Page 23 of Layla's Daddy

I do as I’m told.

“Good girl. I need you to know that you’re not alone anymore. You will never be alone. You have my word. This is your home now. I will take care of your apartment and make sure your final bills are paid.”

My breath hitches. I’m not sure I can accept that kind of help from him.

He shakes his head. “It’s not negotiable, Little one, and there are no strings. You’ll stay here and let me ease your stress. You’ll stay here while you learn to trust me. One day, you will know in your heart that you belong here. While you’re adjusting, you’ll submit to me because you need to. Starting today you’ll sleep in your crib in your nursery. You’ll follow my rules and do as I say. You’ll develop a new routine that makes you feel secure and loved. When you’re ready, you’ll come to me and offer me yourbody. When you’re ready, you’ll move into my bed and sleep in my arms. When you know in your heart I will never let you down, that part of our dynamic will change.”

The room is spinning, and I clench my thighs together. His intensity is overwhelming and sexy at the same time. I suspect it’s going to be pure hell not adding sex to our relationship, but I understand what he’s asking for. I owe him that. I owe him the respect of waiting until I’m certain about us before I let him into my body.

“Yes, Sir,” I finally respond.

His smile lights up my insides. “Good. Now, let’s get some food in you.”

Chapter Ten

The air has shifted in the room as I open my mouth and let Daddy feed me. He hasn’t changed. I have. He’s given me a lot to think about. My nipples are still hard points, craving attention. I suspect he gave me that small taste of what it will be like between us so I’ll know.

It worked. I get it. His simple touch over my shirt was enough to show me that we will be explosive between the sheets. When I’m ready.

I’ve had sex before. I’m not a virgin. But I’ve never hadgoodsex or meaningful sex. I’ve never been in love. I don’t even know what love is.

I’m oddly calmer now that Daddy has laid down the law. It’s easier to let go of my apartment because he didn’t ask. He took over. He’ll get me out of my lease without even consulting with me. It would be foolish to even try to suggest I’ll pay him back.

Daddy isn’t asking me for money. He hasn’t mentioned my joblessness a single time. He doesn’t care that I don’t have work or prospects. He wants me to be happy and healthy.

It will be hard for me to let someone else take care of me in that way. Daddy will take care of me in every way,but the financial part is the hardest. I’ve scraped by and been independent from the moment I could get a job.

A weight has lifted. I have nothing to lose. I was going to lose my apartment anyway. Now I have a place to stay and less urgency to get a job. I have a man who cares about me and wants to help me.

I can do that much. I can let him take care of me while I sort through my feelings. It’s not as though anyone ever did anything to me to cause me to have trust issues. Except maybe my mother… Maybe. But I never knew her, so I never thought about her abandonment.

I think I’m just naturally careful and hesitant to believe anyone would ever truly be on my side, in my court.

I’m starving now that we’ve gotten all that business taken care of, and I scarf down my food as fast as Daddy will feed it to me. He releases my hands and lets me hold a sippy cup of formula while he cleans the kitchen. It doesn’t taste as good as it does when he feeds me.

“Bath time,” he declares when he releases me from the booster seat. He swings me up into the air as though I weigh nothing and settles me on his hip. “Did you know I have the best bathtub in the world in my bathroom?”

I shake my head, glad that it no longer hurts to do so. “No, Daddy.”

“You’re about to have the most luxurious bath of your life. Prepare to be dazzled,” he teases.

Sure enough, when we enter his bathroom and he sets me down, I gasp. He has a huge whirlpool tub with jets all the way around. I look up at him. “Do you have bubbles?”

He staggers backward, his hand over his chest. “What sort of a Daddy would I be if I didn’t have bubbles?”

I giggle as he turns on the water and puts the stopper in the bottom. “Are you going to get in with me?” I ask. I kind of wish he would.

“Yep.”

My breath hitches, and excitement floods my system.

He turns to tap my nose and chuckles. “But not today. After my cock has been inside your body, I’ll climb in with you.”

I sigh. He’s good. He’s really good. He’s going to use sex as a means of getting me to hurry up and agree to be his forever.

He tickles me under the ribs, and I giggle. As the tub fills, he pulls my shirt over my head and bends down to remove my panties. It barely bothers me that I’m naked. In fact I like the way he looks at me longingly from head to toe and back up while testing the water with one hand.

He smiles and licks his lips, teasing me with his eyes and his mouth. Now who’s naughty?