She took a deep breath and told the truth. Lying to him wasn’t an option. “Yes.”
“You will be nothing less than perfect in my eyes.” When she opened her mouth to speak, he continued, “No matter what you’ve decided you don’t like about your body, I can assure you that I won’t see any flaws. You are my Little. The one I’ve looked to find for what seems like forever. Even if you had a penis and an extra head, I would treasure you.”
“A penis?” She had to laugh. “I don’t have one of those.”
“I know.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and she remembered with a flood of heated embarrassment that he had probably seen everything during her spanking.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Good girl. Let’s get this pretty blouse off.”
His fingers nimbly unfastened the buttons, flicking across her breasts and abdomen in casual contact that felt like mini lightning bolts. The white fabric gaped open as he reached the last fastener. With that open, he slid the silky material over her shoulders and allowed it to tumble to the floor at her feet.
Belinda dropped her eyes to the front of his T-shirt to avoid his gaze. A slow motion caught her eye as Pedro’s hand shifted across the front of his short jogging shorts to adjust his hardening shaft before unzipping the side zipper of her tailored skirt and letting it glide downward. She couldn’t control the smile that curled her lips as she studied his lengthening reaction to her body.
“I may have to put ice down my pants before we start,” Pedro leaned in to whisper against her ear.
A happy giggle tumbled from her lips. “Sorry?”
“You’re not sorry at all. Careful, we know what happens when you lie to Daddy,” he reminded her with a firm pat to her still sore bottom.
“I’m being good,” she reminded him.
He knelt at her feet to unfasten her sensible sandals. “Step,” he instructed as he removed each shoe and the fabric looped around her feet.
When she was free, he rose effortlessly to reach around her ribcage. His fingertips caressed the lace that decorated the edge. The ease with which he unfastened the bra sent a shiver of anger through her. How many of these had he removed? She didn’t want to think of him with other women.
Sliding the straps from her shoulders, he drew the lacy garment from her body. Pedro flicked the bra away and cupped her breasts. His fingers traced her curves and brushed over her tight nipples, drawing a groan from her mouth. Belinda bit her bottom lip, trying to stay quiet.
“Don’t hide anything from Daddy, Little girl. Let me hear your sweet sounds,” he corrected sternly, lifting one hand from her breast to smooth over her trapped lip.
She nodded and exhaled quietly as he stepped away to grab her sports bra. Wrangling the supportive garment into place had them both laughing by the end. Belinda loved how he reached inside to adjust each breast’s position within the cups to make sure she was comfortable.
In minutes, he’d finished dressing her. Bouncing on her sneakers, Belinda was eager to go. Pedro captured her attention as he adjusted his heavy shaft inside his shorts. She quickly looked away as heat flushed her cheeks, but inside, she loved how much he responded to taking care of her.
“I’ll get myself under control, Belinda. You’ll just have a new job of walking in front of me as we head outside into the fresh air,” Pedro teased, intercepting her furtive glance. “Can you do that for me, Little girl?”
“Yes, D…”
“It’s okay to call me Daddy, Belinda.”
“I know. It just seems like a big step. Daddy, in my mind, comes with so much emotion, control, submission… Especially after I screwed things up, trying to use it like a joke. Now, it’s like saying I love you. I don’t fling that around either. I want it to be special.”
Pedro pulled her to him and hugged her tight against his hard frame. “You’ll know when it’s the right time for you to say it. Let’s go run. This afternoon has been filled with dra-ma!” He emphasized the two syllables of the last word, making her laugh.
“I’m ready.”
Preceding him down the hallway, Belinda looked over her shoulder when Pedro groaned. His gaze was focused on her bottom.
“Want me to walk behind you now?” she teased.
“Then I’d feel you watching my ass,” he teased her back, taking her hand and pulling her into the elevator. “I don’t think that would help either. Tell me about the safeguards you install on computers before assigning them to employees.”
“Distract you with techy stuff, huh?”
“That might not even help but try it.”
They dropped the conversation when they emerged from the tower and launched into a slow run together. Belinda knew that he was holding back as they made a big loop around the grounds. When he didn’t seem unhappy to modify his pace to allow her to join him, she chose not to worry about it.
Eventually, she knew it was wise for her to stop before making herself too sore to walk the next day. “I’m going to walk down this path and take a seat on one of the benches outside Tower B to enjoy the fresh air. Take your time finishing your run.”
“You did well. I’ll make a few laps and we’ll go have dinner.”
She slowed to a walk and watched him speed up to a much quicker pace. Belinda knew he’d push himself to maximize his workout. That was the type of person Pedro was. He didn’t tackle life by half measures. He committed himself fully to everything he did. Including being a Daddy.