting smile. The guy who makes her troubles cease and gives her a safe place to be herself. I want to know her secrets, good and bad. I want to protect her from anyone who stands in her way, anyone who tries to hurt her.
Yeah, I’ll be her daddy.
In a heartbeat.
But I better figure out how in the hell I’m going to keep us a secret at work. Because the first time she’s in serious danger, I’m going to lose my shit.
I make a full diner breakfast—eggs, bacon and pancakes with a chocolate chip smiley face. What? She calls me daddy, right?
When she comes out, fresh-faced and dewy, it’s all I can do to keep from shoving her over the kitchen table and claiming her again. But I’m supposed to be taking care of her, so I adjust my cock and wave her into a seat.
She smiles as she slips into a chair and I place a heaping plate in front of her. “Smiley pancakes!” she squeals.
I pull a can of whipped cream from the fridge. “Want some?”
She nods but opens her mouth.
Oh fuck. I am not going to survive breakfast. I squirt spirals of whipped cream into her mouth until she waves her hand to stop me, then I pile some on her pancake while she works to swallow.
“You know how to swallow like a good girl, don’t you?”
Her lips stretch into a Cheshire cat smile. “Only for you, Big Daddy.”
I groan and adjust my cock again. “Eat,” I order, too curtly.
She doesn’t take offense. In fact, I think she enjoys my discomfort as she makes a show of licking whipped cream from her fork.
I sit across from her and watch her eat while I shovel food in my mouth. When she finishes, she reaches for my plate, starting to rise from her chair.
“Leave it. I’m taking care of you, remember?” I push my chair back from the table. “Come here.” I crook a finger at her.
She shakes her head, but still obeys. “Bossy.”
It gives me pause. Iamtoo bossy. I know I am—it’s a real flaw. It’s ended other relationships. But… she doesn’t seem bothered by it.
I pull her to stand between my legs and fill my hands with her ass. “How’s your ass today? Still sore?”
She sways her hips slowly, her hands falling to my shoulders as I destabilize her footing. “A little. A few marks that twinge when I sit.”
I watch her face closely for clues. “Was it too much?” I switch one hand and rub between her legs.
“Nope. It was just right.” She lifts one knee and brings it up to my hip, bringing her tits to my face. I nip one through the shirt and slip my fingers into the waistband of her leggings.
“This is only gonna end one way. You know that, right?”
She leans forward, her breath hot on my ear. She flicks her tongue. “How’s that, Daddy?”
It’s on. I push her back enough to get her leggings down her hips and off her toned legs. She’s wearing panties like the ones I kept. The pair that featured in every fantasy I’ve had since I spanked her at the station. I pull them up between her cheeks like I did that night and run my palm over her shapely cheeks. I inspect her ass, relieved to see the marks are minimal—not bruises, just a few splotchy red places. While I stroke her ass, I work the fingers of my other hand over her clit, rubbing and tapping through the thin fabric.
I peel the panties down. “From now on, you’ll be subject to surprise panty-checks at the station. And let me tell you, honey, I’d better find regulation material covering this heart-stopping ass, or you’ll be in deep trouble.” I palm her ass with one hand and run my fingers along her sopping slit with the other. “And not the fun kind of trouble, either. I will send you home without pay. Understand?”
