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“Daddy can’t fix things you don’t tell me about.” He was right about that. “While I can read body language, normally, I can’t see what’s going on in your head. Wish I could, though, it would make things a lot easier at times.”

“You just want everything easy?” she asked. “Maybe I should just leave then since I’m noteasy. Managing diabetes isn’t easy.”

Daddy shook his head. “Didn’t say I wantedeverythingeasy. You having diabetes isn’t hard. Is it a learning curve? Absolutely, but we are in this together, which makes it easier. We are going to lean on each other. Now, tell Daddy why you’re frustrated.”

She looked at Daddy and he returned her gaze. He gave her a smile before turning back to face the road.

“Don’t think that your stalling is going to make this conversation not happen. If we get to the farm and you still haven’t told me, you’ll still be telling me in my office,” he informed her.

Sammi looked away and took a deep breath in. She didn’t want to have this conversation in his office where anybody could walk in. She figured since he was coming back to work that he wouldn’t lock the door when she was in there. Not unless she was getting a spanking.

“Why am I getting frustrated? Why am I frustrated? Do you not want me sexually?” She found herself word-vomiting before she could fully think of it.

That was the only way she was going to be able to tell him. The words coming out before she could think too much about them and chickening out. She would rather be having this conversation in the car than in his office where anybody could walk in.

“Of course I want you sexually,” he replied like it was obvious.

“Then why haven’t you touched me? Why haven’t we given each other pleasure? Why haven’t we had sex?” she rapid-fired. “That’s why I’m frustrated because I haven’t come in several weeks.”

She was getting more comfortable talking about this now. Sammi had tried to give herself pleasure, but she usually failed to actually make herself come. Maybe she was overthinking it, but she couldn’t stop her brain.

“I was giving you time. I didn’t want to rush you. I wanted to make sure that you actually wanted something to do with me, and that I wasn’t forcing you into anything.” His voice was soft as he explained. “I have thought about spreading you over my desk while eating you out. I’ve thought about you kneeling in front of me, sucking me off. Don’t think I don’t want you because I do. I really do, but so much has gone on, and I don’t want to overwhelm you anymore.”

And there he went being all kind. She was trying to be annoyed with him because she was in need, but she couldn’t when he was thinking about trying to make her comfortable.

“You’ve got to stop,” she groaned, leaning back in her seat.

“Stop what?” Daddy asked as he pulled into his parking spot.

“Being so considerate,” she wailed, not fully meaning it. “I mean, don’t stop, but stop.”

Daddy turned to face her and cupped her cheeks. “Stop because you don’t want to be frustrated with me, but don’t stop because you like how considerate I am?”

“How did you know?” she whispered.

“Daddies just know these things. And to let you know, I’m never going to stop. You are my top priority. I’mnevergoing to stop being considerate and putting you first.” He kissed her forehead. “Now, when we get home, and if you are still up for it, we can do some fun things.”

Sammi’s cheeks heated and she was sure they were turning red.

“Getting all shy on me now?” Daddy cooed at her. “My precious Little One.”

“Sounds like you are calling me your precious.” She giggled. “Like Gollum did in the Lord of the Rings.”

Daddy leaned his head back, and he laughed hard. “I guess it does. But you are my precious.All mine.”

Sammi patted his chest. “You may need to get that checked out. You know, you being all possessive and all. Well, actually you shouldn’t because I do like that side of you. Maybe just the part with you calling meyour precious.”

Daddy kissed her lips quickly and pulled back. “Let’s go to my office.”

She sighed and waited for Daddy to come around and help her out. She had been hoping to stall him a while longer, so he would decide to go home, but no such luck.

“Come on.” Daddy held his hand out. “I’ve got coloring stuff and your stuffed animal in my office.”

“You have Tinkle?” Sammi gasped. “I’ve been looking for him!”

“Tinkle was hanging out of your locker, so Ezekiel found him and put him on my desk,” Daddy explained.

Her face went white as he said Ezekiel’s name.

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