“Daddy,” you cry. “Please. Please don’t hold back. I want all of you. I want to feel the real you.”
“What did you just say, kitten?” I asked softly, every word drawn out through gritted teeth. “Tell me again.”
I didn’t move. I didn’t push. I didn’t shift.
I lifted one hand and brushed her damp hair gently off her face, my fingers tracing her cheek with the kind of care I rarely let myself show. My other hand gripped the edge of the bench so hard that the wood split beneath my palm, but I didn’t let that part of me take over.
Not yet.
“Are you sure?” I whispered.
“Are you absolutely sure you want this?”
I kissed the side of her face, just beneath the edge of the blindfold. I let my lips linger. I let her feel me. I let her know I was still here, still present, still giving her the
