The petulance in her voice made her cringe. She was caught in some weird place between Big and Little, with no clue which direction she wanted to go.
“You sure? You look like you could use a cuddle.”
Whatever resistance she’d had crumbled at those simple words. Abandoning her food once again, she climbed back into his lap, pressing her face into his neck as his arms came up to wrap around her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m not usually so… ridiculous.”
“One, I don’t think you’re being ridiculous. I think you’ve had a hard day, and having me here probably hasn’t helped. And forthat, I’m sorry. As much as I want to be your Daddy, the last thing I want to do is pile more stress on top of you. Forgive me?”
“You don’t have to apologize. I’d be a neurotic mess with or without you here.”
“I’m going to ignore that for now, but tomorrow we’re going to have a serious discussion about how you talk about yourself.”
“Uh-huh. What’s two?”
“What?”
“You said ‘One, I don’t think you’re being ridiculous’. What’s two?”
“Ah.” The sternness cleared from his tone, leaving behind pure masculine satisfaction. “Two, there’s no need for you to apologize because I’m enjoying the fuck out of this right now. Obviously not the part where you’re upset and stressed, but the part where you need me to comfort you and love on you? Yeah, I love that shit.”
Sincerity rang out in every word, so much so that she lifted her head to meet his eyes, stunned when she saw that same sincerity reflected in the hazel depths. “You actually mean that, don’t you?”
“I do. But I also know you’re not really in a good place to have this talk, so it can wait until tomorrow. For now, I want nothing more than to cuddle on the couch and finish our dinner while we enjoy this absolutely goofy romantic comedy I found for us to watch.”
“That sounds amazing.”
Dylan
This time, he was the one who didn’t sleep worth a damn, tossing and turning all night as he relived the events of the evening over and over in his mind.
Had he pushed too hard? Not hard enough? At times, it felt like he was stepping right over the boundaries of what was appropriate given she hadn’t actually agreed to be his Little girl yet.
And at the same time, it had nearly killed him to tell her no when she’d all but begged him to fuck her. If nothing else, he’d been sorely tempted to find out just how delicious her pussy actually was. He’d dreamed of that moment just as often as he’d imagined spanking her for the first time, or of finally getting his cock inside of her.
Having everything he’d ever wanted so close without being able to fully claim her was harder than he’d anticipated.
His alarm went off a full thirty minutes earlier than it needed to, because he’d set it for the same time as Sam’s first alarm. Judging by what she’d told him the night before, a chunk of her problems the previous day had stemmed from waking up late and feeling rushed.
Which was just the kind of problem a Daddy could easily fix.
After rolling out of bed himself and using the bathroom, he made his way through the living room to her bedroom and knocked on the door.
“Go ‘way,” came the muffled reply, and he couldn’t help but grin at how adorably disgruntled she sounded.
“Rise and shine, Sam. Time to get that cute butt of yours in the shower.”
“Too early.”
“Agreed. But you have to get up anyway.”
He paused with his ear to the door until he heard her moving around. At some point, he was fairly certain he heardher mumble something along the lines of “bossy asshole”, and he just barely swallowed a chuckle.
Satisfied she wouldn’t be as rushed this morning, he made his way back to his room to get ready for his own day. And if he added an extra splash of the cologne she’d once said she liked, or took a little extra care with his outfit, it was all more than worth it to watch her eyes go wide over the rim of her coffee cup when he stepped into the kitchen.
“Morning, beautiful. Have you eaten?”
“Not really a breakfast person.”
