“He was the officer on the case when Becca went missing,” I managed, though my throat felt tight and a strange quiver had set up between my legs.
“God, yes, that was awful. How is she doing?”
“Good, yes, really well now. Glad it’s over.” I blew out a breath and regained control.
“And talk about a silver lining, or rather a tall, dark, and handsome lining!” Sarah said. “Lucky bitch. Wish one of my friends would get kidnapped so I could find myself a sexy-as-fuck policeman.”
I didn’t say anything and turned my attention back to my laptop.
“You’ve got to promise,” Jasmine said. “We want all the details after your next date with him.”
“Sure, yes, of course.” Not bloody likely. Mitch’s particular brand of romance wasn’t for general consumption. I’d have to be stretched on a rack to confess we’d only just met but quickly fallen into a Daddy and his little girl kink.
Kink. Is that what it was? Was I kinky?
I guessed so. But so what? If it worked for us both, what did it matter? We were consenting. So hell yeah. I wanted to be his little girl and have him care for me, protect me, pay for meals, and treat me with presents.
I wondered what he’d got me? He seemed pretty pleased with himself. He also had something dirty planned, that much I could tell. His eyes spoke volumes when he looked at me like that.
Fortunately, the day passed quickly because I was wrapped up in work. And it wasn’t until I was walking home that I had the time to enjoy the anticipation of seeing Mitch again.
What would I wear? The little girl outfit? The socks for sure, he’d liked them. Maybe I could shower and put nightwear on. Seven o’clock was little girl’s bedtime, right?
An hour later the door buzzed, and I let him into the block. He must have taken the stairs two at a time again because he was outside my apartment in an instant.
“Hey, baby girl.” He stepped in, filling the space. “Bedtime, huh.” He bit on his bottom lip and roamed his attention over me in such a slow, appreciative way it felt like an actual caress.
I’d opted for pink-and-white-striped shortie pajamas, plaited my hair again, and added the knee-high socks for good measure.
“I’ve got to get my beauty sleep,” I said with a giggle.
“You couldn’t be more beautiful.” He took my hand and kissed my knuckles, held my eye contact.
Damn it, the guy was good. No one had ever said that to me before. Ever.
I pressed my thighs together, heat forming in my pussy. And I knew without looking my nipples were hard. I hitched in a breath as desire prickled my skin.
“I brought food.” He held up an M&S bag. “Easy but tasty and veggie.”
“Great, thanks.” I took it and placed it on the breakfast bar we’d fucked on the night before.
In his other hand he held a white Hamleys store bag decorated with tiny marching toy soldiers.
“And what’s in that?” I asked. I would have struggled to hazard a guess; toys hadn’t exactly been abundant in my childhood.
“You want to open it?”
I nodded.
He curled his free arm around my waist and pulled me close.
I set my hand on his plain white t-shirt and absorbed the heated solidity of his flesh beneath.
“Give me a kiss and you can have it.”
“Sounds like a fair deal.” I touched my lips to his.
He instantly took control and sought my tongue, tipping his head to deepen our connection.
