He stopped dead when he saw me, his hand still on the handle and his jaw nearly on the floor. His gaze smouldered as he took in my naked and vulnerable form. For just a couple of seconds, his expression was pure lust before he quickly made his expression neutral, as if he’d just realized who he was looking at. He couldn’t neutralize the large bulge in his pants, though.
“Hi, Dad.” I’m pretty sure my blush went all the way down. “I… I lost the keys.
Under my bed.” I shut my eyes tightly. “Oh, shit.”
“Language, Princess.” Just like him. Here I was, stretched out nude, immobilized, and that was the first thing he mentioned. Then it was as if he suddenly realized what state I was in. Hurriedly, he picked up the sheet from next to my bed and spread it over me.
The soft silk didn’t do much to hide my shape, but at least I was covered, even if my nipples poked proudly through the thin fabric. Part of me hoped he didn’t notice, but that other part, the naughty one, prayed that he did.
His gaze flitted around the room, anywhere but on me. Red in the face and shifting his weight uncomfortably from one foot to another, he didn’t know what to do. He always knew what to do. He did what was right, what was proper, but there was really nothing proper about this situation. It may have been the first time I’d seen him like that. I did that to him, I thought proudly.
“There are keys. Under the bed, by the headboard. They fell off. If you could…”
“Of course!” I think he was just happy to have an action to take, something to do. The bed shook when he crawled under it, his solid frame a bit too big. He was a broad–chested man, fit and strong. Oh, the times I’d fantasized about my face against that chest, his curly hairs tickling my cheek. Shit. Not the time, Kaylee.
“Got’em.” The bed shook again as he shimmied back out.
I squeezed my thighs together and wished it was the both of us making the bed shake. God, why did I have to have those thoughts? I already knew what I’d be doing as soon as he left the room, and it would be a good one.
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We both breathed sighs of relief when he unlocked the cuffs. I rubbed my wrists, fee…..
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slightly pink tracks left behind, then sat up. I clutched the silk sheet around me. He probably thought it was modesty, but I did my best to make them tight. I wanted him to look at me like he had when he first entered the room.
You’re being naughty, my mind chided. Little girls aren’t supposed to want their daddies. I couldn’t help it. This little girl did, even if it was wrong.
“So.” He paused, as if bracing himself. “You want to talk about this?” “Not really?” I just wanted him out of the room so I could bury my fingers between my legs.
“Do you do this often?” So much for not wanting to talk about it. I sighed. “Sometimes? It’s never gone wrong before.”
“Listen. Kaylee.” He gathered his thoughts, mulling them over. “What if there’d been a fire? A break–in. Even just us working late. You could have been stuck for hours.” His turn to sigh. “Or worse.”
I kept quiet. It wasn’t even like he was wrong, but practicality and sensibility weren’t sexy. I just wanted him to tear his clothes off, rip away my sheet and take me as I was. Hopefully, he didn’t see my blush as I imagined his broad, hard body over mine, pushing himself into me. Oh God. I shouldn’t be thinking these things.
“I’m not one to dictate what you do to… well, what you do. But I want you to be safe. I love you, Princess. So from now on, I don’t want you doing this if I’m not home.” He took the handcuffs and slipped them into his pocket, along with the keys. “Come ask when you need to.” With that, he got up and left the room.
