Chapter Six

"Idon"t care who you have to pay off," I snarl into the phone, pacing around my office like a caged lion. I step over the mess of shit I launched off my desk onto the floor, ignoring it. None of it matters. "Fucking find her."

"Jesus, Micah," Finn Taylor says, the sound of clacking keys coming down the line. "I"m working on it. But this would go a whole helluva lot faster if you"d stop calling me every fifteen minutes."

"I"m not calling you every fifteen minutes."

"You"re right. It was eleven minutes this time."

I growl wordlessly, which makes the bastard chuckle. I swear to Christ, if he wasn"t the best hacker in the state, I"d hang up on the fucker and hire someone else. But he"s the best of the best, and I want the best searching for my baby girl. Waking up without her this morning shaved years off my life. I"ve been losing my mind ever since.

Why"d she run out on me?

I plan to find her and ask. Whatever the problem is, I"m going to solve it. I"ve spent the last two years slowly losing my mind without her. I"m not going back there again—especially not now that I know what it"s like to have her in my arms. She"s meant to be mine. She needs me.

I fucking knew I should have pushed for more when I saw her crying last night, but I let her convince me that the tears were just emotional overwhelm. It was a careless mistake I won"t be making with her again. Clearly, something upset her. Something important enough to send her running from me.

The possibilities are eating me alive. Did I hurt her? Did I push for too much, too soon? Did I frighten her? I can"t fucking stand the thought that I did something to send her running. I"m supposed to protect her, care for her. Instead, I may have unknowingly destroyed the fragile bond we forged between us last night.

The thought is intolerable.

"Call me as soon as you have something," I snap at Finn, slamming the receiver down. I need to get the fuck out of my office. It"s stifling in here, as if the walls are closing in on me. I"ve already driven all over Silver Spoon Falls this morning, looking for her. But I don"t know where to look.

Roman refuses to give me her address. He said he"d contact her on my behalf. If she wants to hear from me, he"ll have her reach out. I know that"s the way this shit works. It"s the safe way to do it to protect her and every other woman who steps foot through the doors of the club. But it"s pissing me off anyway. She isn"t just some woman I met at the club. She"s my damn soul.

I snatch my keys from the desk and storm out, heading for the private elevator leading down to the parking garage. The ride down lasts a lifetime. The man reflected back in the chrome and glass walls isn"t even recognizable. He"s a wild man—his hair all fucked up, wild lights in his eyes, unshaven.

I"m a Daddy on the edge. My little girl has pushed me there. When I find her… Christ, when I find her…

As soon as I make it right between us and fix whatever upset her to the point of sneaking out, I"m going to fuck my way into her soul so she never thinks about leaving me again. I want her bound to me in every way.

I know she wants the same things I do. It was written all over her face last night.

So what scared her to the point that she ran this morning?

I slip into the driver"s seat of my Audi, slamming the door behind me, determined to find out. One way or another, I"m going to find her.

The engine purrs to life, the car vibrating beneath me. I latch my seatbelt and take off. I make another circuit through town, looking for her. Every petite blonde I see has me doing a double take, but they"re never her.

I hit the button on my navigation menu, pulling up my contact list. My finger hovers over Finn"s name before I quickly decide not to call him again. The man has an endless well of patience, but I think I might be pushing it at this point.

I dial Roman instead.

"I know you said you can"t give me her info, but I"m asking again anyway," I growl as soon as he answers. "I need to know she"s okay. If you want to call her with me on the phone to protect her privacy, I"ll settle for that, but I need to know she"s okay."

"I can—"

"I never ask for anything, Roman." I grip the steering wheel. "But I"m asking for this."

"You don"t need to—"

"Just call her. Please."

"Would you stop interrupting and let me speak? Jesus Christ, Micah," Roman growls, amusement lacing his tone. "I"m trying to tell you that I just spoke to Corey Fulton about your girl."

"Where is she?" I growl, my heart thudding against my breastbone.

"Stop whatever you"re doing and get your ass home because she"s there right now."

"Jesus." I flip a U-Turn in the middle of the road, ignoring the gray minivan that blares the horn at me as if I"m in danger of striking it. I"m not. It"s not even remotely close to me. And then I hit the gas. The R8 shoots forward, the speedometer quickly climbing. "I"m on my way."

"He had another message for you."

"Tell me," I growl.

"If you break her heart, he"s going to break both of your legs."

"Not going to happen."

"Didn"t think so," Roman chuckles. "Good luck."

"Thank you." I blow out a breath. "Seriously, thank you."

"Anytime." Roman disconnects, leaving me in silence with my racing thoughts. Davina is at my house.

What the fuck?

"Little girl," I whisper, "when I get my fucking hands on you, you"re not going to be able to sit down for a week."

Not even five minutes later, I pull up outside of the mansion I call home. It"s far too fucking big for me. This house was built for a family. No. I built it for her. Even when I thought she was a figment of my imagination, I was preparing for her. Not even two weeks after I saw her on campus, we broke ground on this place.

Every brick, every tile, every piece of furniture, every thread of silk and cotton…they were all meticulously chosen with her in mind. The floor-to-ceiling windows flood the open layout with natural light and frame the delicate flower beds and koi pond. The wide-open spaces inside the mansion reflect the room we have to grow together—a symbol of how fucking deeply I yearned to make this her home.

My heart stutters to a stop when I see her curled up on the front step, her arms wrapped around herself, her head resting against a column. She looks so tiny and miserable it makes my fucking heart ache.

I kill the engine, climbing from the car, unable to take my eyes off her.

She hasn"t noticed me yet. Her eyes are closed, her head tipped back. She isn"t sleeping, though. I think she"s lost in her own head.

I have a feeling this beautiful little conundrum spends a whole lot of time lost. The world is far too fucking big for her to be on her own. She"s a Little in every sense of the word—innocent, pure, and desperately in need of someone to anchor her and keep her secure. Without it, life and the world feel overwhelming to her. That truth is written all over her.

She"s been adrift for a long time. Perhaps that"s why she ran. It"s what she knows—running, drifting, never quite fitting, or understanding why the world is so fucking exhausting to her. She wasn"t made to worry. She was made for laughter and sunshine. She needs a Daddy, not because she isn"t capable of taking care of herself, but because she"s been taking care of herself for far too long already.

I slam the car door, waiting for her to notice me.

She startles, her eyes flying open. As soon as they land on me, they go wide. She"s so fucking cute as she leaps to her feet as if I just caught her trying to break into my house instead of sitting patiently on the front step.

"Daddy!" She practically bolts down the sidewalk toward me, her tits bouncing in her cute little dress. And that dress… fuck. It"s the perfect shade of denim, exactly like her eyes. The flared bottom dances around her thick thighs, teasing the shit out of me.

She stumbles to a stop in front of me, her hands behind her back, her gaze crawling all over me. She"s so fucking shy and sweet suddenly, as if she just remembered that she snuck out of bed this morning and isn"t sure what to do now that she"s standing in front of me.

"Come here, little girl." I point to a spot directly in front of me—one that will put her within grabbing distance.

She keeps her head down as she shuffles forward, stopping directly on the spot I indicated, standing toe to toe with me.

I tip her chin up, forcing her to face me. The tears swimming in her blue eyes threaten to crack my heart in half.

"Are you okay, baby girl?" I ask softly, eating up the sight of her like a man starved for it. Who the fuck am I kidding? I am starved for the sight of her. I"ve been dying for it all fucking day.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip before she nods.

"I need to hear the words, Davina."

"I-I"m okay."

"You ran out on me this morning."

She nods again, misery swimming through her gaze. "You"re going to be so mad at me when I tell you why."

"Did I hurt you? Scare you?"

"No!" She looks horrified that I could even think it. "No, Daddy. I l-loved everything we did together. Everything." A tear slips down her cheek. "It was the best night of my life."

I brush away the tear, my heart trying to rip itself out of my chest at the sight of it. She"s killing me and doesn"t even know it.

"I…I lied to you," she whimpers, those guileless eyes full of guilt. "When I said I know you because everyone knows you, I wasn"t being honest." Her bottom lip quivers. "I know you b-because you j-just hired the law firm where I work, Micah. Come tomorrow, I"ll be the lead paralegal working on the contract negotiations for you."

"Fuck me." I rock back on my heels, shocked.

"I"m sorry!" she cries, another tear rolling down her cheek. "I should have told you the truth before you ever t-touched me, but I-I…"

She looks so guilty. It"s the cutest goddamn thing I"ve ever seen. Despite the seriousness of the situation, I can"t help but chuckle.

Her gaze flies to mine, her brow furrowed. Hope and confusion mingle in her denim eyes, hope growing by the second. "Daddy?"

"Why did you let your daddy put his hands all over your perfect body, little girl?" I ask, cupping her cheek. "Why didn"t you tell the truth and stop him?"

"I…I…"

"Good girls tell the truth, Davina," I croon, taking a step toward her. Our bodies press together in one long line. My lips skim across her cheek toward her ear. "Bad girls get punished before they get fucked."

She whimpers. a pitiful little sound that goes straight to my cock. "I want to be a good girl, Daddy."

"Then tell the truth, baby girl. Why didn"t you tell me the truth last night and stop me from touching you?"

"Because I didn"t want you to stop! You"re perfect, Micah!" she cries, burying her face in my throat. "I knew five minutes after meeting you that you were the perfect man for me, and I knew if I told you who I was, you wouldn"t touch me, and I"d never know what it was like to be yours. So I did a bad thing and I lied to you. And I tried to tell you a dozen times last night, but I kept putting it off because I didn"t want the night to end." She huffs an adorable breath. "I know I don"t deserve you, but I"m selfish and I want to keep you anyway. So I"m here to beg you to forgive me because if I get fired tomorrow, it"ll be worth it just so long as I know that you forgive me."

"Fired? What the fuck?"

"It"s okay," she says, her breath warm against my skin. "I don"t like my boss very much anyway. If he fires me when I tell him the truth, it"ll be worth it."

Jesus.

"Davina, baby girl…" I pause, swinging her up into my arms. "Hold that thought."

My heart races as I carry her up the sidewalk and through the sprawling mansion, past the grandeur and luxury that has long lost its charm, to the one place where I can be myself—my room. Here, away from the world and its prying eyes, we"re free to be us. Just Micah and Davina. Daddy and his little girl.

Instead of crawling onto the bed with her, I settle on the sofa situated across from it with her in my lap. She fits against me exactly like she belongs—small, fragile. Mine. Her curvy ass nestles against my aching cock, making me groan.

"Daddy…" she starts, but I shush her with a stern glance. This isn"t the time for miscommunication or confusion, not when her job is on the line. She ran out of me this morning, afraid she"d have to give up either me or her career.

Like hell am I going to let that happen.

"Baby girl," I say gently, brushing my hand through her long, blonde hair, trying to soothe her, "no one is firing you and you aren"t telling your boss about us."

She looks at me then, her blue eyes filled with confusion and the kind of hurt that twists up my insides in a way I"ve never felt before.

I swear, this gorgeous little thing has me wrapped around her finger. A single tear, and I want to lay waste to entire fucking cities. One quiver of her bottom lip, and I want to tear my own heart out to make it stop.

"But…I thought…" She trails off, her voice shaking. "You"re mad at me."

"Mad?" I chuckle despite the tension in the air. "Davina, sweetheart, you misunderstand."

"But you don"t want me…"

Not want her? Impossible.

She squirms, trying to slip from my lap.

"Stop." The soft, forceful command has an immediate effect.

She falls still immediately, gazing up at me with those wide innocent eyes of hers—the same eyes that have haunted my sleep for two years.

Not want her? She has no idea how far I"m willing to go to keep her.

"You misunderstand, little girl," I continue gently, tracing patterns on her arm absentmindedly. A shiver runs through her, proof that she craves every bit of attention I give her.

"What I"m saying…" I pause deliberately for effect as she waits with bated breath, "Is that what Daddy does to his little girl is our little secret. Your boss doesn"t need to know. What happens between us is our business. Do you know why that is, Davina?"

"I… No, Daddy," she breathes.

"Because you belong to me and only to me. I make the rules where you"re concerned, no one else."

"You"re really not mad?" she asks softly. The hope in her voice is almost heartbreaking. She wants this as much as I do—wants me with a desperation that makes me feel like a fucking king.

"I"m not mad." I pause. "At least not that you lied, but we will be dealing with the fact that you snuck out on me. Don"t think we won"t, baby girl."

She gulps, her gaze flying to mine.

I fight a smile at her wide-eyed gaze, brushing my thumb across her bottom lip. Her breath hitches at the contact and she squirms on my lap. "But we have something else to deal with first, little girl."

"We do?" She blinks at me.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, quickly unlocking it. "Number. Now."

It takes her a moment to process the request. As soon as she does, she gasps, reaching for my phone.

I watch with a smile on my face as she quickly adds her number to my contacts, practically quivering in delight the whole time.

"I didn"t like not being able to find you today, Davina. It drove me fucking crazy," I growl. "I was worried all day that I did something to hurt you or scare you off."

"I"m sorry," she whispers, peeking at me over the top of my phone. "I panicked. I was afraid you were going to hate me so I just…ran out." A frown pokes her bottom lip out. "I regretted it as soon as I got home. I spent all day crying."

I brush my thumb across her bottom lip again, not surprised to hear her confirm my suspicions. She gets overwhelmed and runs. It happens with Littles sometimes—powerful emotions and stressors can feel overwhelming, especially when they"re tackling them alone. Sometimes, they run because they want to be chased. They want to know they will be chased. "You were crying over me, baby girl?"

"All day," she confirms, holding my phone out to me. "I felt awful, Daddy."

"Well, then, Daddy has two rules for you, little girl."

"Only two?"

"For now." I smile at the hint of disappointment in her voice. "Rule one: no crying alone. I don"t like it. You come to Daddy with your tears." I"d banish her tears entirely if I thought I could reasonably do it. But an impossible rule isn"t a rule. It"s torture. She"s going to cry. She"s human. It"s inevitable, as much as I fucking hate it. But she won"t cry alone. When she"s hurt, sad, happy, or overwhelmed, she"ll come to me.

"What happens if I break it?"

"No orgasms."

Her eyes go wide.

"It"s an important rule, Davina. I don"t want you breaking it trying to earn punishments," I murmur. "I think you"ve spent long enough trying to take care of yourself. It"s Daddy"s turn to take care of you now. If you need to cry, you come to me. Understood?"

"Yes, Daddy," she whispers. "What"s your second rule?"

"Rule Two: If you run, Daddy chases." I hit her with a stern glare. "And you better be prepared for the consequences when I catch you, baby girl."

Her tongue darts out, sweeping along her bottom lip. "C-Consequences?"

"Mmhmm. When Daddy catches you, he"s going to fuck you exactly where you are." I wrap my hand around her throat, gently pulling her toward me until our lips are inches apart. "For as long as it takes for you to forget why you were running in the first place, little girl."

She trembles in my arms, her denim eyes turning dark with lust. "Yes, Daddy," she moans, her sweet breath washing across my face.

"Good girl," I breathe, slanting my mouth down over hers, my kiss rough and possessive.

She moans into my mouth, settling in my arms—exactly where she belongs.

As the kiss grows hotter, wilder, she rocks against me, her soft whimpers driving me fucking wild. Every little shift of her hips drives her pussy against my erection until I"m feral with need.

I break the kiss abruptly, hanging on by a thread. "Time for your punishment, baby girl," I growl, my voice taut as a strung wire as I lift her to her feet.

"Daddy…" she murmurs, blinking big, guileless eyes at me. The whine that slips past her lips is damn near my undoing. She"s a seductress dressed in innocence and it"s fucking intoxicating.

"On your knees." I command, rising from the sofa to stand before her.

Her full lips part in surprise before she slowly nods, lowering herself onto the plush carpet at my feet. She watches intently as I unzip my pants, pulling my cock out.

The way her tongue swipes across her bottom lip has me ready to snap. I don"t think she has any fucking clue what that tongue does to me.

"Open," I growl, fisting my hand in her soft hair as I guide my cock to her sweet mouth. She willingly parts her lips, practically shaking in excitement.

A choked moan fills the room as I fill her mouth, her eager obedience stoking the inferno raging inside me.

"Lick Daddy, little girl," I growl. "Suck me good."

My head falls back as she immediately sets to work, far too fucking eager. She licks and sucks, plunging down on me as far as she can before pulling back to take a breath.

"Fuck," I groan, already in heaven between those perfect lips. "Just like that."

As she works me over with her mouth, her hands flutter around her thighs.

"Fingers on your pussy," I growl, knowing exactly what she needs, "but remember, you don"t get to come until Daddy says so."

She mewls around me, sliding her dress up her thighs. Her panties get shifted to the side, revealing her dripping sex. Her fingers eagerly slide over her slick folds, and I want to fucking roar at the image of her touching herself for me.

"That"s it, baby girl," I praise, watching her as she toys with herself, rolling her thumb over her clit before dipping lower to press first one finger and then another inside her hot little hole.

"You"re being such a good girl for Daddy," I grunt, sliding out and then thrusting back into the warm cavern of her mouth repeatedly. Despite the intense pleasure clouding my mind, I don"t take my eyes off her and what she"s doing to herself.

This is her introduction to a world where pleasure and punishment are one, where every misdeed ends with her writhing in ecstasy, and I want to savor every fucking second with her.

"Can you take more of me, Davina?"

She meets my gaze, nodding, eager.

My grip in her hair tightens. I thrust harder, pulling her down on me at the same time. She fights like hell to take every inch I give her, gagging on my cock.

She moves rhythmically to the punishing pace I set, her hips bucking against her fingers, her whimpers muffled by my cock. The sight alone makes me want to claim that sweet pussy, reminding me that it"s mine alone to fuck, to fill, to punish. Her innocence is pure fucking ambrosia.

"Breathe, little one," I command, easing off just enough to let her breathe.

She sucks in air, choking, but she doesn"t stop pleasuring herself. She"s such a good girl for Daddy, taking me without complaint.

"You like that, don"t you?" I tease, twisting a hand in her golden hair to angle her head up so she"s looking directly into my eyes. "Being Daddy"s little cockslut? Doing everything you"re told?"

Her eyes are bright with moisture and something else: raw desire. It"s a wild, incandescent thing that sets my veins on fire. Good God, this woman was made for me.

I"m going to ruin her for anyone else.

"Don"t fucking come yet," I remind her.

My gaze drifts back down to where her fingers work overtime on her clit, the slick sounds of her arousal clear in the quiet room. I see the exact moment she starts fighting the urge to climax, her body trembling uncontrollably as she struggles to obey.

"Do you understand what happens if you disobey?" I ask, panting with the effort it takes not to spill myself down her throat right then and there.

She nods fervently, whining in response, her fingers still hard at work between her legs. The sight might be the most erotic thing I"ve ever witnessed.

"If you come before I give you permission, I"m going to spank your pussy. Daddy wants you wet and needy when he fucks you."

She whimpers around me, shaking with the need to come. But she immediately stops moving, her fingers glistening with her arousal, quivering on command just like the rest of her.

Her submission is a sight to behold. Seeing her on the brink of climax, fighting like hell to keep from falling over the edge despite how badly she wants to come, makes me ache to take her right then and there, on her hands and knees while she"s begging for Daddy.

I pull out of her mouth abruptly, leaving her panting and gasping for breath. The sight of her swollen lips leaves me groaning in satisfaction.

"That"s it, baby girl," I breathe, dropping to my knees behind her, lifting her into position. "Now Daddy is going to fuck his little girl."

"Daddy," she whispers, shivering as I trail my hand down her spine, over the curve of her ass, and to her dripping core.

I tease her entrance with a single finger, pressing in just the barest amount before pulling back out. Her hips jerk to meet my touch, a soft whine escaping her pink lips.

"Not yet, baby girl," I murmur, running my hand up to grasp her long blonde hair, pulling it until her head is tilted back and she"s looking at me through half-lidded eyes.

"Daddy… Daddy please…" she breathes out in a whimper, reaching back to clutch at my arm. Her pleas are music to my ears, feeding the most primal, possessive parts of me even as I savor the sight of her laid bare before me.

"Count for me, Davina," I instruct as I plunge into her without warning.

Her cry echoes through the room—part shock and part ecstasy—as I stretch her wide.

"One…" she moans, the word broken by the rhythm of my thrusts.

I watch as she moans and claws at the sheets beneath us. Her body clenching around mine is nothing short of heavenly, pushing me closer to the edge with every gasp that falls from her lips.

"Oh god. Two. Daddy, please!" She cries out as I drive into her harder, adjusting my angle to hit that sweet spot inside of her.

The sight of her beneath me—this innocent, perfect fucking angel giving herself so completely to me—does something to me. My heart lodges itself in my throat, pure possession crashing through my veins like a tidal wave.

"Three," she mewls, trembling around me as she edges closer and closer to the brink.

I pull out before pushing back in again, setting a rhythm that is slow—agonizingly so—but relentless. Each stroke is calculated, designed to drive us both mad with want and need.

"Four!" she sobs.

I groan, one hand slipping from her hip to tease her clit, knowing how damn close she is.

"F-five."

"Good girl. Keep counting. All the way to ten."

"Daddy!"

"Do it, little girl."

"Six!" She rocks back against me, sobbing in frustration, in ecstasy. "Seven!"

I roll my thumb over her clit again, growling at how wet she is, at how good she feels, at how perfect this is.

"N-nine," she moans, her legs shaking.

"You forget eight," I chuckle through a groan, too fucking close to the edge myself. Christ, she feels like wet silk around me, every thrust threatening to send me spiraling right straight into heaven.

"Eight!" she shouts.

I press my thumb against her clit, grinding it there.

"Ten! Ten!"

"Come for me, baby girl," I growl, spanking her ass sharply with my free hand as I pump into her. "Come on Daddy"s cock."

The command sends her spiraling over the edge with a sharp cry. She clenches around me as she comes undone, sobbing in ecstasy.

I fuck her through it, driving into her in relentless thrusts before the cord snaps and I follow her over the edge, the hot clench of her body milking my cock for every drop.

My heart pounds a frenetic beat, every wild pulse singing her name. I writhe through it, groaning.

This is where I belong. Right here with her. In her. Always and forever.

Somehow, I manage to get us off the floor. I stumble to the bed with her in my arms before we collapse in a pile, sated, sweaty, panting for breath.

I drag her up against the hard wall of my chest, sheltering her in my arms.

"I"m not ever letting you go," I breathe, my lips pressed against the pulse fluttering wildly in her throat. "Not ever, little girl."

She looks up at me with those blue eyes full of wonder and trust, and smiles. And for the first time in my life, I know what it is to be complete.