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“I can never show my face here again,” she whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“Ezekiel saw my stuffed animal. He’s going to think I’m weird for having one!” she exclaimed.

“Little One, no, he won’t. Ezekiel is a Daddy Dom as well, so you have nothing to worry about. And who cares if they see that you have a stuffed animal? They aren’t going to say anything if they see Tinkle.”

That didn’t comfort her at all. She could sort of handle the conversation, but it was what she couldn’t hear, their thoughts, that worried her.

“Grab onto of Daddy’s hand.” He held it out for her.

“Why?” she whined. “I don’t need to hold it.”

“Because Daddy said so.”

She let out a humph and took his hand, letting him guide her to his office. She understood holding his hand when they were in a parking lot where there could be cars not looking out carefully, but they weren’t really in a parking lot. It was just his parking spot in front of the building. But she wasn’t going to argue with him about it anymore.

“Good girl,” he praised.

Sammi skipped as she walked next to Daddy, who made sure she was still holding his hand. But she didn’t care. Daddy called her a good girl and that was all that mattered.

“Daddy has some paperwork to do first, and then I need to leave for a couple of minutes to look around and talk to some people. Will you be okay in my office alone, or do I need to get Ezekiel or Nolan to come sit with you?” Daddy asked as they walked into his office.

“I’m okay by myself,” She plopped down on her seat he had put in his office for her.He hadn’t said it was for her, Sammi just figured it was.

What she really wanted was a beanbag in Daddy’s office. A huge one so she could lay and fall asleep or just snuggle up and read. Would she ever do that? Probably not. Sammi wanted to get back to work to give her brother money for the loan.

“Are you sure?” Daddy asked.

“I’m sure, Daddy. And if anything changes, I’ll text or call you.”

He stopped and stared at her for several seconds. Did he not believe her? She probably wouldn’t either, especially with her track record of not texting when she needed something. But she couldn’t help it; she didn’t want to bother him with silly little things.

“Okay, but if I find out that you didn’t call me when you should have, there will be consequences.Majorconsequences.”

She nodded and watched as Daddy got everything situated on his desk before he sat down. It was like clockwork with what he did when he got to the office. She had only seen him do it once, but it was the same today.

She watched as he pulled some papers from his desk, reading through them. Her mind wandered to what he had said in the car. Would he let her suck his cock while he was working? Would she like it? Would he lock the door, or would he leave it unlocked so anyone could come in?

Daddy looked up and met her eye. “Is everything okay? Do you want to color or take a nap?”

“Can I suck your cock?” she blurted.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

SAMMI

Sammi stared at Daddy, wide-eyed, not believing that she had actually asked that. She knew Daddy said they would try some stuff when they got home, but she was curious now. She wanted to do it now. The only thing holding her back was Daddy and whether he wanted it as well.

Hopefully, he was like any of the guys she had dated and wanted it all the time, but she knew not everybody felt like that. And if Daddy didn’t feel like that about her, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. Would she be a little sad? Of course, but she wasn’t going to die because she didn’t get to suck his cock.

“You don’t actually have to let me. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she whispered, looking away, feeling embarrassed.

Daddy just stared at her like he didn’t know how to respond or comprehend what she had just . Maybe this wasn’t the right time. But when would be? She wasn’t good at reading when people. Sammi wasn’t good at seeing clues when people gave her hints.

She had tried to get better at it, but she always failed miserably. One of her boyfriends made fun of her for how badly she missed things. It wasn’t like she tried to, she just found picking up on social cues hard.

“No.” Daddy shook his head.

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