Page 162 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“Why?” Polly stepped even closer, until her heaving chest was almost pressed up against mine. “If we aren’t sharing, how will I remember to behave?”
I narrowed my eyes to slits. “You’re a smart girl. I’m sure you’ll manage.”
She fluttered her long lashes at me. “I’m just a naughty girl, who needs a Daddy to help her be good.”
Fuck. She was playing with fire. She was being naughty, but she hadn’t been naughty. Which meant I had absolutely no right to do anything I was about to do.
I did it anyway.
Raising my hand, I pointed toward the bathroom. “Go shower. And get changed. No panties. And wear one of the new pajamas I got you. You’re gonna be Daddy’s girl tonight.”
Polly
Fuck yes.
All day Cas had been hovering between full Daddy and just a protective older brother type. I could tell he wanted to treat me a certain way, but because of Jared, he was holding back.
There was a small part of me that was saying to let it be, and leave well enough alone, Vegas had been a one-off, but an even bigger part of me that wanted to see exactly how far this would go. I was even tempted to get into trouble again, just to see what would happen, but not only would that feel yucky, there really hadn’t been much opportunity to do so.
So when Cas ordered me to strip and show him my bottom, I had to push. I could see the raw heat in his eyes and his tented shorts.
I knew he was barely keeping control of his emotions, and I was tired of controlling mine.
Ever since Vegas when he demanded I let him punish me for my naughtiness, I had seen Cas in a whole new light. I’d always known I liked reading Daddy books, but living it, even for a moment, was a whole new level of addiction.
So I would do what Cas said. Whatever he said. And hope it wasn’t too boring.
As I sauntered to the small, rustic bathroom, and stepped beneath the spray of the shower, I wondered if Cas would join me. Probably not, but a girl could dream.
So I lingered, taking my time washing every inch of skin and shaving more areas than usual, including my pussy. Did Cas like his girls bare? Would he even get to see it? I hoped so, and I wasn’t above taking matters into my own hands to make sure he did.
Eventually, the water began to run cold and I started to worry that I’d given Cas too much time by himself, that the spell would be broken. I stepped out, turned off the water, and wrapped myself in a fluffy towel. Eyeballing the drop-bottom, long-underwear-style pajamas covered in rainbows that Cas had directed me to wear, I picked them up, and held onto them as I stepped into the main room.
Was I being willfully disobedient? Maybe a little, but if Cas wanted me to wear these, he was going to have to put them on me himself.
Cas was sitting in a chair, perusing the pictures he’d taken on his phone. He glanced up when I entered, and his eyebrows raised.
“You’re not dressed.”
I shrugged.
He stood. “I told you to put those pajamas on.”
“I didn’t want to.” My heart raced, thumping in my chest.
Cas folded his arms. “It doesn’t matter what you want, little girl. When Daddy tells you to do something, you do it.”
“Are you Daddy?” I challenged. “It’s hard to tell. You’re so hot and cold.”
He glared, but somehow the expression on his face pushed me to keep going.
“Cas… I… I’ve never had what you’ve given me. And… I didn’t realize how badly I needed it. I can’t… I can’t keep hovering in a space of limbo. I can’t do this part-time, according to your whims. It will hurt too much.” A hot tear streaked unbidden down my cheek. “Fuck,” I swore, wiping it away.
Cas closed the space between us, pulled off my towel, and whipped me around, landing one hard smack on my already sore ass. “Daddy doesn’t like cussing.” He used a hand on my shoulder to whirl me back around to face him.
“Cas,” I started, shaking my head before my eyes met his. The softness, the need, the pure dominance I saw there stopped me in my tracks. Almost. “Cas…” I said again, my tone warning. “I can’t do the hot and cold. If you can’t do this with me, out of some sort of loyalty to my brother, who if we’re being honest, probably wouldn’t care, or even notice…” I shook my head. “I can’t do that. If that’s going to be the case, we should go home tomorrow.”
“I get it, Polly, I do.” He sighed, and I could almost see the war taking place in his brain. “You bring out my Daddy side, in a way nobody else ever has. I’ve always been able to switch it on and off, but with you, it’s always there, lurking, sneaking out. I want it too… to explore this. But I have to wonder if it’s worth what we are potentially giving up.”
