Page 40 of Daddy's Temptation
“What if you just had to say yes?” She smiles again and looks at something over her shoulder. My eyes follow hers, and what I see makes my breath catch. Oliver is walking towards us again, but he doesn’t have Sugar’s favorite stuffie in his hands… No, he’s holding the hand of an angel.
My angel.
Oliver is leading Candace straight to us. My eyes devour her for the first time in weeks. She looks like she’s lost weight, but that doesn’t take away from her beauty one bit. Her eyes meet mine from across the room, and I swear I could fall into that bright blue gaze of hers. My attention is drawn down to her kissable mouth. She has her bottom lip trapped between her teeth… a telltale sign that she’s nervous and unsure. I want to pull that plump pink lip from between her teeth and kiss away every bit of her nervousness.
After what feels like forever, my angel is standing a mere foot away from me. I clench my hands into fists at my sides, doing my best to restrain myself from yanking her to me and never letting her go again. Candace looks down at her feet, the toe of her shoe moving back and forth—another sign that she’s nervous. I hate that she denies me her eyes, but the simple fact that she’s right here in front of me is enough to make my heart pound.
“Angel,” I breathe the word reverently.
She glances up at me quickly, then her eyes leave mine again. “Daddy,” she whispers so quietly I’m not sure if she really said it or if I imagined it.
“What are you doing here?”
She starts abusing her lip again, biting down so hard the pretty pink turns white. My hand is there without a thought, my thumb gently pulling her lip from between her teeth. She gasps, looking up at me with so much hope it’s almost painful to see. Does she really think I will turn her away? I could no more turn her away than I could survive cutting my beating heart from my chest.
Instead of answering me with words, she holds up her clenched fist to hand me something. She opens her fist, and a delicate chain falls into the palm of my hand. I look at her with a question, then really look at what she’s handed me. It’s not just a chain, there’s a dainty charm attached. I give her a quizzical look, but she just nods toward the chain.
I pick it up by the charm and suck in a sharp breath at what’s engraved on the little heart's surface: ‘Andre’s Angel.’ I look from the charm pinched between my fingers and the beautiful girl standing in front of me with so much love and hope in her eyes that my heart swells. I don’t hesitate for a single second before tugging her against my chest.
She stiffens for a moment as if in shock, but then melts against me. Her small arms wrap around my waist and hold tight. I breathe in her sweet scent, burning it into my memory so I’ll never forget this moment—the moment when my little girl came back to me with open arms.
I hear Sugar whoop from somewhere to the side of us and decide this reunion isn’t for anyone else. I want Candace all to myself. After being separated for so long I don’t want to share her. I never want to share her again.
Bending low, I lift Candace up over my shoulder and walk with purpose towards my office and privacy. The applause and woots from our friends and other club members draw a smile from me. For the first time in weeks, everything is right in my world.
I kick the door shut behind us and set my girl back on her feet. Her hair is sexily mussed, and her face is flushed pink from being upside down. Neither of those things compares to the radiant smile on her pink lips. Her blue eyes look up at me with uncertainty, though, when I just stand taking her in.
Fuck me.
My girl is dressed like a wet dream. I have no idea how her outfit didn’t register the second I saw her other than I was shocked by her appearance at all. A part of me had already accepted that she was lost to me forever, even though I was clinging to hope that she would listen to reason once she had time to think.
Candace is standing before me looking every bit the little girl. Gone is her usual clubwear of tight, sexy dresses and sky-high heels. She’s wearing a short frilly dress that looks fit for a naughty princess, she has on knee-high white socks topped with lace and little pink bows that perfectly match her dress. The icing on top of the sexy treat that she is are the cute little mary-jane shoes she’s wearing.
She looks like the sweetest, most perfect little girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. My cock throbs in my pants, begging for a reunion at the sight of her. There’ll be time for that later. Right now, we need to have a conversation.
Sex can wait.
For a little while, at least.
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Candace
Candace
I shift on my feet as Andre takes me in as if seeing me for the first time. His eyes are burning with restrained desire. Tension radiates from my every nerve ending as I wait him out. Now isn’t the time for me to demand an answer to my obvious gesture. Usually, it’s the dominant that offers the submissive a collar…
I bucked tradition in both picking out my own collar and giving it to Andre. The plan Sugar and I concocted seemed like a fantastically romantic idea when we discussed it. I mean, if a woman can propose marriage to a man, why can’t a submissive ask for her dominant to collar her?
Right at this moment, it feels like a foolish idea. A total overstep. What if he doesn’t want me anymore? What if I ruined my chances? Sugar said that Andre one hundred percent wants me… but what if he doesn’t?
I wait with bated breath for Andre to say something… anything. Why is he just looking at me? Did I go too far dressing like this? He says he’s really a daddy, not a sadist, but what if he realized he was wrong? I was his first ever babygirl… What if my pushing him away and rejecting what he offered changed his mind?
My bottom lip trembles as my mind catastrophizes every possible scenario. Andre closes the gap between us and cups my cheek in his big, warm hand. My knees practically buckle at the contact. I let out a shaky breath, feeling the barest bit of hope. Andre leans down and brushes a whisper of a kiss against my lips, leaving them tingling and aching for more.
He runs his fingertips down the side of my neck, over my shoulder, and down… down my arm until he’s holding my hand in his much bigger one. Andre guides me towards the couch. “Come, angel. We need to talk.”
I silently nod. Part of me wishes that we could just skip what’s sure to be a hard conversation and go straight to making up, but that won’t solve our problems. Making up first would definitely help loosen us up for the discussion, though.