Page 28 of Protected By Her Daddy

I press my forehead to hers, my body shaking with laughter. “God, you’re precious. That works for some people, but it’s not what I want, sweetheart. I just want to take care of you. Protect you. Give you everything you need.”

Wren sighs theatrically. “Well, that sounds like sheer hell.”

Laughter erupts from me again. “Or heaven.”

“Heaven,” she whispers. “I want that with you, Gabe. I did some research after that day on the rooftop when I called you Daddy. I wanted to learn about the dynamics of the relationship.”

I smooth my hands down her bare arms, relishing her silky skin. “And what did you learn?”

“That’s it’s not about me having daddy issues or you wanting to replace my father. It’s about a consensual relationship where one partner takes on the role of a caregiver while the other embraces the role of a Little. You would be my daddy, protect and care for me, and I would choose to obey you.” Her nose wrinkles, and fuck, if it’s not the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. “Is… is that right?”

I almost smile at her innocent explanation. “That’s exactly right. Is that something you want?”

“Would it only be in the bedroom? Or part of everyday life?”

“It can be whatever we want it to be. Believe it or not, this is all new to me too. My one and only relationship ended more than fifteen years ago. I always knew something was missing, but I could never put my finger on it. Taking care of people is in my DNA, but when it came to a sexual relationship, I knew it had to be with the right woman. A woman who needed a Daddy. So I was prepared to wait. I’m glad I did because I stumbled across the right woman in a dingy alley, fighting for her life.”

Wren’s mouth drops open. “You’ve only been with one woman? How is that possible? I mean, look at you.”

I shrug. “I’ve always known what I wanted. And you’re it.”

“Wait, wait.” She shakes her head as she tries to catch up. “You’ve been waiting? For me? For fifteen years?”

“Give or take. I knew you were mine the second I looked into your eyes in that alley, Wren.”

“Oh. Oh.” She’s quiet for a moment as she absorbs the full weight of my words. Then her eyes lift to mine and she blows out a shaky breath. “I want to stay, Gabriel.” Her cheeks bloom pink as she steps closer. “I want to stay here with you as your little girl for as long as you’ll have me.”

Fuck. I close my eyes briefly and swallow hard. Swallow again. My voice is hoarse as I ask, “Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that?”

She smiles. “About as long as I’ve wanted to say it?”

I huff a laugh. “Are you sure, little bird? Because staying for as long as I want you means staying forever.”

She pushes onto her tiptoes and presses her mouth to mine. “I’m sure, Daddy,” she whispers against my lips.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Wren’s kiss is clumsy, inexperienced. But, damn, if it’s not the best kiss I’ve ever had because it’s her body pressing against mine, her lips moving tentatively over my mouth, her tongue hesitant as it strokes my bottom lip.

Wrapping my arms around her, I haul her closer with a groan, taking over the kiss. She opens for me, and my tongue delves inside, tasting her, learning every sweet inch of her mouth.

I kiss her like the world is ending, like she’s the last woman I’ll ever kiss with passion. Because she is. Wren is it for me. I know it in my bones. I’ve been waiting for her—the woman who sets my soul on fire and fills the empty spaces in my heart. Fifteen years of abstinence has led to this moment. To my little bird.

When I pull back, Wren’s eyes are dazed, her mouth swollen, her chest rising and falling erratically.

I caress her cheek. “My home is yours. But I want you to stay because it’s what you want, not because you have no other choices.”

Her eyes hold mine unflinchingly. “I want this, Gabe. I want you. I want this… whatever this is between us. I want it all. With you.”

A possessive beast roars to life in my chest. “Then that makes you mine, Wren. Understand? Mine to touch. Mine to pleasure. Mine to protect and cherish.”

Wren nods. “I’m yours, Gabe. Only yours.”

Her words hit me like a freight train. I look deep into her cornflower blue eyes, seeing a fierce emotion that I’m sure is reflected in mine—an emotion neither of us is ready to name yet.

Her hands open and close on my arms. “Please, kiss me, Daddy.” It’s a whisper. A dare. A hope.

Fuck, she’s so warm, so soft as she slides against my body. So endlessly desirable. She wriggles in my arms, clawing at my shoulders.

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