“Mitch?” I gasped. My head pitched back and I finally placed my hands on his solid chest to steady myself. “What are you—?”
It was a strong dominant hold that kept me exactly where he wanted me. I felt owned, possessed, wanted.
I certainly didn’t hate it.
“Shh.” The right side of his mouth tilted. “You don’t need to speak.”
I stared at his lips, so kissable, and at the stubble on his chin that was thicker under his nostrils. A small freckle sat just beneath his right eye in the shadow of his lower lashes.
“You just need to trust me,” he murmured. “To give you what you missed out on all those years ago.”
I swallowed and tried to nod. I couldn’t, his hold on me was absolute. Yet I felt safe with him doing that.
How had that happened? He was a big guy I didn’t know. Normally I’d have every barrier up I could find.
“You need to have your time as a little girl,” he went on, “a sweet baby girl who can play and have fun and be cared for, protected, disciplined, and rewarded.”
“I…I do?” I managed then gulped. Still his gaze bored into me.
“You just told me you grew up in a cult, living in a dormitory and not spending time with your parents. That’s not normal, that’s not how kids should be brought up. Kids need family time.”
I nodded. My mouth was dry, my pussy wet. “That’s true.”
“Baby girls need a daddy.” He paused and tightened his grip on my hair.
I gasped, and my jaw trembled, touching my teeth together.
“Let me be your daddy, Amy, I’ll give you everything you need, I promise. Everything…single…thing you need and some things you don’t even know about yet.”
“You want to be…?”
“Your daddy.” He lowered his face to mine. “Say yes, I’ll make it so good for you.” His warm breath washed over my lips. “Be my little girl, and I’ll be your daddy.”
Daddy?
Fuck, the guy was kinky. Not that I was surprised, all that testosterone was always going to breed a few twists, but be his little girl?
Hell yes to that. Not that I’d done it before, but I was up for the game. And besides, something told me his ego wouldn’t take well to me saying no.
I curled my fingers into his roll-neck, bunching it up. “Yes, you can be my daddy.”
“And you’ll be my little girl?”
I tried to nod but failed, he held me so tight.
“And you’ll be a good little girl?” he said onto my lips, his breath warm. “Do as you’re told?”
My pulse was thudding in my ears. “I’ll try.”
He half smiled, then drew my face closer.
I readied for his kiss, desperate for it, eager to feel his mouth on mine. To learn the taste of him and the way he kissed.
The bathroom door opened with a click. Becca wandered into the room humming some fast tune.
Mitch held my hair for another second, his eyes flashing, then he released me, sat back down, and crossed one ankle over his knee as if nothing had happened between us.
I cleared my throat and straightened my hair. I was sure my cheeks were devilishly flushed and my pupils wide with desire.
