Page 10 of Daddy's Temptation
“I appreciate it, man. I’m months behind on getting a second location open. Which means I’m losing money hand over fist because I have to wait-list dozens of potential members.”
“I’ll let you know what I find out.” Roland stands. I walk him out, thanking him again for his help.
Back in my office, I try to focus on work, but with Candace’s scent lingering in the air, it’s nearly impossible. I can’t stop thinking about how sweetly she submitted to me. How she looked bent over my desk with her ass red from her spanking.Fuck.I adjust my cock, again. I’ve been rock-hard all fucking morning.
Our conversation plays over in my mind—no strings attached. It should be every man’s dream—not mine. My heart and brain are warring with each other. I want to go all in. She’s the kind of woman—no, not someonelikeher, only her—that I can see myself falling in love with. I can visualize a picture of our future—her as my babygirl, and me her daddy. She would be spoiled and coddled when she’s my good girl. Over my knee for a spanking when she’s a naughty girl. My cock throbs at the picture of her cherry-red ass wriggling over my knees as my hand crashes down on her bottom. It makes every scene I’ve ever had feel totally meaningless.
Empty.
I’ve lived for years as a sadist, not wanting to get entangled in a woman who doesn’t move me. Being a daddy means having open affection and tenderness for the little you’re playing with—even just for one scene. Empty affection that means nothing once the scene ends has never appealed to me. It’s easy enough to find a submissive to let loose my dominant side. They want to be tied up and under my control. Hungry for my whip and flogger… that I was able to keep meaningless. Not this.
Candace has handed me the keys to the candy factory. She’s my babygirl, and I’m her daddy. She’s determined to keep our arrangement casual… It’s up to me to change her mind. I’ve decided that she’s the one for me, and despite the risk that she will end things, I’m going all in.
I’m Candace’s daddy, and I give zero fucks about the consequences. I have faith that I can change her mind.
* * *
Sugar is practically bouncingin her seat as she tells me all about her wedding plans. “And you should see Candace’s dress!”
She pulls out her phone and flips through some pictures then shows me the screen. I practically swallow my tongue when I lay eyes on my angel. She’s wearing a pale pink floor-length dress that clings to her every curve. Her blonde hair is loose around her shoulders, and she’s smiling broadly at the camera.
“It’s gorgeous right?”
“She is… I mean, yeah, the dress is great.” Thankfully Sugar doesn’t seem to catch my slip of the tongue. I don’t think Candace has mentioned our relationship status to her, and even though Sugar is my closest friend, it doesn’t feel like it’s my place to tell her.
“Can you believe I’m getting married?” Sugar is bouncing in her chair again. “Me a married woman and to a dominant nonetheless!”
She takes a bite of her pancakes and scrunches up her nose, then picks up the syrup and adds an ungodly amount to the last few bites.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I ask, giving her a meaningful look.
She spears a bite and shrugs. “What happens at brunch stays at brunch,” Sugar says with her mouth full.
“Would Oliver approve?”
Sugar pouts. “Are you going to tattle on me?”
“Does he need to tattle on you?” Oliver asks, causing Sugar to jump. He wraps his arms around Sugar from behind and kisses her cheek.
“No?” Sugar says hopefully.
Oliver picks up her fork and the last bite of pancake that is dripping with syrup. “It looks like my sweet girl has overdosed on sugar.”
“Pancakes need syrup.” Sugar’s tone changes to that of a pouty little girl. I smile, loving how easily she slips into her little self for Oliver. It took her a long time to find someone to be so vulnerable with. For the first time ever, I see a future for myself with the kind of easy love they have. They are made for each other, just like Candace is made for me.
Oliver gives her an affectionate kiss. “Next time, you need a daddy-approved level of syrup.”
“Okay, Mr. Party Pooper.”
I hide my chuckle behind a cough.
“Try again, little one,” Oliver growls.
“I’ll be a good girl next time, daddy.”
Oliver snorts because he knows that she won’t be able to resist the extra syrup. It’s become a little game with them. She eats way more sugar than she’s allowed at our weekly brunch, he comes and scolds her, then they go home, and Sugar gets the spanking she’s asking for. He lifts her from the chair and throws her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and swats her jean covered bottom.
Sugar squeals then looks up at me with a happy smile and waves. “Bye, Andre!”