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I frowned. I could see that arguing would get me nowhere, but I really wasn’t one to just follow someone else’s lead, or to do anything really, without a plan. I did not like spontaneity, and it seemed that was what Lennon was all about. That would take some getting used to.
We rode the elevator down to the parking garage and then we were in Lennon’s car, cruising across town.
“Where are we going?” I repeated.
“No questions. Ask me again and I’ll pull over and give you a spanking before we get there.”
My mouth dropped open into a shocked ‘o’ of surprise. It sunk in then that this was really different than what I’d had before. With Archer I had a standing appointment for discipline. With Lennon… with Lennon, I had a Daddy… whatever that meant. I had a feeling I was about to find out.
CHAPTER 4
LENNON
She hated not being the one in control. That much was clear. And as much as I wanted to sympathize, my sadistic streak was coming out. The more she protested or asked questions, the more determined I was to make her wait.
But it was clear from the way her shoulders drew up and how she sat there with her hands in her lap, clenching into tight fists, then unfurling over and over again, that I had to give her something. Grabbing her hand, I raised it to my lips and pressed a soft kiss against her knuckles.
“We’re almost there,” I said, without telling her where ‘there’ was.
She sucked in a breath and nodded. “We left so quickly I didn’t get to grab my purse.”
“You won’t need it.” I pulled into the parking lot of a large shopping center and parked near the entrance of a high-end department store.
“The mall?” I could hear the skepticism in her voice.
“Trust Daddy,” I reminded her, unbuckling and putting the car in park before hopping out. By the time I’d gotten to her side, she’d already unbuckled and had the door open.
“Zoe.” I made my voice sharp, tinged with warning. “Next time you stay buckled until Daddy lets you out.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet, closing the car door with my hip.
“Oh for heaven's sake,” she grumbled. “That is truly not necessary, Lennon. I am more than capable of—Ow!”
I shut down her protests with a sharp slap to her skirt-covered behind. She flushed as she twirled to look around the parking lot. “Lennon!” she gasped. “What if someone sees?”
“If that would bother you, then I suggest you start behaving and let Daddy be in charge,” I hummed, keeping my tone even and nonchalant. “And for the record, it’s Daddy. Call me Lennon again and you’ll pay the price.”
She piped down then, pressing her lips tight as she shot a glare in my direction. That was okay. I could deal with her ire, and she really was quite adorable when she was angry. A jolt of desire shot directly to my cock, and I struggled to refrain from adjusting myself as I led her across the lot and into the mall.
“What are we doing here? I told you I didn’t have my purse,” she grumbled as I veered toward the woman’s department.
“And I told you you wouldn’t need it.” I could see that she wasn’t going to stop protesting, so I turned sharply and redirected, all but pulling her through the store, stopping only once we were through the front doors and in the main part of the mall. Walking over to a set of benches in the center, I turned her toward me and caught her gaze, speaking firmly. “I am going to make your rules. And I am going to make sure you have everything you need to follow those rules. And I am going to buy whatever I want to because I am the Daddy, and I can afford it. If you argue, or if you call me Lennon again…” I paused long enough to scan my surroundings. When I found what I was looking for, I turned her body toward where I pointed. “The store that sells butt plugs is there, and,” I turned her again, “the family bathrooms are there. Any questions?”
Her eyes went wide as saucers, and her neck muscles contracted as she swallowed back whatever argument she might have had before shaking her head. “No, Daddy.”
“Good.” I nodded sharply. “Now come along.”
I spoke confidently, but I knew this wasn’t the end of it, and I secretly hoped she’d give me a reason to make good on my threats. A woman like Zoe in a relationship like this one, especially with me being the younger party, would need to be put in her place firmly and often. She may not know it yet, but I was up to the task.
ZOE
Well, shit. When had the boy I’d known grown into a man who was so confidently commanding, so unwaveringly firm, and so damn hot? Lennon bossed me around like I was a child and he truly was my Daddy, and as much as it ground on my every nerve, it also turned me on. My body hummed as I followed him back to the store we’d just come out of. When we crossed the threshold he turned and took my hand again, leading me through the racks of women’s work clothes, past the shoes, around the perfume counter.
When we stopped outside the intimates department, he turned to face me. “Are you ready to hear your first rule?”
Curious, I nodded eagerly as anticipation pooled in my gut. And… other places.
He walked me through the delicate displays of lacy panties and satin brassieres to the back of the section, where the pajamas were. “You don’t strike me as a woman who sleeps in the nude,” he mused.
I flushed. He was right. I wasn’t.