Page 78 of Provoking Camden

“They thought they could get away with that?” Daddy asks.

Blade shrugs. “I didn’t say they were the sharpest tacks in the box. And, keep in mind, none of the three assholes sent to blow up my SUV were the head honcho. They were expendable. Now, none of them will see the light of day anytime soon. I tracked their asses down within a few hours. The cops picked them up.”

“So we’re safe now?” June asks in a barely audible voice.

“Yeah, honey. You’re safe.” He turns toward her and gently strokes the top of her head. I suspect he’d like to do more, but she’s so banged up he’s afraid to touch her. Probably for the best since they only met today.

“Can I go home now?”

Blade nods. “I’ll take you.”

“You’re welcome to stay here, June,” Daddy says.

“Thank you. You have all been so kind. I just want to sleep in my own bed. For like the next three days.”

I know that feeling. “You have my number. Please call if you need anything or you want to talk.”

“Thank you, Simone.”

Blade stands and helps June to her feet. I get the feeling he won’t be dropping her off and driving away. I kind of hope that’s the case. I don’t know anything about June’s life, but Blade seems like a great guy, and she could probably use someone like that.

We all head for the front door to see everyone off.

Thirty minutes later, I’m in Daddy’s arms in our bed.

Our bed.

I have Pinky, the hippo, and the teddy I’ve had for a few years in my arms.

It still seems surreal to me, but the idea that I belong here is growing on me. Maybe this is my home, my man, my life, after all.

When Daddy slides his hands around me and hauls my naked body against his, my pussy stirs to life like it does every time he touches me or even looks at me. I can’t imagine what my world would be like if I ever didn’t have him in it. I hope I never find out.

Chapter 23

Two weeks later…

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Simone

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When I step out of the closet for the fifth time tonight, wearing the fifth outfit of the evening, Daddy motions me toward him.

He’s sitting on the armchair. He’s been watching me try on outfits for half an hour because patience is my Daddy’s middle name, and it would have to be since I’m a handful when I choose to be.

He’s known I would be naughty and sassy for four years. There were no surprises for him. He likes me this way, so it’s not an issue. As long as I don’t mind having my bottom swatted regularly for minor offenses. When I break a more serious rule, I end up in the corner or writing sentences, but I really enjoy the occasional swat or the way he pinches my nipples.

Daddy doesn’t touch me when I reach him. I didn’t expect him to. When he calls me over like this, he often lets me stew. He calmly says, “Take your dress off, Simone.”

I draw in a deep breath as I pull the dress over my head.

When he holds out his hand, I set the dress in his palm.

“Panties, too, Little one.”

This surprises me, but not a lot. I bend to remove my panties and set them in his outstretched hand, too.