Page 136 of Merciless Daddy

Then I went to mine.

I was halfway through removing my cufflinks when there was a knock.

“Come in.”

Yelena entered wearing a dark silk robe belted at the waist. Her hair fell loose over her shoulders. She held the folded agreement against her chest.

My body reacted instantly.

I kept my hands at my sides.

“Little one,” I said. “What is it?”

She crossed the room and laid the agreement on the bed between us.

“I know it’s late but . . . I want a proper scene tonight. An exception.”

The words changed the air.

I looked at the paper. Then at her face.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Restraints. A blindfold.” Her cheeks colored, but she did not look away. “Praise. I want permission before I come.”

“All right.”

“No punishment. No pain.”

“None.”

“And I want you to stop if I say Red. No asking whether I’m sure. Just stop.”

“Yes.”

I stepped closer.

“Have you eaten enough?”

“Dinner. You watched me eat it.”

“Yes, but was it enough? Scenes can be demanding.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, Daddy. It was enough.”

“Do you want to submit as my Little tonight,” I asked, “or do you want sexual play?”

Her eyes darkened.

“Both.”

I breathed out slowly.

“For the next hour,” I said, “you put down every responsibility except telling me the truth.”

Her throat moved.

“Yes.”