"Oh," I said. "You really want me to call you Daddy, sir?" It made me happy. It was like he was accepting me, granting me permission to be his daughter again.
"More than 'can,' babygirl," he said. And then his hand, his perfect hand, touched my cheek, and he caressed my jaw. "I order you to call me Daddy. Do you understand me, little girl? Don't make me tell you again."
I think I swallowed my tongue, because this gorgeous man was touching me like this. Oh god, I knew right then I was in love with him. I felt it in my p***y. It literally throbbed in my panties. Worse, I knew I was getting wet. I'd always had a problem with wetness. My p***y always drooled when I was horny. Sometimes, I'd have to go into a bathroom and stuff tissues between my legs, it got so bad. Oh, dear Jesus, I prayed,
