He placed the donuts down on the coffee table and turned back to cup her cheeks between his hands. “I was looking forward to seeing you in them, your hair all messed up from being in bed, your eyes sleepy as you curled up next to me and watched whatever passes for kids’ T.V. nowadays.”
“Oh, you did?” She gave him a surprised look.
“Yeah. Sunny, I don’t need you to change yourself for me. All I want is for you to be you. Because who you are is perfect. Now, go put on a pair of cute pajamas while I find something for us to watch, yeah? And bring me out a hairbrush too.”
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Because who you are is perfect.
Nobody had ever said anything like that to her before. She doubted they’d even thought it. Because in no way was she perfect.
She liked that he thought she was, though.
Now she felt bad about getting up early to shower, dress and clean the house. She hadn’t really thought he was serious. That he’d truly want to just sit and watch cartoons while she lazed around in PJs, without even doing her hair.
Turns out, she’d been wrong.
She pulled off her baggy jeans, top and bra and changed into one of her favorite pairs of pajamas. She had a few. They were her one indulgence. These ones had a lightweight, three-quarter pants with a T-shirt top. They were pale pink and written on the front of the top was, On Saturdays We Wear Pajamas.
She picked up her hairbrush and made her way back into the living room. He took up almost all the space on her small sofa. He’d opened the box of donuts and was flicking through channels, finally stopping on the Nickelodeon channel.
He turned to look at her, offering her a small smile as he read what her top said. Then he held out his hand.
“Come sit between my legs, little rebel, and I’ll brush your hair.”
She’d already brushed her hair and tied it back, but she didn’t argue. She noticed he’d placed a pillow on the floor for her to sit on. He must have grabbed it from the spare room.
“This show all right?” he asked as she settled in and he pulled her hair out of its bun.
“Oh, uh, yeah.”
He paused behind her and she turned to look up at him. He was staring down at her with a firm look.
“Sunshine River, I know we haven’t had much of a talk about expectations, but one thing I expect from you is honesty. Even if it’s just a small thing like what T.V. channel you want to watch. Understood?”
His voice sent a shiver across her spine. One filled with anticipation and a slight bit of trepidation. She’d gone to bed last night with her clit throbbing. For the first time in ages, she’d actually brought herself to pleasure with the vibrator she’d bought after Greg left.
It had been the best orgasm she’d ever had. Which made her wonder how amazing her orgasm would be with Duke. She just hoped he wasn’t going to be disappointed.
If it even got to that stage.
“Sorry,” she told him.
“Sorry, Daddy,” he said firmly.
They were diving straight in then. Not that she was complaining. “Sorry, Daddy.” She gave him the channel she usually watched.
“Was that so hard to tell me? Was it scary?”
“No, Daddy. I just. . .” She nibbled on her lip.
“You what?”
“I guess I’m just used to doing what other people want.”
“You mean those two douches you were with made you put them first when it should have been the other fucking way around,” he said bluntly.
Yeah, she guessed that was a fair assessment.