Page 11 of Damon

Olivia’s lips trembled as she tried to process his intentions. It was too overwhelming to comment. Arguing would be futile.

“I carpeted this room to make it safer and more comfortable for you, Baby girl. There’s a huge beanbag in the corner opposite this one. I know how much you like to read. I got you a state-of-the-art headset so you can listen to audiobooks. I already loaded a few, but I wasn’t sure what you liked to read.”

The beanbag sounded like heaven. He was right. She’d always loved to read. Until recently, she’d been able to use a magnifying glass and lean in really close to her ereader, but it had grown nearly impossible in recent months as her vision haddeteriorated. She missed her books more than anything. Audio was nice, but it wasn’t the same.

A tear slid down her cheek, and she tugged her hand free of his to swipe it away. “Thank you,” she whispered. She ignored the parts of this room that made her panic and focused on the vision of her sitting on the beanbag listening to books.

“I don’t like to see you cry, Little rebel,” he murmured as he kissed her temple. “You’re exhausted. I bet you didn’t sleep well last night, and then the ceremony and trip up the mountain have worn you out.”

She nodded. He was right. Suddenly the thought of sleeping in that crib didn’t sound so bad. The slats surrounding her would provide comfort like he said. She’d learned not to toss and turn in her bed years ago, but she wouldn’t even have to worry about rolling too close to the edge in the crib.

Daddy adjusted her in his arms so that she was sitting more upright before he cupped her face and brought his lips to hers once more.

The zing of awareness crawled up her body again. It was so powerful, and when he rubbed her neck with his mark, she moaned into his mouth.

Daddy slid a hand up her thigh to her waist before easing it higher until he cupped her breast through the layers of material.

Olivia arched into his touch, whimpering as her body reacted to every movement. When he swiped his thumb over her nipple, she cried out into his mouth.

After a few more teasing grazes of his thumb, he pinched the swollen bud just enough to make her buck against him. She broke the kiss. “Daddy…”

“Mmmm…” was his response. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”

Her breath hitched.

“You have the prettiest brown curls. I love how some of them form a halo around your face. Your eyes are the loveliest shade of green that reminds me of the leaves in spring.”

She started panting. Her body was restless again. It was impossible not to squirm.

“I want to see the rest of you, Baby girl. Will you let me?”

She found herself nodding because she, too, wanted him to see and touch her entire body. She wanted to touch his body, too. Would he let her?

Daddy rose, holding her securely, and carried her across the room. Before she could grasp his intention, he sat her on a padded surface so she was facing him.

His hands came to the hem of her dress and pushed it and the layers of shifts up her legs until he reached her hips. “Lift your bottom for Daddy, Baby girl.”

She obeyed him on instinct, shuddering as he continued to lift the layers the rest of the way up her body.

“Arms up, Olivia.”

It was as though she were unable to deny him. She wanted to please him, so she did as she was told. The moment the clothing was whisked away from her body, leaving her in only her panties, she covered her breasts and whimpered.

Her heart was pounding. Her nipples were hard beneath her palms. Her panties were damp between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together. She’d never felt so exposed in her life, and it was so unnerving knowing that he was looking at her while she could not see his expression.

His next words sounded strained, breathy. “You are so very perfect in every way, Olivia. Lower your hands for Daddy. Let me see you.” He wrapped his fingers around her wrists and gently tugged, encouraging her to obey.

Olivia shuddered as her breasts were exposed.

Daddy guided her to turn and lie back on the padding. He lifted her neck next and eased her hair out from behind her so it hung off the end of the table. The changing table. It was exactly like the kind she’d seen in actual nurseries in most homes, except this one was large enough for an adult.

“Lift your arms above your head for me, Baby girl,” he encouraged.

Her brain cells were not working, but he didn’t seem to mind her inability to respond. He simply gathered her wrists and lifted them up above her head. After shifting both to one of his hands, she felt something soft wrapping around her wrists.

Olivia gasped as he secured her wrists to the end of the changing table. “Daddy…”

“Shh…” He kissed her lips and then continued kissing down her neck and lower until he reverently set his lips on her nipple.