“We already role-play as Daddy and baby girl.”
“That’s different. Playing a dirtier version of Red Light Green Light is one thing. Asking me to play the guy who tried to murder you feels like something else.”
“You wouldn’t be playing him. You’d be Daddy. The whole point is to recreate the scenario with someone I actually want to be with.”
“You want me to chase you through the woods?”
She rests her hand on my thigh.
“I wantyouto catch me.”
My cock likes the sound of that, but the rest of me isn’t convinced. I keep my gaze aimed forward as I carefully consider her request.
The last thing I ever want to do is accidentally traumatize McKenzie in the name of trying to help her heal. But what she said about rewriting her nightmares does have merit. Prolonged Exposure therapy is a legitimate treatment for PTSD. If Kenzie’s mind is stuck on this particular memory, like tires in a deep groove, maybe going off-road is the answer.
“The only way we could do it is if we talked through the scenario—I mean thewholescenario—first.”
“Agreed,” she says.
“You couldn’t be shy about what you do and don’t want to happen. You’d have to tell me, specifically, how you want the scene to play out. I won’t take liberties with your safety.”
“I know. I trust you, Daddy.”
Her entreating gaze coupled with the wordDaddymakes me burn for her.
“You would need a safe word. Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes. Red light. I remember.” She slides her hand further up my thigh ‘til the side of her palm meets my bulge.
Setting aside the myriad risks for one brief second, I’ll admit the thought of hunting my girl and then claiming her under the stars is enticing.
I take her hand and give it a gentle squeeze.
“I’ll think about it.”