“What if I want to?”
“But . . . but . . .”
“You can’t work at the moment, Mari-girl. Your aunt hasn’t even been paying you properly. I have plenty of money. Not like my expenses here are high. I could buy you a thousand pairs of panties and not blink. If it makes me happy to buy you things, to provide for you, then are you really going to say that I can’t?”
“No,” she said quietly. “I guess I’m not. This is just weird for me. I can’t remember the last time someone bought anything for me.”
“Well, let me remind you of what to say.” He walked over and grabbed her hand in his. “The proper thing to say is ‘thank you, Daddy—'”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“I hadn’t finished,” he told her.
She stared up at him with wide eyes.
“You say, ‘thank you, Daddy. You’re the most handsome, sexy, smart Daddy in the whole entire world’.”
Marisol laughed. And his heart lightened.
This was exactly what he’d always dreamed of having.
19
Marisol sat on the sofa as Linc grabbed the remote and sat down on his big recliner. She expected him to put on some sort of sports game that she wouldn’t understand. But she wouldn’t say anything. This was his house. He’d worked hard all day.
She wished he’d let her help clean up, but he’d insisted that Little girls didn’t do jobs like wash dishes. He had let her clear the table. She’d tried to point out that she wasn’t in Little space at the moment, but he’d just given her a stern look that told her she’d best be quiet and do what she was told.
The more commanding and bossy he got, the more aroused she seemed to become. As she sat on the sofa, she was all too aware of her wet panties. She pressed her thighs together.
To her surprise, he settled on a romantic-comedy. “Come here. You’re too far away.”
“I thought I might go take a shower.” And deal with the need still flooding her.
“After.” He patted his lap.
“Umm. Okay.” She stood.
“Grab that blanket, would you?” He pointed to the blanket on the end of the sofa. She picked it up and walked over to him. Linc kept the house toasty warm so the blanket wasn’t necessary for warmth.
She moved next to his chair. He took the blanket from her.
“Would you like to get more comfortable before you sit down?” he asked her.
“Comfortable?”
“I know women often like to take off their bra at night. Thought you might like to do that first.”
“Oh, umm.” She would love to take off her bra. It was pretty much the best feeling in the world. Nearly as good as an orgasm.
Sometimes better.
“You can take off your pants as well.”
Her mouth dropped open and he grinned up at her.
“I think my pants are just fine on,” she said primly. “But I’ll just go take off my bra—”
“No need to go anywhere.” He placed his hands over his eyes. “I promise not to peek.”