“Here’s what we’re going to do,” he started. “Jake is going to drop you off at your house, and then I’m coming to get you. You might be able to get away with lying to him, but not to me. I know damn well you don’t plan on staying anywhere tonight, so I’m making the decision for you.”
“You’re not my father.”
“Maybe not, Little Fighter, but there is more than one way to be a ‘Daddy’,” he winked with a laugh.
I inhaled a sharp breath as a thrill ran through me. There is no way he just said that to me. “What?” My voice is shaky and not at all like myself.
“Tell me, are you trying to make me go insane? What was that with the ‘you can’t make me’, huh?”
“You don’t want me to stay with you.” I countered.
“Oh, but I do.”
“Then make me.”
I’ve always been on the kinkier side. I’m not a prude and have always had a pretty active sex life, including being in the lifestyle. For the most part, I always enjoyed being a sub, and I lean heavily on the brat side. I’ve never once been in a Daddy/Little situation, and I was wondering if there was more to Connor than he let on. It would make sense, the way he wants to take care of me, and why, when I fight back, he seems to try and knock me back down… But for him to wantmeto be anything more than a one-night stand? Well, that does things to me.
His body went rigid at my words again. I opened my mouth to brat off some more, but he stood up and pinned my arms above my head. Catching me off guard as I let out a small squeal.
“Don’t tempt me. When you say things like that, I lose control.”
“Maybe I want you to.”
“You know you’d never be another notch on my bedpost, right?”
“I don’t care if I am.” I lied.
“You’re staying with me. End of story,” he growled.
“Am I supposed to say ‘Yes, Daddy’?”
“You’re such a brat, aren’t you?”
“You’re not the only one with experience.” I shrugged.
“Is that so?” He cocked his head.
“I’m not nearly as innocent as you think, Connor.”
“We’ll see about that.”
I wasn’t sure why I was baiting him or what I was even looking for, but maybe if I had one night of fun with him, I could let him go. He clearly has to be in the lifestyle one way or another, so maybe he can give me what I’m looking for, and then we can both pretend it never happened. The thought of that didn’t sit right with me, though. I didn’t want to have just one night with him and then be forgotten. As I was thinking about telling him that, the nurse walked in with the paperwork I was supposed to sign.
It didn’t take long for them to get me discharged, and then Connor was helping me out of the bed and trying to get me dressed.
“I can do this.”
“And miss seeing what you look like under that hospital gown?”
He winked, but I felt like it was more than him wanting to see me. He wanted to take care of me and make himself feel like he was able to do that for me. And for some reason, I wanted to give that to him. Turning around, I let him pull the ties down, and he gently removed the gown from my body. He didn’t touch me, and his eyes stayed focused on mine when I turned around. He knew I could do this. I knew I could do this. There was something stronger here, though. Bending down, he lifted myleg and helped me slide my jeans on, doing the same with my shirt.
When everything was covered, his eyes finally left mine, and he looked me up and down. Brushing my hair behind my ear, he rubbed his thumb down my chin. No words were spoken, and at that moment, I’m not sure anything needed to be said. My heart beat in my chest, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. It was like I was a teenager all over again, with all the built-up hormones of being attracted to someone. Grabbing my hand, he led me down the hallway and into the elevator. Pushing me into the corner and placing a kiss down my chin, then the side of my lip. Never fully making contact, but enough to make me squirm and wish he was giving me more.
“What are you doing to me, Little Fighter?” He sounded desperate. Like he was in pain.
“Probably the same thing you’re doing to me.” I whispered.
“Tell me you’ll stay with me tonight.”
