I can see the battle playing out in her mind. Even though she’s willingly calling me Daddy, even though she’s been more Little with me today than I’ve ever seen her be with anyone, she is still holding some part of herself back. Refusing to give me all of her, for reasons I can’t fathom.
Finally, she gives a single, slow nod. “Yes, Daddy. You make the rules.”
“That’s my good girl.”
My praise brings a flush to her cheeks. It’s not the first time I’ve noticed how she reacts to being praised or complimented, and I make a mental note to do so more often.
Sliding my hands up her thighs, I push the dress higher, up over her flared hips and round tummy. “So beautiful.”
“My tummy?” Genuine confusion fills her tone.
“Yes, baby. Your thighs, your hips, your tummy. Your pretty little pussy, all wet and waiting for me. Every bit of you is beautiful.”
Her nose wrinkles as she reaches for the hem of her dress to tug it down. “Not my tummy. It’s too big.”
“Arms over your head, Camilla,” I snap out, leaving no room in my tone for argument.
Eyes wide, with an odd mix of fear and excitement in the blue I find impossibly endearing, she slowly raises her arms up over her head.
“Palms on the headboard until Daddy tells you to move them.”
She obeys, pressing the flats of her hands against the solid wood of the headboard.
“Good girl.” The praise comes out as a low growl and her eyes go even wider as a delicate shudder wracks her body. “Now, if Daddy says you’re beautiful, what do you think you should say?”
“Um. Thank you?”
“That’s more like it. If you keep arguing with me, you are going to learnexactlyhow creative your Daddy can be when it comes to teaching naughty Little girls a lesson.”
“No fair! I’m just being honest!”
“You aren’t being honest. You’re just repeating lies someone else told you. I know youthinkit’s true, which is why I’m not washing your mouth out with soap. But if you keep repeating those nasty lies, I will absolutely wash them right out of your mouth. Am I understood?”
“Oh. Um. Yes, Daddy.”
She’s saying the words I want to hear, but I can tell she doesn’t mean them. Not yet.
But she will. As her Daddy, it’s my job to ensure she knows how perfect she is.
And I take my job very, very seriously.
Chapter Seventeen
Millie
I’ve never felt so…exposed.
It doesn't seem to matter to my brain that I’ve been with men before. That Donovan isn’t the first man to see me naked. That it isn’t even the first timehehas seen me naked.
Logically, I know all of that, but itfeelslike the first time. Something about the way he looks at me, like he sees parts of me nobody else ever has makes this moment feel impossibly intimate.
And maybe he does. As hard as I’ve fought him, as much as I still hate that he’s the first man I’ve ever called Daddy, there’s no denying he has a way of knowing what I need even before I do.
Now, with him staring down at my half-naked body, his hungry gaze raking over me, I feel more vulnerable than ever. It’s not that I hate my body, not really, I’m just very aware of my limitations. I’m pretty enough, but not a knockout like Juliet. I don’t even have that girl-next-door beauty like Isabella and Victoria. Or Natalie’s fierce features.
I’m just… me.
But Donovan doesn’t seem to mind if I’m bland and little on the chubby side. If anything, he looks like he’s ready to devour me.
