Page 5 of Soldier Daddy’s Submissive Little

I looked up at him through lashes that were wet from tears. “What was I to do with myself had you not returned? Why didn’t you reach out, a phone call, at least?”

He closed his eyes, a pained expression fleetingly crossing his features. “There was no way I could, Vanessa.”

I’m left hanging for three months and all I get is 'There was no way I could'?

“No way you could what? Call me? Text me?” My voice riding from a breathy whisper to a near scream. He tried to silence me with a kiss but I pushed at his chest, determined to get a satisfactory answer. “Talk to me, Oscar!”

Nothing prepared me for the kind of response I got.

“Goddammit, woman! Do you know what I’ve been juggling all these while? I was in life and death situations and somehow you’re still whining about how I didn’t call or text. If I were to be dead, would all that even matter?” he thundered at me, causing me to shudder involuntarily.

The walls seemed to vibrate as he spoke. I had never seen him that angry before and I had to admit, it was pretty scary. He was talking about not being able to reaching out but I could tell it ran a lot deeper than that.

I could see him get angrier and all it did was turn me on, appreciably. The way his jaw tightened, the tic in his temple, the sharpness of his cheekbone as he tried to hold back things that were probably too hurtful for me to hear.

I felt myself slowly creep into littlespace. What a terrible timing to be turned on. I tried not to slip in so quickly but it had gotten a lot easier for me to get into littlespace since the time Oscar told me about it being normal. It was something I slipped in and out of even when he was not around and now that Daddy's back, I want to be there for him as much as he would let me.

My head lolled against his lower chest, burrowing and seeking comfort in his warm torso.

“I missed you, Daddy.”

I heard his breath catch and his hands found their way to my ass, kneading and slightly pinching through the tight, stretchy fabric. The little pinpricks of pain were like tiny shockwaves running through my body and there was no saying where the next one would land.

“Daddy, are you angry with me?”

I held my breath as his hands ran up my hips to the sides of my ribs, stopping mere centimeters from my breasts. I sighed, wondering why he had to stop like that. Slowly, his large hand eased on to my breast, nearly covering the entire mound, but not quite.

I nearly screamed in frustration when he only squeezed them ever so slightly, his heavy breathing almost in sync with mine.

“You’ve been naughty, Princess. Very naughty.”

He called me Princess! His normally deep, throaty voice was husky with arousal and I could feel his hard on pressing into my abdomen.

Without warning, he smacked my ass, eliciting a shocked shriek from me. It hurt, but it was a good kind of pain. It in fact, made me a lot hornier than I already was.

“Daddy, please…” I purred, noting the hungry look that settled on his face when I said please. Please, was our come-on word of some sort and I particularly love the effect it has on him when I say please like that.

He looked down at me sternly, removing his hand from my breast. I whined, not wanting him to leave me just yet.

“Being polite wouldn’t save you now. Who said you’re allowed to have male visitors sleep over?”

I swallowed and blinked rapidly.

Shit. I’m so in trouble.

CHAPTER FIVE

Oscar

“Being polite wouldn’t save you now. Who said you’re allowed to have male visitors sleep over?”

She looked up at me, her expression mixed and hard to read. Knowing Vanessa and her scent, I knew she hadn’t been intimate with any guy since I left. Or at least, not recently, and definitely not last night. That’s what I desperately tried to believe.

“Come on, spill Baddie. Who’s the redheaded bloke?” I asked softly, trying to mask the possessive anger that had been welling up in me right from when I sat in the car. She swallowed, a hint of reverential fear showing in her magnetic green eyes. It was hard to look away from those alluring eyes of hers that I hadn’t seen in the flesh for months.

Her rose-colored lips began to form words and noticing how sexy her Cupid’s bow looked was inevitable. I felt like sampling those juicy lips, running my tongue along the outlines, biting that pert, little corner of her lower lip, enjoying her squirming as she held her breath anticipating a grand kiss, then I’d tease her some more…

“It’s Clark…from my former workplace. We met out for drinks only, I promise!”