Lillian comes to me and gives me a hug. “Thank you so much. I promise I won’t stay forever. Just until I can figure out what to do next.”
I hug her tightly. “I’m sorry we were never close growing up. It seems weird now.”
She leans back. “It’s not as though we had any animosity toward each other. We just had different interests.”
“Yeah. Still feels odd. But you’re here now. Thank you for not judging me. I know my life is unconventional, but it’s who I am. I’ve been so much happier since I left home four years ago.”
Lillian giggles. “And even happier still since you moved in with Mr. Hottie.”
“You think my Daddy is hot?”
She shrugs. “I’m not going to hit on him or anything, but sure. Older men are attractive. Just not gross, pretentious ones like Herman.” She scrunches her nose.
“Camden is twenty years older than me,” I point out. “That doesn’t bother you?” I’m feeling her out.
“Nope. I can tell you love him, and he worships the ground you walk on. Jameson and Natasha, too. How adorable are they? If I had a man like Camden or Jameson, I would never let him out of my sight.”
“What if he was a Daddy?” I ask.
She surprises me when she shrugs. “The idea has appeal. I get it. I’ve done some research. After you left, I really delved into the lifestyle. I wanted to understand you.”
“Well, thank you for being accepting. If you ever want to know more or explore yourself, we belong to a club with a lot of members involved in age play. I’d be happy to show you around.”
“That sounds cool.”
I hold her closer one more time and then let go. “You have everything you need?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll see you in the morning, then.”
Lillian is smiling as I leave her. I suspect she’s relieved to have escaped what was basically a barbaric arranged marriage. Now she’s no longer alone. I’m glad she’s here.
I pad to the master bedroom and shut the door behind me. Camden is in the bathroom, and I join him.
He’s bent over the tub, which makes me nearly choke up for no good reason. When he turns to face me, he straightens and hurries toward me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” My voice hitches. “Everything is so right.”
He pulls me into his arms. “It really is.” He tips my chin back and meets my gaze. “Lillian okay?”
“Yeah. I think she feels like she’s intruding. Are you sure it’s okay for her to stay?”
“Simone, she’s your sister. She’s welcome to stay here for as long as she’d like. I think she’s a bit jealous of you. I suspect she has Little tendencies.”
“Yeah, maybe. It seemed that way. She loves the pink room.”
“Good. It’s settled then. She’ll stay indefinitely.”
“She has money, Daddy. She’ll probably want to get her own place soon.”
“She’s under my care now, Little one. I won’t like her doing anything I think is dangerous.”
I swallow back tears. How did I get so lucky? My man is taking my sister under his care? How overprotective is that? And sweet. So fucking sweet.
He releases me to turn the water off before removing my clothes. I love how he takes care of me. It’s not condescending, as if he thinks I can’t take care of myself. It’s how he shows me he cares. Cherishes me. Every time he does something for me, I fall a bit harder for him.
When I’m naked, he pulls his own shirt off and then continues to remove the rest of his clothes.
