“I’m into a total power exchange.I call all the shots.But I also take full responsibility for your pleasure, safety and well-being.”
She chewed slowly.“So is this serious?Or just a game?”
One corner of his mouth tugged upward.“A serious game, I suppose.”
She seemed to accept that.“So I’m your Little?”
He smiled.‘You’re my Little.”
“Just like that?We go from one lunch date to a total power exchange?”
He shrugged.“You made a deal with the devil.”
She slid off her barstool and stepped between his knees, brushing her breasts against his shirt.“Lucky me,” she breathed.
“You may not think so by the end of the week,” he said, wrapping an arm behind her and squeezing her bottom possessively.
She shivered against him.He chuckled and kissed her hair.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
“But it’s only eight o’clock,” she protested.
“Yeah, but you look exhausted, and I have a feeling you haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a while.”
“Can I watch TV?”
“I don’t know,canyou?”
She rolled her eyes.“May I?”
“No,” he said, taking her elbow and leading her toward his bedroom.He paused in the hallway, considering.He didn’t want to smother her, or make her feel obligated to service him.“Do you want to sleep in your own bed, or with Daddy?”
“With Daddy,” she said immediately.
Her certainty sent a wave of warmth through his chest, inspiring another urge to care for his baby girl.Marissa Sparks just needed some loving attention and structure.The poor girl had been starved for it, as far as he could tell.
“I really don’t think I can sleep,” she complained when they got into his bedroom.
He pulled back the covers and patted the bed.“When I tell you it’s bedtime, I don’t want any arguments or you’ll be going to bed with a sore bottom.”
“I already am going to bed with a sore bottom,” she protested.He put his hands on his belt buckle and started to unhitch it and she shot up on the bed with widened eyes.“What are you doing?”
“Do you need another spanking to help you go to sleep?”
“No, Daddy,” she said, the pout of her lips making his cock twitch for her again.
“Good girl,” he said.“Just this once I will lie down with you to help you fall asleep.”
She smiled and scooted over, making room for him.He climbed in and pulled her head down on his shoulder, cradling her against his chest.
Within five minutes, she had fallen asleep.
He watched the slow rise and fall of her chest, studying the delicate bone structure, the creamy skin.The cold sore on her lip was the only thing marring her perfect looks.
He smiled.He had a wicked plan for helping her get rid of it.
Marissa wokeat five in the morning.Joel slumbered next to her, his sculpted body as beautiful close up as it was on the silver screen, but all desire had fled.Anxiety over the meeting with the studio gnawed at her.She’d dreamed they had yelled at her, and she had screamed back, like a bratty teenager, insisting it wasn’t her fault.
