"Yeah?" I grin. "How big are we talking here?"
"B-big."
"Would you still feel it tomorrow?" I ask, my hand sliding to her thigh. I slip it higher, pressing it between her legs. "If it were right here, would you remember it?"
"Yes," she moans, her eyes heating.
I grind my palm against her, just to hear that sharp intake of breath and the way it stutters out.
"Do you still feel me right here, baby girl?" I press my lips to the side of her throat. "Are you all achy for me?"
"Yes," she whimpers, and then, in the tiniest of whispers, "Daddy."
Fuck. I love that. I just want to eat her all up whenever she says it.
I reward her by grinding my palm against her pussy again, and then just rest my hand there, leaving it. I want her to get used tome—to being touched, to being loved, to being stripped of every defense. It's what she needs. It's what she craves, too.
"What else did you do at work this morning?" I ask, brushing hair away from her face so I can see every little tremble.
"M-Mostly read," she whispers.
I lean forward, tugging her book from my back pocket. "This book?"
She jerks her head in a shaky nod.
"What do you like about it?"
"I don't know."
I make a sound, turning her head until she meets my gaze. "You know, baby girl. Give me that sweet voice."
"I…I like the way he sees her," she whispers, her voice halting. "I like the way he t-treats her. Even when everyone else in her life doesn't really know who she is, he does."
"Who is she?"
"Me." She bites her lip. "I mean…she isn't me, but…"
"But you see yourself in her," I murmur.
"Yeah." She nods. "She doesn't have a family either. I guess I can relate to that."
Fuck. I knew her family wasn't around, but pieces are beginning to align, and I don't fucking like the picture they're painting.
"And I guess…I guess I relate to w-wanting the things she does," she says, her voice a scrap of sound.
"What kind of things?"
"Family, security," she whispers, her voice shaking as she looks up at me. "Um…a…"
"A Daddy," I say.
Her head jerks in another nod, more sharply than before.
"Good girl," I breathe, brushing my lips across her temple. She melts into me, resting her head on my shoulder.
"I've never told anyone that before."
"Me either."
