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Reuben led her over to the elevator. Faith held his hand tight as they stepped into it. She still hated elevators.
“Nothing will happen to you,” he told her. “I promise.”
The elevator stopped, and the doors opened into a foyer.
Reuben tugged her behind him as he unlocked a door and they stepped into a gorgeous apartment.
Wainscoting ran partway up the walls. It was painted in an off-white, while the top half was a gorgeous gray. She followed him through to a large living area. Floor-to-ceiling windows caught her attention and she gasped in shock.
Letting go of his hand, she approached the windows, staring out at the New York skyline.
She’d thought that the view from his office was amazing, but this was next level.
“Is that the Empire State Building?” she whispered in awe.
“It is.” He moved up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist.
“That’s amazing.”
“What’s amazing is that my need for you only seems to grow the more I’m with you,” he told her. “It was fucking torture being away from you these last few days. I don’t want to keep my hands off you.”
Then don’t.
She tried to turn, but he clasped hold of her hips. “No moving.”
Faith took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“There’s no one else here, just you and me. You need to remember that you’re Daddy’s good girl, yes?”
“Yes,” she moaned as he dragged her dress up over her ass, completely exposing her from the waist down.
“Can people see me?” she asked nervously.
“Perhaps,” he told her. “I can turn off all the lights if you prefer. But even if they can see us, they won’t know who we are.”
Was he sure?
He sounded sure. And she couldn’t imagine he’d be wrong about something like that.
“The choice is yours. Do I switch off the lights? Or leave them on for someone to see us.”
Why did the idea of someone seeing her make her feel hot? Of strangers seeing her . . . not anyone who knew who she was.
Was there something wrong with her?
“Remember . . . your desires don’t make you dirty or wrong. You know that. You’re always my good girl. You’re the person who helps people in need. How many times have you sacrificed your own safety and happiness for someone else? You are a good girl. Wanting something that turns you on, doing what I want because it turns you on could never be wrong.”
He was right. She breathed slowly in and out. She’d had similar thoughts when she’d realized she was a Little. That it was wrong.
But she’d worked through them with books and talking to other Littles. Her family had been surprisingly accepting. Meeting Matt had also helped her feel less weird. Although he’d never wanted to experiment in the bedroom.
Which was fine. She’d been satisfied.
Hadn’t she?
“Leave the lights on,” she whispered. “I want to try . . . I want to see what it feels like. But I don’t want to do what we did earlier anytime soon.”
“And you won’t have to. As long as you remember that if anything ever happens, if anyone ever makes you feel less, if they frighten you, or if they anger you . . . then you run to me. Understand?”
