“No, Sir.”
“Do I seem like Daddy material to you?”
“Yes, Sir. Totally. Not a doubt. That’s why I was attracted to you in the first place.”
“I’m forty-two, Simone. I’ve waited a lifetime for you to step into my path. It was excruciating waiting for you to graduate. There will never be another Simone. I’ve never looked at a student in my entire career like I did you, and I will never do so again in the future. I paced this house alone, waiting for you. I worried every day that I was far too old and you would find someone your own age during my four-year wait. I’m the luckiest man alive. Now, I just pray that I can live up to your expectations. Because you’re mine.”
My legs won’t hold me up any longer. I drop my hands to balance myself while I ease down to my knees in front of him. I can’t catch my breath. I’m overwhelmed. No one has ever said anything so sweet to me. In the history of humans, no man or woman has ever given a more compelling speech.
He leans forward and strokes my cheek. “Now, do you have any more questions or doubts before I spank your bottom hard enough to make you cry?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl. Let’s get you back into position on the bed then.”
Chapter 13
Camden
* * *
If my Little girl had any idea how unnerved I am by everything that just transpired, she’d probably revoke my Daddy card. I’ve kept myself outwardly steady, but inside, I’ve been brought to my knees. I could have dropped in front of her instead of the other way around and begged her to see how huge this is.
She knows.
She just doubts herself. She doubts us. It’s understandable. Why wouldn’t she? She had no idea I was pining after her for the entire four years of her degree. From her point of view, she had a crush on her teacher—a man who repeatedly turned her down and put her in her place.
I’ve explained that I was attracted to her, but the speech I just gave put a giant exclamation point on how intensely I’ve felt all this time.
I suppose our worries go both ways. She’s afraid I don’t know the real Simone just as much as I’m concerned about her not knowing the real Camden. The difference is she has no experience with me as a Daddy, and I’ve watched her giggle and exercise her Little around me from the beginning.
Yes, things will be different now, but I don’t believe there’s anything we could learn about the other that would be a deal breaker.
I came very close to telling her that I very much intend to put a ring on her finger the moment I feel like she has shed her doubts. That seemed to be going a bit too far for today. I don’t want to give her a heart attack before I’ve spanked her.
I’ve mentioned before that I want to marry her. I haven’t brought it up since. I think she’s overwhelmed enough. She doesn’t need me dropping that bomb again.
After arranging her over the pillows once more, I clasp her hands at the small of her back and palm her amazing ass. The bruises are gone. Her eye is the only part that’s still a bit swollen. She’ll be good as new in no time. On the outside.
I know she’s hurting on the inside, but I’m hoping this move in the direction of our future will help her get past some of the trauma.
“You need a safeword,” I tell her.
She shakes her head. “There is no way I’ll ever need a safeword with you, Daddy.”
“Doesn’t work that way, Little one. Everyone needs a safeword if they’re going to engage in any type of play. Red? Or do you want to pick something else?”
“Red is fine, Daddy.”
“If you get uncomfortable or need me to slow down, use yellow. If it’s not working for you or you need me to stop for any reason, red. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I rub her bottom one more time and then give her a swat.
She flinches, her breath hitching, not from the tiny light spank but from the shock. That’s expected. She giggles a second later.
“That was more of a love pat, Baby girl. Ready for more?”
