Could she walk? Sure. Do I want to let her out of my grasp? Never.
“You know I don’t like that name,” I growl, pushing us through the backroom door and letting it close behind me.
“You deserved it, you carried me through the whole shop like I was a child!” Roxie says quickly, anger creeping into her eyes, but above it all, I can see just how much she likes it. How much it turned her on.
“Roxanne,” I say loudly, crowding her space, placing one hand against the wall by her head, and gripping the bottom of the helmet so her eyes lock onto mine. “You know I don’t like it when you call me that.”
I can’t see her lips, but I canfeelthe way her jaw drops and the way that my tone hits her. It’s full of promise, need, command.
“Then what should I call you?” she whispers, her voice barely audible through the helmet and if I wasn’t so turned on, I’d chuckle.
“When we’re out and about, with other people around; Ty. But when it’s just us? Do you want to give me a title?” I askher, my tone dark, my voice low. I pull the strap at her chin and lift the helmet off, not willing to be without seeing her face for one more moment. Not when we’re talking about something this serious. Not when I know what she’s been through and I need to know with every ounce of my being that she’s telling me the truth and not performing for me.
“Do you?” I ask again, setting the helmet on the counter as I step into her space a little more.
“Yeah,” she breathes the answer like she’s breathing life into me. Anticipation surges through my body like I’m at the edge of something monumental. “I really do.”
“What do you want to call me,cariño? What name do you want to whisper, to call for, toscream?” I drop my tone even lower at the last word, stepping into her space once more so that my words press against the skin of her neck and make her shiver.
“God,” she moans softly, pressing her body against mine, her fingers twisting in my shirt.
“Next,” I smirk, pulling back to look her in the eye so she knows I’m just teasing.
“You don’t like God?” She smirks right back, that teasing confident tone making me want to bite her lip.
“I feel like we’ll be smited the first time I feed you my cock and you call me your God in between thrusts.” Her thighs press together just enough that I can tell that my words caused her to imagine that scene perfectly.
“But what a way to go,” she sighs wistfully. “Fine,Daddy.”
The moment that word leaves her lips, especially with that slight teasing tilt…my cock starts to harden.
“You want to call me Daddy, baby?” My hand comes up to cup her jaw softly, her warm skin making mine burn.
“No, Ty. I want to call youMaster,” she says with heavy sarcasm, rolling her eyes with a smirk.
There’s a knowing look that she has in her eye like she’s remembering something, and I so badly want to know what it is.
“You’re… I want to feel that you’re taking care of me, even when I push and brat at you. I want to feel that you’re always going to be there for me, that we aren’t going to be apart any more. I want to know that you’re going to spank me for mouthing off, but I also want to know you never want to be without me. I want to feel like I’m your priority, andget to be myself, and in return… I’ll be everything for you. Gladly, willingly, wholly.” With each word she says, the hold over my control gets thinner and thinner. She’s speaking like her words are a vow, and I’m taking them as such.
I’ll be whatever she wants me to be. The fact that she wants that from me? The fact that she wants to call methat, that I now know what it stands for in her mind?I didn’t know just how much I wanted that…until it fell from her lips.
My hand moves to cup the back of her neck and pull her closer to me, her eyes widening with the movement and I see that little spark of defiance.
I’ve got a brat on my hands and I’m going to need to learn how to handle her. Quick.
I’m so excited.
“I can do that,cariño,” I say against her lips, stealing the breath from her as I kiss her deeply, sealing the vow between us. I’ll make sure she never feels like she’s anything less than everything to me from now on. I’ll do everything I possibly can to make sure she’s free, but willingly connected to me.“Call meDaddyfrom now on when we’re alone. Got it?”
“Are you going to make me?” Her head tilts when she mouths off and I feel the zing of challenge run through me.
I fuckingloveit.
“Oh yeah, baby.” I pull her closer to me by the back of her neck, slipping my hand up the back of her head to cradle it in my hand. “I’ll make you.”
It’s heavy and deep and much too dirty for the back room of the place where I work.
But I can’t help it. I want to be attached to her at all fucking times. I want to be able to kiss her at any moment. I want to be able to pull her onto my lap just so I can hold her close and fuck her senseless–so she only ever remembers me.Ty. Her Daddy.My hands slide down to the backs of her thighs and I pull her up to me, pinning her between me and the wall with a softthud.
