Page 22 of Layla's Daddy
I bite my lip.
“I’m head over heels for you, Layla. I have been since I watched you crash onto the concrete. My heart was already yours in that instant. It doesn’t matter that it’s not logical. It’s simply a fact. Love at first sight, I guess.” He grins.
I can’t respond. He’s not really telling me anything he hasn’t already said before, but he’s so intense. He wants me to hear him.
“I know it’s a lot.I’ma lot. I’m possessive and dominant and intense. I’ve crawled up into your space, literally and figuratively. I can’t stand it when I’m not touching you. I want to own you in every way. I want you to trust me so badly it feels like a painful hole in my chest.”
I can’t breathe.
“I know you need time. I get that, and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you the moon and the stars. I’ve come on very strong, and I’ve been hard on you. I’ve made you experience things you had no idea you craved, but I know you do. You crave my particular brand of attention. You like it when I push your boundaries. Your cheeks flush and your pulse picks up when I push my finger into your bottom or hold you down and torment your tiny urethra. You enjoy the naughty taboo nature of what I do as much as I enjoy giving it to you.”
I can’t even blink. He’s right, but how do I admit to that?
“You’re mine, Baby girl. Mine to hold and cherish. Mine to punish and discipline. Every inch of you is mine. You’ll do as you’re told because your need to submit to me perfectly matches my need to dominate you. Does that make sense, Layla?”
His last question is genuine, and I find myself nodding. Somehow I know he’s right.
“You’re scared because you don’t trust me to stay and be the man you want so desperately. It’s not personal. It’s just hard to trust another human being with your soul.”
How does he read me so well?
“When I dominate you, it reminds you how much I care. You crave it because it reinforces my feelings for you and chases away the doubts. I will give you that, Baby girl, every day for the rest of your life. I will diaper you when I please because you like how it feels to so deeply submit to me. I will force you to use your diaper because wearing it isn’t enough, is it?”
I swallow hard.
He stares at me, waiting. His gaze reaches into my soul. He can read me as though he’s inside my head.
“No, Sir,” I murmur. I can’t lie to him. I’ll never be able to lie to him.
“Good girl. I know it’s hard to tell me what you want and need, but I already know the answers. Tell me why you’re so scared, Little one.”
My chest seems to rise and fall with exaggeration. My mouth is dry. “I’m not used to having someone care,” I admit. “I have friends, but those relationships are superficial in a way. They aren’t deep.”
“Tell me about your childhood.”
I draw in a breath. I owe him this. “It was just me and my father. My mother left soon after I was born and never came back. My father did his best, but he wasn’t a very affectionate man, and he didn’t really know how to handle a child.”
“Where is he now?”
“He died when I was twenty.”
“And you’ve been alone since then?”
I nod.
“Tell me about your job situation.”
I might as well spill the details. It’s not very interesting. “I never went to college, but I’m a hard worker, and I do my best to make ends meet. I’ve never been homeless, but things have been tough lately, and I won’t be able to pay my rent this month. I probably wouldn’t have been able to pay it even if I hadn’t lost my job, but definitely not now that I’ve lost three days with a concussion.”
He strokes my biceps with his thumbs. “I’m so sorry, Little one. That must be stressful.”
I shrug. “I’ve managed. Until now.” Tears threaten to fall, but I suck them back and shake off the icky feelings.
“Do you want me to unfasten you and hold you?”
I shake my head. “No.” I can’t explain how I feel secure when he restrains me. It’s odd, but I think he knows. It was sweet of him to ask, but he knew I would turn him down.
He lifts his hands to my face and swipes his thumbs under my eyes. “Take a deep breath and let it out, Baby girl.”