“But I. . .” She didn’t have any panties on.
Duh. He knows that, Gigi.
But how much more would he see with her in that position?
“Unless your foot is sore or you’re feeling dizzy and want to sit down?” he asked, solicitous as always.
“No, my foot feels good. And I haven’t been dizzy since I got home.” But she still didn’t move.
Instead of telling her off for procrastinating as she’d half-expected, he moved in behind her. His arm came around her waist and he leaned his chin on her shoulder, his lips brushing against her ear. “Easy, sweet pea. I know we haven’t talked about sex. I didn’t want to scare you off. We haven’t known each other long and I know I was an ass in the beginning, but I want you to know that I think you’re beautiful, sweet, loving and smart. I want you. I would like access to all parts of you. If you don’t want it to be sexual, then it doesn’t have to be. Okay?”
Her breathing sped up. He wanted her? Was it a good idea to take things further? Hell, she was already in so deep did it matter at this point?
“You can think about it. Nothing needs to happen straight away.”
He’d been honest with her. She owed it to be honest back. Find some backbone, Gigi.
“I. . .I want you too.”
He kissed her cheek. “Good. Because it would have been hell if this sexual attraction was one-sided.” He gave a small chuckle that filled her with warmth. “Like I said, nothing is happening right now. But are you okay with me having access to all parts of your body or do you want me to back off a bit?”
“I’m okay with that.” She didn’t have a problem with her body, even though she knew she was a bit thin at the moment. She’d hesitated before because she hadn’t known quite where this was going. She really didn’t want to get attached and then get her heart broken when he left.
He nuzzled her neck. “Thank you for your trust, baby girl. I know it can’t be easy for you.”
Actually, in some ways it was surprisingly easy. But she knew he meant because of her dad.
“You’re nothing like him. I promise that.”
“Good. I don’t ever want to do anything that reminds you of him. Remember, you always have a safe word, yes?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“What is it?”
“Red.” She was glad she’d gone for simple. Her brain couldn’t handle remembering anything else.
“Good girl. Now, Daddy wants to check your bottom to make sure it’s not too sore for you to sit on it. So, I want you to go and place your hands on the dining table, spread your legs wide and show Daddy that naughty bottom of yours.”
Oh hell.
She walked on legs that were wobbly to the dining table and placed her hands on it, grateful for the added support. She spread her legs and leaned over.
“Put that bottom out. That’s it. Good girl.” He ran his hand over her bottom and she jolted. “Easy, sweet pea. Let Daddy inspect you. Hm, it doesn’t look that bad to me.” He squeezed one cheek and she gasped. “Maybe a little tender. Daddy likes you like this. I think after every spanking, I’ll need you to get in this position at least once so that I can inspect you.”
Holy fuck. Where was that water now? She might need to douse herself in it. She was fairly certain he’d be able to see the wetness on her lower lips. She was so turned on that she nearly pushed herself back into his hand.
Please touch me there. Please.
For once, she didn’t blurt her thoughts out loud. She wasn’t sure if she was grateful about that or not.
Oh, Gigi.
“Stand up nice and slow, baby girl. Daddy doesn’t want you to get dizzy.” He rested his hands on her waist as she moved, holding her so she didn’t slip. Then he led her over to a chair. This one had a pillow sitting on it. He winked at her, making her blush as she sat. Okay, so maybe she hadn’t needed to fuss so much about her sore ass.
He looked down at her thoughtfully. “I think we might need another pillow to boost you up a bit. My little one could really use a high chair.”
She gaped at him. She wasn’t that short. She could reach the table just fine. But she didn’t have a chance to protest before he’d disappeared. He brought back another pillow.