Page 53 of Daddy's Little Worker
“Frankie!” Daddy yelled once again. “Where are you?”
“Don’t you even think about it.” Trent pinned her with a look. “She’s in the kitchen!” he shouted back.
“Eeek! No!” Her eyes went wide as Daddy came into view.
It was like she was glued to her seat when he started to walk toward her. She needed to go hide until everyone had gone home and it was safe to come out.
“Frankie,” he quietly said and knelt in front of her. “Why did you run?”
“Why did I run?” she whispered back, looking at him like he was crazy.
“Yes, sweetheart. Why did you run after you came into the office?” he asked again.
She blinked several times, not knowing if he was playing some kind of sick joke on her. But as he just stared at her, she realized he was being genuine.
“There were people in there,” she whispered. “Everyone was looking at me, and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know if you wanted everyone to know you were my Daddy.”
“Are. I am your Daddy. I will always be your Daddy.” He cupped her face. “I don’t care that you walked in and called me Daddy. It made me smile. I’m so proud of you. I want to show you off to everyone, shout to the whole world that you are mine.”
Frankie didn’t know what to say.
“I’m not ashamed to be your Daddy. So, next time don’t run, understand?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Now, everyone in my office is gone, so let’s go back there. Say thank you to Trent.” He lifted her into his arms.
“Thank you.” She waved as Daddy left the kitchen.
She stayed still in Daddy’s arms as he headed to his office, loving being carried. She could get used to this. Frankie never thought she would say that, but it was true. Daddy had changed something in her brain, and she could get used to a lot of things now.
Daddy locked the door after he shut the door behind him and gently placed her on the floor. “You’ve been a naughty girl, Frankie.”
“Wh-what?” she whispered and took a step back.
“Teasing Daddy every single day,” he stepped forward.
Teasing him?
“Bending down in front of me to grab something. Teasing me with that delicious ass of yours,” he growled. “That wasn’t very kind of you.”
Her mouth formed an O shape. In the moment, she knew what she had done, but she had completely forgotten about it.Frankie figured Daddy didn’t want her in that way, or didn’t want her in that way yet.
“Hands on my desk and stick your bottom out,” Daddy commanded.
“No—”
“Did I say you could talk?”
She shook her head.
“No, I did not. So unless it’s your safe word, I expect you to do what I told you.” He raised an eyebrow. “Hands on my desk and stick your bottom out.”
Frankie quickly turned around and walked over to his desk to follow his instructions. Was she really doing this? Were they really going to do this in his office?
Excitement ran through her as she waited for Noah to come over to her. The anticipation of doing this at work, where anyone could hear, did something to her… It turned her on and made her even more excited than she ever had been.
“Are you wet for me?” he whispered in her ear.
