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Her pet name for me made us both pause. My gaze never left hers as I slowly knelt down, my head falling back in complete submission.

“Stay.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said.

It was so easy to slip back into what we once had. With the familiar came a pain I hadn’t expected, a longing that would linger forever after tonight. At the end of the day, I was just a girl on her knees for the one person in the universe I’d never get to be with again. Submitting to her was a gift, and one that I intended to cherish every moment of while I could.

Alice’s hips swayed as she turned and flipped on one of the lamps next to the bed. My cheeks warmed as I realized how messy I’d left the hotel room. My suitcase was spread open on the floor, my clothes in a pile, shoes everywhere. I’d been so unsure of what I wanted to wear tonight, and had opted for my leather skirt and my crimson top that showed off my tits. Getting to that outfit choice had taken an hour of digging every other piece of clothing out of my suitcases first, though.

She wasn’t fazed by any of it, though, having seen my ADHD manifest in countless ways in the three years we were together.

I swallowed hard as I waited for her to tell me what to do next. My chest ached as I fell into the familiarity ofus, the rhythm of submission, of being consumed by the need to obey.

In my day-to-day life, I was constantly on the go. Constantly making decisions. Pulling on the mask of Jenna Hart, a curvy Texas sweetheart that could sing and write and be everything her listeners dreamed of.

But not with Alice.

She arched a brow and swept her voluminous black curls behind her shoulders. Golden light splashed over her dark brown skin, highlighter glittering on her cheeks, her long lashes fluttering as she made the bed quickly.

God, I was lucky to even be here with her.

Alice glanced up at me as she sat on the edge and patted her knee. I swallowed hard, that simple action turning me on.

“Crawl to me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said immediately.

I planted my hands on the floor and looked up at her as I slowly crawled to the bed. Once I was right in front of her, I slowly sat back on my heels, heart pounding as I looked up at her with the reverence of a worshiper on their knees for their god.

She reached forward and tucked a stray red wave behind my ear, her nails grazing my skin. A shiver rolled up my spine, the anticipation growing.

“You’re so touch starved,” she murmured.

I nodded. “I am.”

“So am I.” She sighed and pushed my chin up. “This is a bad idea for both of us.”

“It is,” I agreed. “But …”

She rolled her eyes. “We’ve done worse, haven’t we?”

“I thought we weren’t talking about the past,” I teased.

Her gaze glinted with amusement. “Mmhmm. Why don’t you go ahead and strip for me, baby girl?”

I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it overhead, tossing it to the floor. “My eyes are up here,” I teased as she looked at my breasts.

She snorted. “And my attention isthere.”

I reached back and unclasped my bra, holding it in place as I pulled each strap free. I dropped it to the floor, savoring the way she drank me in. My nipples hardened from the cool air, my pussy already wet as I thought about all of the things Alice would do to me tonight.

I rose up, grabbing hold of the zipper along the side of my skirt. I slowly pulled it down and then worked the fabric down over my ass, shimmying out of it until I only wore panties. Crimson lace with a scalloped edge.

Alice let out an appreciative hum. “I like those,” she said softly. “Keep your panties on for now.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” She leaned back against the bed, tilting her head to the side as she studied me. “Take my pants off.”