I’m not as scared.
Because when he looks at me like that, I come alive, and I don’t want this moment to end.
Chapter Three
Peter
Heather knows she’s a beautiful girl.
What she doesn’t know is that I’ve wanted her for as long as I can remember.
The first time she walked into the club, I honed in on her as a bratty submissive in need of a Daddy to take care of her, but I never managed to get close to her. A sassy and feisty submissive like her isn’t something that goes unnoticed in the world of kink. Every Dominant in the damn club wanted to play with her.
Including me.
Mostly me.
When I finally came up with a plan to get her all to myself, I honestly didn’t think it would work. She had been hovering on the edge of agreement when I randomly offered her cash. Her eyes lit up and she jumped at the chance to get paid for today.
So now I know where she stands.
She’s doing this for the cash, and while that hurts me a little, what matters is that she’s here. She might not be here for me. She might just be here because she needs money to pay her bills or rent or whatever. She’s here, though. It’s a start.
And oh, what a start it is.
I don’t care that I’m paying her for this. In my eyes, it’s just one way for me to help her, to take care of her. What kind of Daddy Dom would I be if I didn’t take care of the darling little that needs my help? That’s what she’s going to be, at least for tonight. She’s going to be my little submissive and she’s going to be perfectly pampered, punished, and pleasured.
Probably in that order.
The dancing thing was not planned. I hadn’t planned that. Really. My goal had been to get inside of her as quickly as fucking possible, to dominate her, to satisfy her. My goal had been to get her to beg me for more. My goal had been to enjoy her and fuck her out of my system.
But then I’d seen her fucking outfit.
My cock hardened when I saw her on the porch. She was waiting for me so patiently, so curiously. I should have known it wouldn’t be enough.
I should have known I would immediately need more of her.
So much more.
Now she’s in the middle of my living room and she’s dancing like there’s no tomorrow. She’s giving it her all and damn if it’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. This room has never been my favorite place to spend time. It’s a bit stiff and pompous. It’s a little uncomfortable, to be honest. Somehow, though, she seems to light it up. She makes this room seem positively magical, and fuck if I don’t totally love that about her.
The song ends and she stops dancing. She stands perfectly still with her hands folded in front of her, and Heather looks a little bit flushed.
“Did the dancing turn you on, little one?” I ask.
“I’m not little, Daddy.”
“You are to me,” I say, standing up. I tower over her, and when I look down at Heather, she quivers ever-so-slightly. She’s not immune to this: not to any of it. She may talk a big game, but at the end of the day, she loves being taken care of just as much as I love taking care of her.
“No,” she whispers, shaking her head, and I know what she’s doing. I know that she’s trying to find a way to keep herself separate from everything we’re doing, but that’s not going to happen. No, she’s going to give herself to me. She’s going to give all of herself to me. She’s going to give me abso-fucking-lutely everything, and then she’s going to give me just a little bit more.
“Heather,” I murmur, and I reach for her cheek. She leans into my touch. “Such a pretty girl.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“And so very polite.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”