Page 13 of Stalker Daddy

“I’m sorry,” she mutters.

Her eyes are adamant on the papers as I inch closer to the bed.I had turned off the lights around the cabin and encased the second floor in dull lights from the moon with the help of the night lamp by her side.

I climb into the bed, my bare skin grazes on the soft duvet as the heat from her body travels to mine.Her small hands flop the papers on her face and the only thing peeking out is the red tips of her ears.

“About earlier…” she whispers with a strangled choke.

I was never the one to beat around the bushes.“I’m not.”

Fia hiccups in shock, big doe eyes catching mine with mortification raging in them.“What?”

“I don’t mind you calling me that.”

She jerks her head back to face the sheets of music, but I take them away from her grasping fingers.Her strength is not matchable to mine, and I put them on her nightstand as her breath hitches when I lean over her tiny body.

“But—”

I raise an interrogative eyebrow.“But what?”

She quiets down, uncertain and faltering as she kneads the duvet.“I don’t know.”

I turn with a hand pushing down her pillow and the other hand cradling her pink cheek, and I keep her attention on me with a mere pinch of strength traveling to her jaw.

It’s a gesture that she has experienced from me on multiple occasions, and she knows the meaning behind it—a possessive, controlling, anddegradingdemand for obedience.

“Do you want me to be?”

As expected, Fia’s face turns sweltering red with heat sizzling under my fingers.She shyly pulls her face back, eyes unfocused and scared as I keep my hand on her to let her know that I am not at all repelled by that notion.

“N-no,” she murmurs lowly.“No, no… um, no.”

It’s not an easy concept to come to terms with, but I’m willing to take the time to help her divulge into that role.She wants it, she wants to be my darling girl, but she’s scared of what it encompasses.

“Daddy doesn’t like liars, darling girl.”

She sniffles weakly, doe eyes sitting in unshed tears.I can’t tell what they are from, but it is a visceral image that imprints in my heart.

My darling is so pretty.

“I’m sorry.”She coughs, restless fingers pulling at the duvet.“I-I don’t—I… I’m sorry, I know it’s not normal.I’m sorry!”

“It’s perfectly normal,” I croon with a gentle stroke of her cheek.

The aspect of her inexperience in relationships is warped and she doesn’t understand that there are connections based on what I want from her.She wouldn’t be the first pretty little thing to have a Daddy.

“It is?”she whispers in awe as a hint of hope shines in her eyes.

“Yes, it is.”I nod with steady caresses of her face.“It’s not talked about much.Do you know why?”

She shakes her head with curious eyes.“Why?”

“It’s built on the ultimate trust between two people, and maybe more if the relationship is formed on polyamory.”

The word ‘polyamory’ interests her, but it leaves her curiosity just as fast.I wasn’t going to stay on that, either.We will be monogamous.I am too possessive to have another man put his hands on my darling.I would go crazy with jealousy and wonder where I lack that she would need another man to fulfill her need.

“When I become your Daddy and you become my darling, we are in the deepest level of trust.”

Her eyes widen even more with wonder and dare I say a bit of love behind the appreciation of my hand supporting the symbolic weight of this change in our relationship.

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