Boss Daddy, page 28
He thought about having her lie down, but that might be a bit much this first time. Instead, he reached for her sweatpants, then crouched down at her feet, holding them out.
“Put your hands on my shoulders, baby.”
He waited until she’d done as ordered, then got her to lift her feet one at a time so he could slip her pants on. Then he tugged them up above her knees before standing.
“Arms up.”
He saw her swallow heavily.
“You can always tell me to slow down. That you want to stop, understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She raised her hands as she spoke, and he drew her dress up over her head.
He had to take a moment to remind himself that he wasn’t undressing her for other reasons. His dick was hard, pressing against his pants, and when she took a look down, he knew that she knew.
But she didn’t shy back. No, instead, she licked her lips.
“You look hungry, baby girl,” he whispered. “But not for food.”
She glanced up at him, her breath coming faster. “I . . . what do you mean?”
“I think you know. You like the idea of taking my dick into your mouth.”
She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them, glaring down at him. “You’re not making things easy.”
“Poor baby,” he said with false sympathy. “Tell me.”
“I . . . yes . . . but I have no idea if I’d be any good,” she said quickly. “I’ve only done it once with my high school boyfriend. I like reading about . . . about that in my stories. When the heroine goes down on her knees to give the hero a . . . a blow job.”
He had to strain to hear her.
“I’ve dreamed of that too. Although you should know by now that I’m not the hero of the story.”
She raised her chin. “Says who? I say you’re my hero.”
He cupped her face between his hands. “Is that so?”
“Yep.”
“And you want to suck my dick?”
She licked her lips, looking nervous. “Y-yes. But like I said, I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
“Darling girl, I like that you don’t know what you’re doing. It means I can teach you everything I like.” He ran his thumb along her bottom lip. Her mouth parted, her breath coming in soft pants. He slid his thumb into her mouth, loving the way her eyes took on a dazed look.
Oh, it seemed she really did like the idea of this. He slowly slid his thumb in and out of her mouth before removing it.
He ran his wet thumb over the top of her breasts. She glanced down, watching him.
“Was there anything else you liked?”
“Um . . . I . . . shoot . . .” She was so red that he paused the movement of his thumb.
Jesus, asshole, you’re meant to be getting her dressed here. Not driving you both to the point of no return.
“It must be good if you’ve gotten this red. Tell me.”
She shook her head.
“Tell me. You won’t be getting my dick in your mouth until you do.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. “That’s just mean.”
He had to hold back a smile. No one had ever called him nice.
“I liked when he’d call her good girl and stuff like that.”
Ahh, she liked praise kink? That made sense. And it was something he was more than happy to give her.
“I might have to read these books of yours.”
“What? Nooo!” She stared up at him with wide eyes. “You can’t!”
“But how will I know what else you like?”
“I don’t even know if I’ll like any of it. I mean . . . reading about it and getting turned on is different from living it.”
“You won’t know until you try it.”
“But what if you . . . I mean, you don’t have to do anything you don’t like.”
“Baby girl, if I’m touching you, I’ll like it. I can promise you that.” Bending down, he kissed each of her breasts just above her bra. Then he knelt in front of her, kissing his way down her tummy. He paused to glance up at her. Her face was filled with pleasure.
Perfect.
He placed a final kiss right on top of her mound.
She let out a small whimper. But he forced himself to draw her sweatpants up, covering her panties. And then he stood back up to get her T-shirt.
He’d gotten a hint of her scent and his mouth was watering.
He managed to get her fully dressed, even putting her slippers on. She was pouting and he tapped her lower lip. “This is cute. But you need to put it away as it won’t get you your own way.”
She sighed, looking so put out that he nearly smiled.
Definitely going to keep him on his toes.
Picking up Ricky Rhino, he handed her the toy before grabbing another blanket. Then taking hold of her hand, he led her downstairs to his office.
“Time for your nap, baby girl.”
“I don’t feel like napping.”
“I want you to try. For Daddy. Otherwise, it’s going to be a very early bedtime for you and I thought you might want to snuggle on the couch with me after dinner.”
She practically dove onto the sofa. He tucked the blanket around her, watching as she rubbed at her nose again. He definitely needed to get her a pacifier to try.
“Is Ricky Rhino comfortable?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Is my baby girl good?”
“Uh-huh. But I still don’t think I’m going to sleep, Daddy.”
“You will. Because you’re a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you? Close your eyes. That’s it.” He ran his fingers through her hair as he spoke to her. “I want my precious girl to think nice thoughts. Look at you, obeying Daddy so beautifully.” He kept speaking to her softly, running his fingers over her scalp until her breathing grew slower and she drifted off to sleep.
Wasn’t going to nap, huh?
He moved to his desk, but instead of getting started on the huge list of things he had to do, he opened his laptop. He brought up sites which sold things for Little girls. Then he went onto things that might help with anxiety and nightmares.
Hmm, he wondered how she’d feel about a therapy pod. It wouldn’t hurt. And he liked the idea of her curling up in it while he worked, sitting in the sun or beside him where he could reach out and touch her whenever he wanted.
Yeah, he liked that idea a lot.
His phone started vibrating and as he slipped out to answer it, he saw it was an unknown caller.
He knew of one person it could be.
After glancing around to make sure he was alone, he answered the call.
“Hello?” he said cautiously.
“You need a hobby. Or maybe you just need to wank more often. That’s what the Brits call it. Wanking. I like that word. I’m also fond of poaching the egg or marching the penguin.”
“Fox,” he growled. “Why are you talking about masturbating?”
“So you are familiar with it. I was just saying that maybe if you celebrated palm Sunday more often, then you’d be calling and leaving me messages less often.”
He sighed. Seemed the Fox was annoyed with him. “You went on radio silence. I was concerned.”
“Concerned? About what? About my ability to get the job done? I thought I had proven myself.”
“You have. I was worried something had happened to you.”
There was silence on the other end. Was that a mistake? It wasn’t like he knew the other man that well. And there had been longer patches of time where he’d gone silent.
“Why would you be concerned about me?” the Fox asked smoothly. “Ahh, I was concerned about this happening.”
“What happening?”
“You’ve succumbed to my charisma.”
“What?”
“It’s all right. It’s not your fault. I try to rein it in, but it’s pretty potent. I’ve had a lot of men fall prey to it. I must have spent too much time in your presence.”
“Ahh, no, it’s not that.”
“I mean, no offense, you’re pretty to look at and all. But you’re not quite my type. I’m a Top, and while I could probably get you to submit, it seems like it would take some effort. And frankly, the idea of spanking your ass just doesn’t do it for me.”
“I . . . I . . .” He was speechless. What the fuck did he say to that? “I wasn’t concerned because I want you!”
“Are you sure?” the Fox drawled in a dark voice. “Because I’m not sure why else you’d be worried. You know how good I am at my job. That I can take care of myself. So any concern of yours would be an insult as you’d be implying I wasn’t good at either of those things.”
Prickly bastard.
Dimitri closed his eyes.
“Someone shot at me. Did you know that?” He thought it might be a good time to change the subject. For the sake of his sanity. And his life. He peeked in on his girl and saw she was still sleeping with Ricky Rhino held tight against her. She had her thumb in her mouth.
Fucking adorable.
“Well, I’m certain you have lots of people who’d like to take a shot at you. You’re a loan shark, you own a bar that doesn’t have the best reputation, a nightclub that seems on the up-and-up but which I’m sure is used for other things. You’re mixed up in a whole lot of shady shit.”
Said the assassin to the crime lord.
Sounded like the start of a bad joke.
“As far as I know, there’s only one person after my blood.”
“Funny how he hasn’t tried to spill any yet then, isn’t it?” the Fox mused.
What did that mean?
Actually, he knew exactly what the Fox meant. Mr. X had warned him off a while ago but hadn’t come at him properly. Not until now.
And had he been trying to kill him or capture him?
“One of my bartenders tried to drug me.” Something that pissed him off more than the mercs that had been sent after him. Well, it would have, if Dahlia hadn’t been involved in the gunfight . . . she could have been harmed.
Un-fucking-acceptable.
“I’ll do some looking into it.”
He frowned but didn’t question the other man. The Fox always did what he said he would . . . just sometimes not in the way you expected.
“Right. Thanks. Anything else?”
“There’s always something else,” the Fox purred back. “But in this case, I have news on the auction.”
He looked up to see Gray entering through the front door.
In the clothes he’d been wearing last night.
Interesting.
“Is it starting up again?” he asked.
Gray eyed him, obviously seeing something in his posture that made him walk closer.
“Of course. Takes more than one trap to take out an infestation of rats.”
Sometimes, he had little idea of what the Fox was saying.
“Will you be able to get another invitation?” he asked.
“Fox?” Gray mouthed.
He nodded and the other man scowled. Hmm, he’d actually been looking relaxed when he’d walked in.
What was going on with him? He never looked like this.
“I already have one. It’s in a month’s time.”
“A month? That long?”
“Well, we did interrupt their supply. Mr. X must have found someone to bring more girls in. That’s what I’m working on, the shipping route.”
“Right. That’s good.” He had to tread carefully with the Fox. He’d already pushed him. But still . . . “Gray wants to come to this auction.”
Gray nodded emphatically.
There was silence.
Fuck.
“He can’t come in, they’ll get suspicious if I bring security now.”
“Even after what happened last time? Couldn’t you claim that it made you nervous?” he asked.
The Fox grunted. “I’ll see what I can do. Now, why don’t you go make the monkey squeal?”
Was that even a saying? At this point, he had no idea.
“I’d have thought you had enough on your hands with that Little girl you’ve got, rather than worrying over me.”
The call ended and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in and letting it out slowly.
He knew about Dahlia? It wasn’t surprising. But that likely meant that he’d known about everything else.
Why was the asshole so cryptic? With everything?
“What did he say?” Gray snapped. “You know, we can do this without him.”
No. They couldn’t.
“He’s got another invite into the auctions. A month’s time. He’ll see about getting you in.”
“Fucker.”
Markovich grunted, but didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to fan the flames of Gray’s irritation with the Fox. “Were you out all night?”
Gray raised his eyebrows. “Wasn’t aware that I had a curfew, Dad.”
He barely managed not to roll his eyes.
“How’s Dahlia?” Concern entered Gray’s eyes.
“She’s sleeping right now.” He took another look at her through the office door. It was hard to stay away from her. “She told me what happened to her.”
“And?” Gray asked.
“And as soon as I figure a few things out, we’re going hunting.”
“Good,” Gray said with a sharp grin. “I’m looking forward to it. You heard from Emme?”
“Yeah, I’ve had messages and photos. She’s having a good time. They’ll be back this weekend.”
“You going to introduce them?”
“Of course.” They were the two most important people in his life. “Dahlia could use a friend.” Much as he wished to keep her to himself, he knew that was something she needed. “So you’re not going to tell me what’s going on with you?”
Gray shrugged. “Nothing to do with business.”
“Ahh, so pleasure. You’ve met someone?” He’d never known Gray to get serious about a woman. Ever.
Gray gave him a warning look, but there was no heat in it. Before he could question him further, Dahlia let out a low cry and he moved toward her.
But he’d make sure to question Gray later.
29
“Time for bed, baby girl.”
She glanced at the clock. Nine-thirty. He had to be kidding her. Nine-thirty wasn’t bedtime. There’s no way she’d be able to sleep, especially not after her nap this afternoon.
She couldn’t believe she’d actually slept on the sofa in his office. Afterward, she’d wheedled him into taking her outside for a walk around the grounds. She’d been feeling kind of stiff and achy and the walk helped a lot.
After dinner, they’d settled down on the couch to watch a movie.
And frankly, it was one of the best days of her life. And considering what she’d off-loaded on him this morning and that she’d experienced her first timeout, that was saying something.
“Just one more movie,” she begged. “Please, Daddy.”
Gray had joined them for dinner and he’d seemed different somehow. More relaxed. He’d disappeared soon after, leaving them to their movie night.
“No more movies. Bedtime.” He stood and untangled her from the blanket.
She didn’t want to go to bed alone. But could she ask him to stay with her?
Ask for whatever you need.
God, she wished it was that simple.
She tidied up the blankets, taking her time so she could stall.
“L’venok,” he said warningly.
“Yes?”
“Come on.” He held out his hand to her. She slid her hand into his and he led her from the room. She had Ricky Rhino in her other hand. He didn’t seem to care that she liked to carry him around. And she was wearing her rhino slippers. When Gray ate dinner with them, he’d told her that he thought they were cute.
There was something going on with him. Personality transplant? Maybe.
“Do you need me to carry you up the stairs?” Dimitri asked.
“What? No!”
He glanced down at her. “You sure? Because you’re moving as slow as a sloth.”
“I love sloths. Don’t you just love sloths?” she asked.
“Ah, I’ve never thought about them much before.”
She gasped dramatically, placing her hand over her chest as they headed up the stairs. He held her other hand tightly. “Daddy, how can you have never thought about sloths?”
“They’ve just never been on my priority list.”
She shook her head. “I’m not sure we can be friends if you don’t like sloths.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like them.”
“Just as well.” Whew, that was a close call.
“While you might think sloths are a good diversionary tactic, I want to know why you look like you’re going to the gallows.” They’d reached the top of the stairs, and he led her toward her bedroom.
“I just . . . well . . . I’m not going to be able to sleep.”
“You still look tired.”
“It’s not that. I don’t want to be on my own,” she whispered.
“That’s good.”
It was? How was that good?
He opened her door and just walked on in like he owned the place.
Oh, wait . . . he did.
“It’s good because you weren’t going to be allowed to sleep on your own.”
She stilled, putting her hands on her hips. “Allowed?”
He turned to face her. “You heard me. Allowed. Remember who is in charge. If I have my way, you’re not sleeping on your own ever again.”
That sounded . . .
Amazing.
But still . . . she didn’t like the word allowed. It should be banned. She wondered who she could talk to about that.
“Are you sleeping on the sofa?” she asked, staring over at the sofa she’d spent every night sleeping behind since she’d arrived.
“Nope.”
“I’m sleeping on the sofa?” she asked.
He narrowed that icy blue gaze. She felt sure that in another life he must have been royalty. Haughty, arrogant, and powerful.
But also sexy, dangerous, and sometimes sweet.
It was an insane mix. One she seemed to really, really like.
“Definitely not. And you’re not sleeping behind the sofa either. Let’s get your pajamas. Do you need any of these other toys to sleep?”
“Uh, no.” She frowned at where he gestured to her rescues. “You’re sleeping with me?”
