ME AND MY DADDI - Season 4 Episode 8

Eve felt a tranquil happiness she never had before when she opened her eyes the next morning in Patrick’s arms. She snuggled closer and breathed in his masculine scent. She jerked her hand away from his chest when a rumble of laughter came from his throat.

She looked up at him. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, baby. You did everything very right. I like you touching me.”

She smiled and flattened her hand. “You’re so hard and furry.”

He chuckled, picked up her hand, and kissed her knuckles.

“What do you want to do today?”

Her hand froze, and she stared up at him. “I … I’m not sure.”

“What did you do at your father’s?”

“If I wasn’t cleaning the house, making the meals, or reading the bible, I sat at my window and looked outside.”

He cupped one side of her face. “You will never have to do any of that here.”

“I don’t want you to get sick of me or think I’m lazy or I’m taking advantage of you.”

“That will never happen. I want to take care of you, baby. I want to be able to do everything for you.”

“You don’t even know me,” she reminded him.

“As I told you before, I know enough, and what I’ve learned since having you in my home has just confirmed everything the girls had told me.”

“But they don’t know inside of me.”

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

“There’s something wrong with my soul…”

“Stop,” he interrupted and pressed a finger to her mouth. “This is what your father has told you over the years, correct?”

She nodded slowly.

“Baby, he only said those things to keep you with him. With your low to non-existent self-esteem, it made you feel like you couldn’t do anything without him.”

She scrunched her brows together as she thought over his words.

“Your father is an abusive, self-righteous son of a bitch who doesn’t deserve you.”

She cuddled back against him and wrapped an arm around his waist but stayed silent as she absorbed the words.

“What have you wanted to do but couldn’t?”

“Have friends over, or go for walks, or play with dogs and cats.”

Patrick chuckled. “I like all those things, too.”

She glanced up. “Really?”

“Yes, baby. Really.”

He held her for another moment. “How about we get dressed and go down to breakfast?”

“Okay.” She scooted off the bed and raced into her bedroom.

In the kitchen, Patrick helped Eve into a chair at a small table. She looked around the beautiful room, and her gaze fell on the stern-looking woman at the stove. Her stomach tightened in dread. What if the woman didn’t like her? What if she did something terrible, and Patrick didn’t want her anymore?’

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Earlier, in bed, Patrick chuckled and let her study him. He was turned a bit to the side to prevent his hard cock from scaring her. She wasn’t quite ready for that. Someday, hopefully soon, he’d be able to roll her underneath him every morning and dive into her warm tight body.

A grin spread across his face when he suggested breakfast and then watched her run out of the room.

A few minutes later, she met him in the hallway.

He didn’t say anything, but that was the last time she’d see those dresses. He’d get some clothes for her that day, and he eventually wanted to check into a puppy or kitten for her.

Patrick helped Eve into a chair at a small table in the kitchen.

He could tell she was getting worked up when he brought two glasses of orange juice back to the table, so he sat beside her and laid an arm on the back of her chair.

“What’s got you worried?”

She wrung her hands together in her lap. “I don’t know how to act. What if she doesn’t like me?”

“Are you talking about Agnes, our cook?”

She shrugged.

He waited until the older woman brought over two plates.

“Agnes, I’d like you to meet Eve.”

Eve stared down at her lap, unable to look the older woman.

“Baby, look up. There’s no reason to be afraid of her.”

“She won’t like me,” she whispered to Patrick.

“I already like you, child. Anyone that brings a smile to this boy’s face is a good person in my book.”

Eve’s head snapped up, and her mouth dropped open.

He could tell Agnes was going to take to the girl right away. She had a soft spot for little ones who needed extra love.

“I’m delighted to meet you, Eve.”

“I … I’m glad to meet you, too, ma’am.”

“You’ll call me Agnes.”

Eve nodded and tried to smile.

“Do you know how to bake, child?”

Eve sat up straight. “I … yes. It’s been a while. Not since my mom was alive, but I know I enjoy it.”

“Good. Maybe you could help me out sometimes. I’m a superb cook, but I can’t bake to save me.”

“I would be happy to. Any time,” she said eagerly.

Agnes nodded. “Good. Now eat before it gets cold.”

The cook was halfway across the room when Eve asked what was on her plate. From the way Agnes paused, she’d heard it also, and he knew her heart went out to the girl even more.

“It’s French toast, baby. Haven’t you ever had it?” Patrick asked.

“No. I was only allowed one egg and one piece of toast for breakfast.”

Patrick’s hand fisted in his lap as anger raced through him.

“Well, here, you’ll have all sorts of things. Tell Agnes or me if there’s anything you don’t like.”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll like everything.”

He glanced at Agnes and grinned as he looked down at Eve.

“There are several things I won’t eat,” Patrick informed her.

“Really? What?”

“Cooked spinach, tuna, peas…”

She grinned. “I don’t like peas,” she admitted. “I had to eat them every night of my life.”

“You’ll never see a pea in this household, child,” Agnes spoke up.

She nodded and took a bite of the toast that was covered in syrup. “Mmmm, this is so good.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Patrick said and took a bite of his own.

The next few minutes were quiet except for the sound of their forks tapping the plates or their chewing. Patrick stood when they were done and grabbed her hand.

“I want to take you outside and show you around.”

She almost bounced in excitement as he walked them around the vast back yard.

“There is an eight-foot-high stone wall around the property so you’ll be safe, and there are a few locked gates to get to the other side, but I’d still prefer you tell me when you want to explore the other side. Would that be okay?”

She nodded. “Oh, yes.”

He showed her where the floaties and pool toys were. He caught the look of fear in her face as she stared at the water.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

She glanced up at him and blushed. “I don’t know how to swim.”

He cupped her face in his hands. “I’ll teach you. There is nothing to be afraid of.”

Eve relaxed.

“Until then, I don’t want you by the pool unless I’m with you.”

“Okay.”

“Le

t me show you around inside the house.”

They walked in and out of rooms.

“This place is huge. Are you the only one who lives here?”

“Agnes and Bentley, the caretaker, live on the premises, but that’s it. Agnes is in charge of the inside of the house. She cooks the meals and supervises a crew that comes in once a week to clean. She also has a few women who help her in the kitchen when we have guests, and Bentley takes care of everything outside.”

“What can I do to help?”

“You can do whatever you want except clean or cook unless you have a passion for it. You may bake with Agnes a little, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to do it all the time.”

“I can be useful. I’m not good at sitting around doing nothing.”

He smoothed the hair from her face—the haircut her father had subjected her to. “Let’s get you settled in first. All right, baby?”

She nodded and took the hand he held out.

“I was going to have the girls come over to swim, but I don’t want you by the pool until I can teach you, so we’ll find something else for you all to do.”

She nodded and let him lead her into his office. She seemed surprised when he sat in the big chair behind the desk and tugged her into his lap.

Patrick pulled up the Macy’s website. “We’re going to look for clothes for you.”

She stiffened. “But I don’t nee—”

He pressed his finger to her lips. “I know you think you don’t need anything, but I do. I need to take care of you. It makes me happy. Will you let me do that, baby?”

She blinked back her tears and then nodded.

“Good. Let’s start with bottoms. Jeans, skirts, and shorts.”

An hour later, Patrick signed off, happy they’d gotten a good start of a new wardrobe for her.

“I’ve got a little work to do. Would you like to go to your room and check things out, or stay in here with me, or wander around the house or grounds?”

“I think I’d like to go upstairs.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “All right. I’ll come and get you when lunch is ready.”

She nodded and jumped off his lap. He watched her walk out of the room and had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from calling out to her to come back. He was starting to understand what his friends, who had littles of their own, meant about being possessive bordering on obsession.

He thought Eve was doing well so far. She hadn’t any breakdowns and seemed to be comfortable with him. The only thing he wished was for her to call him daddy, but he’d just gotten her the day before and knew it would take time. Eventually, he had to explain what it would mean to be his little. That their relationship would eventually become sexual, and he just hoped that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, and she’d be able to handle having sex. Her father had done so much damage she might find it reprehensible at the thought of having sex with him.

Also, there was the possibility she didn’t or wouldn’t feel that way about him, but he’d cross that road if they came to it. At the moment, he would just enjoy having her with him.

Only time would tell.