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I needed his touch, not mine.
I needed it to be Daddy.
I woke up the next morning with a groan. The sunlight streaming through the window was a glaring reminder that it was time to face the day.
The only problem was I didn’t know how I was going to face it, and Maxim, after last night.
After he spanked me and after I touched myself while thinking about that very thing.
What was I supposed to say?
A fresh wave of shame spiraled through me, and I pulled the covers up and over my head.
I was going to stay here, forever, and never show my face.
Not ever.
I didn’t know which was worse; the fact that I had touched myself thinking about Maxim or that it was the best orgasm of my life.
Probably both. Yeah. Most definitely both.
A knock on the door startled me out of my reverie. I peeked my head out from under the blanket and sat up.
“Who is it?” I asked. I don’t know why I asked. I knew it was him.
“It’s Maxim,” he replied softly, and I cleared my throat.
Guess there was no hiding out for the rest of the day. He opened the door slowly, poking his head inside.
The smile on his face was gentle and warm, and the butterflies fluttered in my stomach once again.
Oh, no.
What the hell was wrong with me?
“Breakfast will be in thirty minutes. I sent one of my men out for some clothing for you to change into. I put a rush order for a more comprehensive wardrobe for you and that should arrive tomorrow,” he explained.
I blinked, and he stepped further into the room.
He was wearing a suit again, and I had to fight the urge not to sigh.
The man was just so handsome.
I shook my head, trying to get ahold of myself.
“Clothes? A comprehensive wardrobe? I don’t need you to take care—” I began.
Maxim raised his hand slightly, silencing me with a calm but firm expression. “It’s not up for discussion. It’s my responsibility to ensure you are fully taken care of.”
“But I don’t want to be your responsibility,” I countered, the frustration evident in my tone.
“You are my responsibility, whether you accept it willingly or not,” Maxim replied, his voice steady and firm and I hated how my pussy clenched in response. “Until I can ensure your safety, you’re under my protection, and that means you’re going to need more than one outfit, little girl.”
The use of little girl was sobering, yet my heart leapt almost as if to spite myself. I crossed my arms, sinking back against the headboard.
“And what if I want to leave?” I snapped.
His gaze met mine, unflinching. “You’re not going anywhere. We both know that’s not safe right now. You’re not familiar with the extent of the danger outside these walls. Trust me when I say it’s better for you to stay here.”
