Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
His brows rise higher. “You’re serious.”
I nod and look down at his chest as I fiddle with the front of his shirt. “I want to know what it’s like, and I’d rather it be you who shows me. I’ve never met a single man who made my tummy flutter and caused me to feel the things you make me feel. I want it to be you. Please?”
“Zia, I’d love nothing more than to be the man who shows you what it means to be physically loved. I’d like to do so several times a day for the rest of our lives. When you’re ready to agree to those terms, then I’ll slide my cock into your warm heat.”
I gasp. “You want to be married first?”
He shrugs. “Not necessarily. I want a commitment from you. I want you to be able to face your parents first, tell them you’re mine, and accept whatever response that may bring.”
The idea of telling my parents I’m in love with Gabriel and intend to be with him instead of someone they choose makes me panic. “Let’s say, for arguments sake, that I brought you home with me and told them you’re the love of my life. Why couldn’t I do so without mentioning our private preferences?”
He sets his forehead against mine and says, “You wouldn’t be able to do that, Baby girl.”
“Why not?”
He draws in a very long breath, freaking me out a bit. When he leans back a few inches, he’s holding my gaze. Clearly he has something to say. A reason to support his position.
I can’t imagine what it is. I can’t think of a single reason why we couldn’t maybe just live our lives without my parents ever finding out.
Chapter Eight
“You know I’m a bank manager, right?”
I nod. “Josie mentioned it.”
“We’ll I’ve been transferred to another branch. I have to move at the end of the month.”
My heart stops beating. I can’t process. I finally swallow hard and ask, “Where?”
“Regression Island.”
My eyes bug out of my head.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before now, but I wanted to spend some quality time with you first. I wanted to prove to you what I already know—that you’re the perfect Little girl for me, and I’m the perfect Daddy for you.”
My ears are ringing. He kept this from me all day?
I need some space. I scramble off his lap, surprised that he lets me. He doesn’t try to stop me. He stays right where he is on the rocking chair while I take several steps backward, nearly tripping over my feet and landing on my butt.
There’s a pained look on his face.
I’m not sure what to think or feel or say. I turn around, trying to focus. I need to really think. I can’t do that with him looking at me. I can’t easily go home either. I don’t even know where my adult clothes are. He drove me here. I could get an Uber, but I’m too confused right now to even manage that.
I rush over to the closet, yank it open, drop onto all fours, and crawl into the back corner. It feels tight and safe. Slowly my heart rate settles. I think it was about to pound out of my chest. I bring my knees up to my chest, hug them, and set my forehead on top.
Regression Island… Gabriel has to move to Regression Island at the end of the month. That’s in two weeks.
I start rocking gently. I wish I had my pacifier, but Daddy took the clip off earlier, and I didn’t get it back yet. Besides it’s probably best if I work this out in my head without the crutch.
But man, I really love the way I feel when I have that nipple to suckle. It soothes me. It calms my nerves, and Lord knows my nerves are frazzled beyond belief right now.
I’m glad Gabriel doesn’t follow me. He’s giving me time and space. Because he’s so good at reading me and knowing what I need. Gabriel is the most amazing Daddy I’ve ever seen. I’ve met a lot of them at the Dungeon. None come even close to holding a candle to him.
And he’s mine. He’s told me so many times. He loves me.
I love him, too. It would be foolish to deny that fact. I’ve been in love with him for a long time. I was too afraid to talk to him, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have feelings growing and developing every time I saw him.
He makes my heart pound. He makes my tummy quiver. He’s even given me a mind-blowing orgasm. I had no idea sex was like that. I mean, we haven’t even come close to having intercourse yet, and he did that to me.
He sort of lied to me by omission, right? He should have told me he was moving before he asked me to come spend the day with him. It wasn’t fair. He lured me into his web and then dropped this bomb.