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His smile is small and warm. “It’s someone who lets go of being grown up for a while. Someone who lets somebody else take care of them, and doesn’t worry about being in charge. They play. They nap. They don’t have to hold it together, because someone else is there to do it for them.” Adrien’s finger pushes in a little further, and I can feel myself opening around him, and it’s so much that my brain floats up and away from my body.

I want to ask questions, but I can only make tiny, wordless noises while he works circles inside me.

“It’s like…” he continues, “being safe enough to be little again. To be cared for like you needed. Like you never got. If you ever wanted to try it,” Adrien says, “for a day, or a week, or forever, there’s nothing I want more than to be the one to give it to you.” He curls his finger, stroking my inner walls like he’s looking for something. “You could have all the stuff you missed out on. Toys, treats, love. You’d always be safe. You’d never be alone, or scared, or ashamed of what you need. I’d handle everything. You’d only have to be good.”

My voice comes out so tiny I don’t recognize it. “And… if I’m… not good?”

His whole body shudders, and he hugs my thigh. “Then you’d be forgiven. I’d give you rules, and you’d break them sometimes, and you’d be forgiven. You wouldn’t ever have to wonder if I’d stop caring about you.”

A sob jumps out of my chest, but it’s not sad. It’s light, like someone opened a window in a room I didn’t know was locked.

He gentles his hand, just resting it over my hole, his finger inside but still. “You’d just get all the chances you need. All the second starts.”

I don’t know how to say yes. I don’t know how to say please. I just nod and cry and nod again, and his face goes so soft it’s like he’s melting. He pulls out, rolls us so I’m lying on top of him, then pushes his finger back in, making me moan.

“We could try it for a day,” he says, “unless you want more, and then we’ll do more.”

“I—I don’t know how,” I admit, voice trembling.

He kisses my hair. “You don’t have to. I’ll show you. We’ll go slow. I’ll take care of everything.”

I feel myself shrinking and softening, thoughts slipping away from sharp to fuzzy. I feel small. Not in the bad way, not like I want to disappear, but like I want to be held and kept and looked after.

I don’t know what Adrien does with his hand, but suddenly my body goes rigid and my sight blurs to white—somewhere inside me, something sparks to life, and it’s all I can do not to scream.

My hips buck, chasing after the pressure, and he hums, delighted. “There it is,” he murmurs. “That’s your spot, baby. Did you like that?”

I can’t speak—I’m arched up, sobbing out these little gasps, because every time he touches it, the hot, shivery pleasure spikes up my spine and into my head. I feel like I’m going to die from it, like the world is splitting open from the inside.

His hand never stops moving, not for a second. He keeps his finger curled, stroking over that spot again and again, until I’m shaking so hard my teeth chatter.

“You’re so perfect,” Adrien says, voice going low and hungry. “I could keep you like this forever. What if I did?” His lips find my ear, teeth grazing at the edge. “What if I just kept you safe and soft and happy, and you never had to worry about anything except being good and letting me take care of you? You can have this pleasure every day. I’ll take you home after a while and make you a room just for you, with everything you could ever want. You’ll let me lock you up, keep you, because you know it’s for your own safety. You’ll know it’s just Daddy keeping his little sweetheart safe and sound. Doesn’t that sound nice, Kammie?”

I’m nodding—I don’t know when I started, but yes, yes, I want that, I want it so bad my voice breaks in my throat.

He strokes that spot again. My world narrows to the point of impossible pleasure, and something in me cracks open. I let out a noise I’ve never heard from myself, not even in private, a desperate, needy, little whine.

“Good boy,” he croons. “You’re so good for me. You let me in, even when it scares you. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again, you understand? You belong to me now.”

It shouldn’t make sense. It should creep me out, maybe, because nobody talks this way, not even in the worst corners of the internet, and it’s also barely been any time since he drugged me in an alley. But when Adrien says it, the words slot into place like they’ve been waiting for me all along, and I believe him. I want to believe him so badly I could cry.

My body is on fire, blazing everywhere he touches me, and I want more; I want everything. I grind down hard against his hand, chasing the feeling, reckless and greedy for it.

“There you go,” Adrien says, his voice thick and proud. “You just take what you need. That’s what you’re supposed to do, sweetheart. That’s what I’m here for.” He presses his face into my neck, stubble scraping, his other hand petting my hair. “I’ll take care of you forever, Kammie. I’m never letting you go.”

I’m not sure if I black out, or if time just telescopes, but there’s a split second where I am nowhere and nothing, just a pinpoint of white-hot sensation flooding every cell. Then I’m coming so hard it’s like my whole body is convulsing, my thighs clamped around Adrien’s hand, my insides fluttering and clenching helplessly. I feel my cum splatter between us, sticky and hot, and I sob for it; I actually sob, because nobody has ever made me feel like this, or like it was okay to feel like this, or like it was even possible.

He slows his hand, riding out my shudders, and the aftershocks are so intense I whimper, squirming away from his fingers. He withdraws, easy and careful, then cradles me in both arms, rocking me through the comedown, which is almost as intense as the orgasm itself. I feel raw, split open, like I’ve gone through something I cannot even name. It hurts in the best way.

Adrien holds me, rocking and humming, his lips on the top of my head, and I can’t stop crying, but it’s not sad at all. It’s like the relief is too big for my body to contain, and it has to come out of me somehow.

He pets my hair, and I remember something he said. “You’ll know it’s just Daddy keeping his little sweetheart safe and sound.” The words rattle around in my head, rearranging everything I thought I knew about myself. There’s a part of me that wants to fight it, to push away all these feelings and scream and run because this man kidnapped me.

But I can’t. I don’t want to.

I want… I want Daddy.

My Daddy.