An adorable blush rises to her cheeks, but she doesn’t look away. “I did. I needed to get your attention and you weren’t listening.”
“Hmm. Still, that was a very naughty thing to do. What do you call me, Camilla Joy?”
Her breath hitches, and for a moment it feels like we’re right back at the beginning, with her fighting not just me but her own desires.
But then her bottom lip trembles, ever so slightly, and when she speaks her voice is barely a whisper. “Daddy. I call you Daddy.”
“That’s right, little one. And just so we are very, very clear, there are absolutely zero exceptions to that rule. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Let’s go home.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Millie
The entire ride home, my mind races. Daddy hasn’t mentioned punishing me for using his name back at the farm, but my stomach twists with excited anticipation all the same as we drive.
By the time we pull into our driveway, my heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might actually jump right out of my chest. Daddy gets me out of my car seat and carries me into the house and up the stairs.
“Are you hungry, little one? We both missed breakfast.”
Something painful twists in my stomach, and it takes me a moment to place the emotion as disappointment. As crazy as it sounds, I was actually looking forward to a painful punishment, something that would wring all the stress and anxiety of the morning from my body.
“I don’t really want breakfast.”
Bypassing my nursery, he heads straight for his bedroom, where he sets me on my feet beside his bed. In his dark eyes, Isee the same hunger that’s currently burning in my veins. “What do you want, Camilla?”
Embarrassment heats my face, and I drop my gaze to the floor. But apparently, I’m not to be allowed even that small reprieve, because he grips my chin, forcing my head back. “I asked you a question, little girl. Tell Daddy the truth. What do you want?”
Swallowing hard, I search for the words, and it takes several tries for me to force them past the tightness in my throat. “I-I want you to hurt me.”
“Why?”
Curiosity wraps around the word, and again my mind scrambles to figure out how to explain. “I was really naughty.”
“You weren’t. A little naughty, yes, but you had a good reason. So what’s the real reason you want me to hurt you, baby?”
“I just do,” I whisper. “Please, Daddy?”
Releasing his hold on my chin, Daddy slides his hand around to the back of my neck, gripping me tightly as he pulls me close. “First, you need to answer one more question for me.”
“What?”
“Did you mean what you said back at the farm? About wanting me to be your forever Daddy?”
That’s one question I can easily answer. “Yes. I’ve known for a while, I just… didn’t know how to tell you. It never felt like the right time.”
“The right time for what?”
“To tell you I’m in love with you.” I thought I’d feel more anxious, telling him for the first time. But it just feelsright, and I know in my heart he’ll be the first and the last man to ever hear those words from my lips.
For a long moment, he simply stares at me, a hundred emotions I can’t name swirling in his eyes. Then he dips hishead, capturing my lips with his. It should be a sweet, tender moment, the first time I tell a man I love him.
But not with him. My Daddy’s kiss is brutal, hot and demanding, forcing my surrender. Not that I’m fighting him very hard. Everything in me wants nothing more than to let him take and conquer.
To let himhurtme.
