11. Damian

Seeing Carly naked had been a major test of his control. When her nipples tightened, he had to think terrible thoughts just to avoid leaning forward and taking those perfectly pink buds into his mouth. She was a beautiful sight and an even sweeter Little.

When they had gone toy shopping, he loved how her eyes lit up with excitement and awe. He would never say anything to her unless she were to bring it up to him first, but based on conversations he’d had with Greyson when they were deployed, he’d learned that they had grown up poor. So if he could give her something that she had never gotten to experience as a child, he would do everything in his power to make that happen.

She had been such a good girl in the store and had stayed by his side the entire time. He had enjoyed helping her pick out toys, and seeing her slip into Little space had been bliss. Damian had seen the fear and sadness that he usually saw in her eyes disappear, and it was replaced by innocence and wonder.

As he ran the cloth over her skin, he could see her reacting to his touch, though she tried not to show it. His own body was reacting to her, and it was painful. His cock hadn’t been so hard in years, and when he had removed her panties, all he could think about was burying himself inside of her. Damian already couldn’t imagine not having her in his home, and the thought of her leaving after he made sure she was no longer in danger made him grind his teeth together. Yeah, that wasn’t happening. She was staying.

Calm down. You’re acting crazy. You two are still just getting to know each other.

“Spread your legs, baby doll.”

She looked up from her toy to him, and he saw the hesitancy on her face.

“I can wash down there, Daddy.”

He smiled and tapped her nose.

“Silly girl, it’s Daddy’s job to wash you. Now, spread them for me so I can wash your pretty pussy and ass.”

Her face turned crimson, and he couldn’t help but smile with amusement. She lowered her gaze from his and spread her legs. Damian slid the cloth down between her legs, and he heard her suck in a sharp gasp.

“Breathe, baby girl.”

She giggled softly and let out her breath.

“That’s easier said than done. Sorry, Daddy. I’m just nervous. Having you touch me… it… uh…”

“It arouses you?”

She looked up at him, red-faced, and nodded.

“Is it weird that I enjoy you caring for me like this?”

He shook his head, “Not at all, baby doll. It’s entirely normal. There is nothing wrong with enjoying what it as long as it isn’t hurting anyone else and everyone involved consents.”

She looked like she wanted to say something, but he could see her hesitating.

“What are you thinking, baby? Talk to me. Communication is important between a Daddy and his little girl.”

She sighed, “Well, I was wondering if you would get into the bath with me?”

He froze. He hadn’t been expecting that. Neither had his cock and he had to shift himself so he wasn’t in pain. It didn’t help. He was still in pain.

“You want me to get into the bath with you?”

Carly nodded.

“You understand that just as your body reacts to things, my body does as well, and I can’t always control it,” he said.

She nodded again, biting her bottom lip. Fuck, he wanted to bite that lip. He wanted to bite a lot of things on her body as he explored every single inch of it.

He felt as though he was between a rock and a hard place. He wanted to get into the bath with her so damn bad, but at the same time, he wanted to show her that being her Daddy wasn’t just about sex. Damian stood and stripped off his shirt, deciding that she wouldn’t have asked if she didn’t really want it. As he reached for his belt, he paused.

“You’re really sure you want me in there with you?”

“Daddy, get in the tub!” she said with exasperation.

He chuckled and stripped out of his pants, leaving him in his boxer briefs. He watched her face as he pulled down the waistband of his underwear, freeing his cock. Her eyes widened when he let the material drop, leaving him standing naked in front of her.

“Baby, you’re drooling.”

Her eyes widened even more, and she brought her hand up to her mouth before realizing he was joking and glared at him.

“That’s not nice, Daddy.”

He grinned and winked at her.

“Got your mind off my cock for a second, though. Scoot forward.”

She scooted forward, and he stepped into the water behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back against his front. He knew his erection was pressing into her back, but there wasn’t much he could do about it.

Carly leaned her head back against his chest and sighed. They sat in silence for a while as he ran his hands up and down her forearms.

“Do you know someone named Sandra Fisher?” he asked.

Carly tensed against him.

“Why?”

“Ian asked if you knew someone by that name.”

He hated ruining her bath time and cursed himself for not waiting for a better time to ask. She let out a deep sigh and relaxed against him again.

“She’s a model. I met her when James and I attended a gala about a year ago. She got crazy excited when she met me and practically stalked me until she got me to agree to do her makeup for a big New York fashion show. I agreed and flew out to New York. When I came to the event to do her makeup, she was crazy. She was yelling and screaming at staff members, and she snapped at me several times and then freaked out because she didn’t like the eyeshadow color that I applied even though she had approved it.

“She basically had a meltdown, and when she threw a vase of flowers at her assistant, making glass and water to go all over the place, I stopped doing her makeup and told her that I wouldn’t finish the job. She flipped out and told me I would never work with celebrities again and that she would ruin my whole career. Then she started throwing more stuff and breaking things.

“Anyway, she got cut from the fashion show, and then the next day, a video surfaced of the whole incident. I don’t think she’s had much work since then. She bashed me on social media afterward, saying that I was unprofessional and a terrible artist and a bunch of really mean things. A lot of my fans defended me, and so did several other celebrities, but it didn’t matter to me. I know I did the right thing by leaving.”

Damian felt his anger rising to the surface at the thought of the woman acting that way toward Carly. His sweet Carly. The woman was obviously not stable, but why would she be emailing James Wheeler?

“What did Ian find?”

He shrugged, “I’m not sure yet. I need to fill him in on what you just told me and see if he can piece anything together.”

She shivered, and he realized the water was cooling.

“Come on, baby, let’s get you out of the tub and into bed.”

He had tucked Carly into bed and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips before leaving her to sleep with her doll. He really wanted to ask her to come to his bedroom to sleep, but he didn’t want to push her too quickly. The bath had already been a big step. And he had gone and ruined it by asking about that bitch of a model.

Idiot.

He dialed Ian.

“Hey, man. I got some information about Sandra Fisher and how she knows Carly. The woman is a psycho.”

Damian filled him in on what Carly had told him.

“Yeah, I found the video after I researched her. She’s seriously crazy and a total bitch,” Ian said.

Yeah, he couldn’t agree more.

“Yeah, a total bitch for sure. Have you found any more information?”

“Negative. But I will be doing some research on Sandra, the bitch, Fisher.”

Damian laughed, “Roger that. Keep me posted.”

After hanging up the phone, Damian went into the kitchen and poured himself a drink. He needed to unwind. It had been a great day with Carly, and for the first time in a very long time, he felt like a Daddy again. But there was still the possibility that she was in danger and that worried him. He knew she wouldn’t be able to relax fully in his care until she knew that she was safe, and he wouldn’t be able to let his guard down until then either.

Leaning back on the couch, he sipped his whiskey and rubbed at his temples while racking his mind, trying to think about every possibility. He wondered why they hadn’t heard back from the police officers who had come to the salon when it had been broken into. He needed to call them in the morning and see why they hadn’t arrested that jackass yet. Although knowing him, he would have some kind of alibi.

Finishing his drink, he set his glass in the sink and headed up the stairs to his bedroom. Peeking into Carly’s room, he frowned when he didn’t see her in bed. Turning toward the bathroom, he figured he would see the light shining through the bottom of the door, but it was dark. Maybe she didn’t turn the light on when she went into the bathroom? Unlikely.

Deciding to change into his pajamas and then check to make sure she made it back to bed, he walked across the hall into his own bedroom and came to a halt. In his bed was his sleeping Little with her dolly clutched to her chest. His heart felt as though it was going to beat out of his chest, and at the same time, his cock hardened. Hisbaby girl was in his bed. He loved the image in his head of his sleepy little girl padding across the hall to sleep with Daddy. Pure fucking adorable.

Damian went into his closet and stripped, pulled a pair of pajama bottoms on, and returned to his sleeping girl. He slid into bed, trying not to wake her, but Carly shifted closer to him as soon as he was under the covers.

“Daddy?”

Wrapping his arm around her, he kissed the back of her head.

“I’m here, baby. Did you have a bad dream, or did you just want to sleep with Daddy?”

She yawned and snuggled into him.

“I just wanted to sleep with you. Is that okay?”

Damian made a mental note to send Greyson the biggest thank you basket that he could find for sending him this special girl. He had a feeling that Carly would keep him on his toes constantly, but when she showed her sweet side, it melted him.

“Of course, baby doll. You can sleep with Daddy anytime.”

Only it was going to kill him to sleep with her without wanting to remove every piece of her clothing and taste every inch of her body.

“I like the way you smell, Daddy. It makes me feel safe.”

He smiled to himself and kissed the back of her head.

“You’re always safe with me.”

“I know,” she whispered sleepily.

Fuck. So perfect.