Something clicked in his mind at her confession. “You don’t like not being in charge.”
Eyes narrowing, she glared up at him as he returned to the bed and placed the duffel beside her. “Of course I do. Would I be here, calling you Daddy and letting you boss me around if I didn’t like it?”
“Exactly. You’re letting me. You enjoylettingsomeone else be in control. But only on your terms, and only when you get to call the shots.”
The corners of her mouth dipped down, and he watched the emotions flicker in her eyes as she processed what he’d said. “You’re making me sound like some kind of control freak.”
“Babygirl, you are thebiggestcontrol freak I’ve ever known.”
“I am not!”
“You are. And it’s okay.”
Some of the tension in her shoulders released, and her expression softened with relief. “It is?”
“It is. You’ve had to be the one in control for so long, so that’s what’s familiar to you. Comfortable. I understand that giving up even a little bit of that control is going to be difficult and scary.”
“I never really gave it much thought.”
“Because you never had a reason to. Never had anyone asking you to let go of that control, even for a little bit. So we’re going to practice, starting with you trusting Daddy to give you what you need tonight.”
At that, her bottom lip puffed out. “You’re not going to tell me what’s in the bag.”
“No, I’m not. But I can promise there’s nothing in here that we haven’t already discussed playing with. Can you trust me, just for a few hours, baby?”
Her gaze slid to the bag beside her as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying the plump flesh as she considered what he was asking her. And because he was nothing if not patient, he waited her out, let her take as much time as she needed to come to her decision.
Then her gaze shifted back to his, and every second of his patience paid off when he saw the truth swirling in her eyes.
“Okay, Daddy. I trust you.”
Chapter Twelve
Sam
Maybe she was a bit of a control freak, because everything in her wanted to rip open that damn duffel bag and see what he had planned for her tonight. And even though she managed to resist that urge, her mind went to work, picking apart every conversation they’d had about her limits and things she’d been wanting to try over the past few days to see if she could piece something together.
Unfortunately for her, they’d had alotof those conversations. Dylan apparently took the “communication is key” mantra seriously because he’d talked through dozens of different kinks and implements and scenarios with her after she’d agreed to let him play Daddy for the summer.
“Eyes on me, Samantha.”
The command had her gaze snapping back to his face from where it had drifted back to the bag on the bed, her cheeks heating with embarrassment. “Sorry, Daddy.”
His lips curved upward, easing some of the churning in her stomach. “You’re not in trouble, baby. But I do want you toat least try to stop thinking so hard about what’s in that bag. Okay?”
“I’ll try.”
“Good girl. Roll on your tummy for me, babygirl.”
Mind once again racing despite her promises to try and stop thinking so much, she slowly did as she was told, shifting positions so she was stretched out on the rather lovely bed, her head pillowed on her arms.
“Perfection,” he murmured, running a hand over the swell of her ass. “I’ve waited so long to see you just like this, Samantha. So I’m going to take my time and do all the things I’ve been fantasizing about for years now.”
She waited, hoping he’d tell her exactly which fantasies he was talking about, but instead all she got was the sound of the zipper being undone on his bag.
“Hips up, babygirl. Daddy needs to get these pretty panties off you.”
So, something to do with her ass, then. Which wasn’t a huge surprise since she was on her stomach instead of her back, but she was prepared to cling to any little hint she could get.
