Page 17 of Daddy’s Protection (The Daddy Guard #3)

“You had quite the night,” Iris said with a smirk.

Sitting across from her at the table in the kitchen’s breakfast nook, Cami reached for the box of cereal in the center of the table and poured some into her bowl, all while blushing hard.

“You have no idea.” She smiled. “Sorry if I kept you all awake.”

Next to her, Lana shook her head. “I heard. But it didn’t bother me any. I was happy for you.”

All the women giggled.

There was no sense in playing coy. Clearly, the folks in the mansion had heard what had transpired in Isaiah’s room about midnight.

“Isaiah gave me a… special massage.”

The other Littles giggled again.

“I never can understand why some men think finding the clit is so hard,” Iris noted.

“It’s because they don’t want to,” Lana said. “They’re lazy and just want to get off. I mean, it doesn’t take a genius to find. Just a tiny bit of effort would get them fast results.”

“Amen, sister,” Iris said. “But we don’t have to worry about that with our Daddies. Thankfully.”

After pouring some milk into her bowl, Cami took a bite of the sugary cereal and then said, “So, uh, I ended up in his room because… I think I saw a ghost.”

She told them the full story.

Iris and Lana sat up a bit straighter, listening intently, both of them clearly mesmerized.

“You actually saw her! Theda.” Lana gasped. “I’ve felt her. But never seen her. That’s amazing!”

Cami shrugged. “Could’ve been her. I don’t know. Kind of freaked me out, whoever it was.”

Actually, there was no kind of about it. She was completely freaked out! But she was already embarrassed enough.

“Sorry it was scary,” Iris said. “But… it sounds like she led you straight to your Daddy’s bed.”

Cami blushed again, but it quickly faded. “I’m not sure Isaiah is my Daddy.”

Across the table, Iris cocked her head to the side. “What do you mean?”

Cami ate a bite and thought it over. Finally, she shrugged. “We fooled around last night. And he held me tight. But he doesn’t want me. Not when I’m… all fat and stuff.”

The thought made her suddenly not hungry.

Pushing the bowl of cereal away, she shook her head.

“I shouldn’t even eat this. Maybe I’ll just have some yogurt or look for a protein shake.

If I get any heavier, this chair won’t support me and will—” She froze for a moment and gulped. “Isaiah’s behind me, huh?”

Iris nodded. It was the look in her eyes that had warned Cami.

“Oh boy,” she grumbled.

“Oh boy is right,” Isaiah said. “Finish eating your breakfast, little girl. And I’m serious. Don’t skip out on it. Then come back up to my room. I think we need to… talk.”

Cami shifted in her seat enough to cast a glance behind her.

Isaiah stood here, arms crossed, looking unhappy.

Very unhappy, actually.

Just hours ago, Cami’s legs had been shaking out of pleasure.

Now, as she entered Isaiah’s room, her knees were knocking for a whole other reason.

“You, eh, wanted to see me?” she croaked as she stepped in.

“Close the door, honey. We need to talk.”

Cami obeyed. Despite figuring she was in trouble, she still felt completely safe in there alone with Isaiah. And perfectly at home. It all seemed so normal.

She stood in the center of the room, not really knowing what to do. She had a pretty good guess as to what was coming. A lecture? Maybe a spanking?

Or was Isaiah going to scrap both those ideas and just forget about it all?

Maybe he wanted to talk to her about something else.

After all, disciplining her would be a step further down that road they were on—the road that seemed to be leading to a relationship—and he might not want that.

Perhaps now was the moment he was going to admit last night was a mistake and it was best if stay “just friends.” Or whatever it was they were.

That thought nearly drove Cami to tears. She’d much rather take the spanking if it came from the hands of Daddy.

Isaiah sat on the bed and patted his lap. “Come here, honey.”

With her nerves still on edge, she did as told. Once she was straddling his lap and facing him, he smiled at her and brush a strand of her hair back.

“We have several things we need to talk about. But let’s start with what happened in this bed. Are you okay with that?”

Okay with it? Cami was outright ecstatic! Not wanting to seem too pathetic, though, she simply nodded and said, “It was wonderful.”

“I didn’t want to push you too fast into anything,” Isaiah continued.

“But… well… Daddy knows best. I knew what you needed.” He caressed her face delicately.

“And I couldn’t keep my hands off you. Not when I finally had the precious Little I’ve been searching for my whole life right here in my bed.

I won’t be able to keep my hands off you tonight or the night after that.

Or the night…” He stopped, laughed a bit, and added, “Well, you get the idea.”

Cami couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Part of her wondered if she was still in bed, in a hard sleep, and none of this was real. The ghost in the mirror. The pleasure that followed. Or even breakfast that morning and this conversation.

But the excitement that was surging through her body told her this was all too real. Her heart felt as if it was thumping a hundred miles an hour.

“I’m… your Little?”

“Yes, princess. I don’t throw around Daddy lightly. In fact, I’ve never called myself that to any Little before. Nor have I let anyone call me that. It’s something I’ve kept reserved for my sweet girl.” He tapped her upper chest.

Cami nearly turned into a puddle right there on his lap.

Those doubts and fears—the negative self-image she possessed—were all still there.

But somehow, in Isaiah’s arms, they seemed to recede far enough back to where they weren’t screaming so loudly in her head that she couldn’t hear what he was saying.

Or feel the love and warmth radiating off him.

Who knows? Maybe in a few days or weeks or months they would leave completely.

Was it possible Daddy’s love could heal her?

It seemed like Daddy’s love was capable of anything.

“Do you know what I thought the moment I laid eyes on you? Just a few nights ago, as I came up the front stairs in your yard? You were standing on the porch.”

She shook her head.

Daddy continued. “You were terrified. But even scared, you were the prettiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I knew what I felt went beyond that, though. You’re the one. And if you think I’m going to let you go when all this is over…” A sly smile split his face.

Cami laughed. “I don’t want you to let me go, Daddy. Ever.”

He opened his mouth as if to say something but stopped before actually speaking. Instead, his hungry kiss conveyed everything to Cami.

Once it was over, she leaned her head on his chest and just soaked in the moment of being held tight.

By Daddy.

It was the most blissful peace she’d ever encountered.

She wasn’t sure how many minutes had passed before Isaiah spoke again.

“Now we need to talk about something else. It seems sort of wrong to bring it up now. But it’s not. It’s because I love you and want what’s best for you that I need to address it.”

Cami choked down a lump that formed in her throat. She had a pretty good idea where this was going.

She’d broken the rules. The bill was coming due.

And paying it wouldn’t be fun…