Page 29 of Protected By Her Daddy

“Gently, little one, gently.” I press my palms to her cheeks to hold her still.

“No,” she moans, tipping forward to kiss me again.

“Fuck, little bird. I don’t want to lose control with you.”

“I do. I don’t want gentle. I just want you.”

She makes me hotter than hell, stoking my desire into a blazing inferno. I struggle to keep my head as I slide my hands down her back and over the lush curve of her ass, tugging up her dress.

Surprise jams the breath in my lungs as my palms encounter naked, satiny skin. I rear back to look at her. Dear God. “No panties?”

Her cheeks flush crimson. “The dress is tight. I didn’t want a line.”

“You went out with no underwear? Where any man could’ve glimpsed what belongs to me?” I move my hand between her thighs. “My pussy?”

“I’m sorry. I?—”

“Oh, you’ll be sorry, little one,” I say softly. “And sore after you’ve received your punishment.”

Wren squeals as I scoop her into my arms and head for my bedroom—our bedroom. “What are you doing?”

“You’ve been a naughty girl. And naughty girls get punished.”

I set her on her feet in the bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed. Grabbing a pillow, I place it on my thighs. I’d rather have her directly against me, but I’m conscious she’s still healing. Her comfort will always come first.

“Come here.”

She swallows audibly but does as I ask.

“Turn around.”

Slowly, she turns so her back is to me.

I reach up and lower her zip. “Take off your dress.”

She faces me again, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. When she speaks, her words are barely a whisper. “I’ve never done this before. Never been naked with a man, I mean. You were… you were my first kiss.”

It takes a full minute for her meaning to hit me. When it does, I almost choke on my tongue. The knowledge that no one has ever kissed or touched her but me is like gasoline to my lust. “You’re a virgin?”

Wren nods. “I never wanted to… with anyone… until you.”

Fuck. I dig my fingers into my knees to stop myself from reaching for her. My little bird is an innocent. I can’t fucking wait to dirty her up.

“You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met, Wren Roberts. And tonight, I’m going to make you my woman,” I say roughly. I pause, capturing her sapphire gaze. “I will never hurt you, never take you beyond your limits, but this is how we play, little one. If you don’t like something, or if anything bothers your shoulder, tell me, and I’ll stop. Do you trust me?”

It’s a huge question, but we can’t do this unless she does.

Minutes pass before Wren finally nods, allowing the weight of her world to rest on my shoulders. Her expression is resolute despite the glimmer of uncertainty in her blue eyes. “Yes, Gabe. I-I trust you.”

My heart stumbles in my chest. I want to pull her into my arms and tell her how proud I am of her. But first, I need her submission.

“Good girl. Now, do as I asked and take off your dress.”

Taking a deep breath, she slides the straps off her shoulders. The dress slithers down her body, pooling at her feet in a puddle of crimson.

I drink her in. Dear God, she’s beautiful. Everywhere. Silver-blonde hair, soft curves, and long legs. She’s naked apart from the lacy bra cupping her tits. They’re not too small, not too big. I already know they’ll fit perfectly in my hands. She doesn’t shave or wax her pussy, the silken hair dusting her mound protecting her womanly secrets.

The scar on her shoulder is like a claret brushstroke against her pale skin. Smaller scars dot her arms and legs, reminding me of Gregory’s abuse. I grind my teeth but push the anger aside, not wanting thoughts of that fucker to intrude on this moment.

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