Chapter Seven
Amy
I hadn’t slept in someone’s arms like that…ever…and it started my day with a tangle of emotions. Mitch had left when I was barely awake, and I could have almost believed him to be a dream if it wasn’t for his dark masculine scent on my pillow.
After lounging for another hour—why had he got up so early?
—I hauled myself out of bed and prepared for work.
There was lots to do at the office. There always was in the summer months, and we had the commission for the Six Nations rugby merchandise, which would be in demand in the blink of an eye.
But we were a well-oiled machine, me and the girls, and would take it in our stride… hopefully.
After two big cups of tea and a slice of peanut butter on toast, I headed out of the door.
Work was only a few minutes’ walk away, and as I passed Carlos a lovely warm feeling grew in my belly and spread outward to my limbs.
I slowed, glanced in the window, and sought out the table we’d sat at the evening before.
It was, of course, empty, the restaurant still and quiet and full of shadows.
Milk. He’d ordered me milk, as though I really was a little girl.
And I hadn’t objected, I’d done what I was told.
Obeyed my daddy. And when he’d ordered my food, without consulting me, rather than me being indignant, somehow, that had been freeing.
I hadn’t had to think about it. He’d known what I liked and ordered.
End of. Leaving me to, well…just be me. In the moment. With him.
It was a new part of my psyche I hadn’t tapped into. I’d never been cared for like that. Perhaps older children had been there for me when I was growing up, but not my parents. I was in the community; as a kid it was all about survival, and I’d learned that fast.
I carried on walking, Mitch still dominating my thoughts.
Just before we’d fucked, he’d referred to me as a woman.
The little girl thing dropped when his cock had hardened.
And he liked my pubic hair. I did, always had, but other men had expressed different opinions.
But why should I change what nature had given me?
It was staying, so were my soft fluffs of underarm hair.
The office was air-conditioned and smelled of coffee. I said good morning to my three colleagues, Sarah, Jasmine, and Beth, and took my seat. My to-do list was ridiculously long, but I had all week to tackle it, so it wasn’t impossible.
“Good weekend?” Sarah asked without looking up.
“Not bad, you?” I fired off the first email of many.
“Quiet, went to see my parents.”
“They doing okay?” Jasmine asked her as she sharpened a pencil.
“Old and cranky, but yes, we had a nice lunch out.” Sarah chuckled. “And they paid. Always a bonus.”
“We had date night,” Beth said with a smile. “Our four-year anniversary.”
“Congratulations,” I said. “Where’d you go?”
“The Ivy, it’s a bit special.”
“Ah yes, very nice.” I nodded. “My friend, Becca, went recently and said it was excellent.”
“It is. You should find yourself a hunk to take you out for meals.” Beth gave me a raised-eyebrow look. “Once in a while wouldn’t hurt.”
I smiled and set my attention back down at my notebook.
I wasn’t ready to tell them about Mitch yet.
He was more than a one-night stand, I was sure.
Hell, he’d already taken me out for a meal and stayed the night.
But I wasn’t confident enough to bring him up.
I’d been let down by people too many times growing up to be able to trust my own instincts, even if I did feel I could trust him.
Fuck, this was complicated. Should it be? I rubbed my temple and tried to concentrate on a list of dates and matches and what would be needed at each.
The morning flew by, and before I knew it, Sarah was taking an order for lunch. She was heading to the local deli, Rasputin’s, and I ordered a falafel wrap and a pineapple smoothie.
“Can you add those New Zealand versus Wales scarves onto the itinerary for Cardiff?” Beth called across to me.
“Already done.” I smiled.
“You’re too good.” She laughed.
Sarah soon reappeared with our lunch orders, and I sipped my smoothie and worked.
Suddenly the atmosphere changed, sparked, intensified. Another presence filled the room.
“Can I help you, Officer?” Jasmine said, her voice more high-pitched than usual.
“I’m looking for Amy.” A deep, gruff, and familiar voice.
My heart squeezed.
Mitch!
He stood in the doorway to the office with his broad shoulders almost touching the frame. He was in uniform, black boots, trousers, short-sleeved shirt, and a stab vest that held a variety of gadgets including a phone. From his belt hung cuffs, a truncheon, and a torch.
Our gazes connected, and a tremble of excitement attacked my entire body. Him being unexpectedly in the room did strange things to me, including heating my cheeks.
One side of his mouth tipped into a half-smile. “Ah, seems I’ve found her.” He walked toward me.
I glanced at the girls. They were all wide-eyed, mouths half open, and frozen in their seats.
And not surprising, he was a sight to behold in his uniform—all big and masculine, domineering, and powerful.
“Has she done something wrong?” Beth, the oldest of the group, managed and then cleared her throat.
“I don’t know yet.” He stopped in front of my desk and set his knuckles on it, leaned forward, invading my space. “Have you, Amy?” A tiny flicker of a smile. “Have you misbehaved?”
My breaths were coming fast and shallow. “What…what are you doing here?”
He bit on his bottom lip but didn’t answer me.
“And…what have you done to your face?” I asked quietly.
There was a long scratch from his temple to just below his right eye. It was fresh and deep.
“Hazard of the job,” he said. “Injuries, that is.”
“Oh, I see.”
“I really think, Officer.” Beth stood. “If she has done something wrong you might need permission to—”
He leaned in closer, slid his hand behind the back of my neck, and held my face to his. Then he kissed me. A firm, hungry press of his lips that screamed possession.
“Oh…I…” Beth managed and sat with a bump.
“Mitch!” I gasped and stared into his black eyes. My heart was clattering and my skin tingling all over.
“My shift finishes at seven,” he said quietly. “I’ll be straight round. And don’t eat, I’ll bring us something.”
“I…okay.”
“And.” He moved his mouth to my ear. “Because you were such a brave girl last night, telling me about our past, I’ve got you a present.” He pulled back, the liquid depths of his eyes full of promise and desire.
“A present? What?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.” He straightened and hooked one thumb into his belt. “You’ll have to be patient.”
Fuck. He was so damn hot in his uniform. I’d thought that the first time I’d seen him, but now, here in my office, murmuring into my ear, kissing me in front of my work colleagues. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. My body was on fire with lust.
Maybe, just maybe he would be the one to finally make me come on a cock.
He tipped his head, as though knowing what I was thinking, kind of smiled, then turned. “Goodbye, ladies, stay out of trouble.”
And with that, he was gone.
“What the ever-loving hell!” Jasmine held up her hands. “Who is that piece of sex on a stick?”
“Did that just happen?” Sarah was staring at the door. “And has he got a friend?”
“I’m guessing that was a social call and not official police business.” Beth was frowning at me. “And…you didn’t tell us you were seeing anyone?”
I gulped and touched my lips. I could still feel the dominant touch of his lips. “It’s…it’s new.”
“He seems very keen.” Jasmine nodded eagerly. “And damn it, girl, you get a chance to explore under that uniform. Make sure you do just that and then give us all the gory details.”
Grabbing my smoothie with a shaking hand, I took a long slurp, hoping the coolness would help me avoid combustion.
“Promise!” Jasmine said, waggling her finger at me.
I nodded and sucked on my straw.
“So when did you meet?” Beth asked.
“He was the officer on the case when Becca went missing,” I managed, though my throat felt tight and a strange quiver had set up between my legs.
“God, yes, that was awful. How is she doing?”
“Good, yes, really well now. Glad it’s over.” I blew out a breath and regained control.
“And talk about a silver lining, or rather a tall, dark, and handsome lining!” Sarah said. “Lucky bitch. Wish one of my friends would get kidnapped so I could find myself a sexy-as-fuck policeman.”
I didn’t say anything and turned my attention back to my laptop.
“You’ve got to promise,” Jasmine said. “We want all the details after your next date with him.”
“Sure, yes, of course.” Not bloody likely. Mitch’s particular brand of romance wasn’t for general consumption. I’d have to be stretched on a rack to confess we’d only just met but quickly fallen into a Daddy and his little girl kink.
Kink. Is that what it was? Was I kinky?
I guessed so. But so what? If it worked for us both, what did it matter? We were consenting. So hell yeah. I wanted to be his little girl and have him care for me, protect me, pay for meals, and treat me with presents.
I wondered what he’d got me? He seemed pretty pleased with himself. He also had something dirty planned, that much I could tell. His eyes spoke volumes when he looked at me like that.
Fortunately, the day passed quickly because I was wrapped up in work. And it wasn’t until I was walking home that I had the time to enjoy the anticipation of seeing Mitch again.
What would I wear? The little girl outfit? The socks for sure, he’d liked them. Maybe I could shower and put nightwear on. Seven o’clock was little girl’s bedtime, right?
An hour later the door buzzed, and I let him into the block. He must have taken the stairs two at a time again because he was outside my apartment in an instant.
“Hey, baby girl.” He stepped in, filling the space. “Bedtime, huh.” He bit on his bottom lip and roamed his attention over me in such a slow, appreciative way it felt like an actual caress.
I’d opted for pink-and-white-striped shortie pajamas, plaited my hair again, and added the knee-high socks for good measure.
“I’ve got to get my beauty sleep,” I said with a giggle.
“You couldn’t be more beautiful.” He took my hand and kissed my knuckles, held my eye contact.
Damn it, the guy was good. No one had ever said that to me before. Ever.
I pressed my thighs together, heat forming in my pussy. And I knew without looking my nipples were hard. I hitched in a breath as desire prickled my skin.
“I brought food.” He held up an M toys hadn’t exactly been abundant in my childhood.
“You want to open it?”
I nodded.
He curled his free arm around my waist and pulled me close.
I set my hand on his plain white t-shirt and absorbed the heated solidity of his flesh beneath.
“Give me a kiss and you can have it.”
“Sounds like a fair deal.” I touched my lips to his.
He instantly took control and sought my tongue, tipping his head to deepen our connection.
I moaned softly. I’d been excited to see him, and he did not disappoint.
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” he murmured, “like all my favorite flavors rolled into one.”
I giggled again, not knowing what to say to that. “So can I have my present, Daddy? I’ve been a good little girl.”
There was a tiny twitch in his left cheek, his jaw tensing, and then he smiled. “Sure, go ahead, open it.” He passed it to me.
Hurriedly, I sat on the sofa and placed what seemed to be a box shape on my lap. Presents were a rarity. Sure, Becca and I always remembered each other’s birthdays and traded at Christmas, and we did a Secret Santa at the office, but other than that…
I shook it. It rattled, a lot.
He laughed and sat next to me, his jean-clad thigh shoving up against my bare leg. “Do you know what it is?”
“Not a clue?”
“So open it.”
I did as he’d asked and took the present out of the bag. “Oh…I…” It was a Disney jigsaw; a Magical Kingdom scene with all of the princesses and the dwarves and Dumbo in front of the castle. Very detailed. Five hundred pieces.
“I…thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He took the plait closest to him in his hand and stroked the ribbon. “You can lie on the floor and do it while I watch TV. Should keep you busy until bedtime.”
“I’m not sure I’ve done a jigsaw before.”
His right eyebrow lifted slightly as though he was surprised.
“There’s no time like the present to have a go.
” He took the jigsaw, opened it, then set it on the floor in front of the TV.
“Start by turning all of the pieces over so you can see the picture and then begin at the corners, joining the sides.”
“You want me to do it now?” I’d been expecting him to orchestrate an activity with less clothing.
“That’s what I said. I’ll sort food.” He pointed at the floor. “Lie down, get puzzling.”
I slid from the sofa to my knees, feeling suddenly very small, and crawled to the jigsaw box. I lay down, on my stomach, and stared at the image of Cinderella.
“Now you get on with that like a good little girl,” he said and ran his hand from the nape of my neck to my ass. Slowly. His fingers sliding on the silky material of my nightwear and tapping over my spine. When he reached my ass he had a proper feel of each cheek, a squeeze, and then a tiny smack.
“Oh!” I caught my breath. It hadn’t hurt. I just hadn’t expected it.
“Make Daddy proud,” he said. “Because I know you can do it.”
I wanted to make him proud. I wanted to do the puzzle in record time. So I started turning the pieces over and spreading them out.
After a few minutes he came back, squatting at my side this time and once again running his hand down my back to my ass. “Excellent start,” he murmured by my ear then kissed my temple.
A thrill went through me. His attention and praise was addictive.
“Keep at it.” He ran his hand from my left buttock to my right then slipped his fingers between my legs, just catching my pussy over the material. And then he was gone.
I held in a whimper. I wanted more of his touch there. More of him. More of fucking everything.