Chapter Three

Shawn

This little girl is trouble.

If this wasn't a family event—and we weren't celebrating the impending nuptials of my son and his beautiful bride-to-be—I'd get the hell out of here right now.

I know what Willow is up to. She has a crush on me. I didn't need to see this pic on her phone to realize that. It was evident when I ran into her at that event back in Norman. I tried to play it cool, act like I didn't even notice her and that she wasn't on my radar. But yeah, I saw her. How could I miss her? Her sister is marrying my son. But beyond that—and I probably shouldn't admit this because it's going to make me sound like a damn weirdo—but she's as cute as can be.

I mean, she's my kind of woman.

A few decades younger than me?

Check.

Submissive?

Check.

In need of a Daddy's love, guidance, and protection?

Check.

She's exactly what I'm looking for. The only problem is she's about to be family. After ten tomorrow morning.

Not like we'll be actually related or anything. But still. What would my son think if he knew I was bedding his wife's sister?

It would be more than that. I'm not just looking for a toy. I'm looking for a little girl to be my cutie.

My forever cutie.

So it can't be Willow. No matter how badly I want it to be. Or how many fantasies of her that I harbor.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah," she says, blushing in a way that is cuter than anything I've ever seen.

"You need to watch where you're going. That could've been bad if I hadn't been here to catch you."

"Yeah. My little cousin left his toy out and—"

"But you were staring at your phone instead of paying attention to your surroundings. You could've twisted your ankle or worse—broken a bone."

"Then you could have fixed it," she says with a giggle.

Could she be any more adorable? Damn. This little girl is pulling all my Daddy levers.

"I'd just as soon not have to," I say. "So please. Watch where you're going. I don't want to find you on my operating table."

But I sure want to find her in my bed. I don't tell her that, though. I can't.

"Yes, sir," she says.

You see? She's submissive. Just like I want ‘em. Good girls listen and obey. And I definitely need a good girl.

While I'm giving orders and she's following them, I should probably tell her to delete that photo. Nothing good will come of it. But then again, can it really do much harm? It's just a picture.

As if reading my mind, she says, "Sorry. I, uh, should've asked before taking your picture. I'm just…you know…capturing some shots of everyone here to remember the night."

"Oh," I say with a half-smirk. "Have you got some good ones."

She smiles. "Great ones."

"Let's see them."

"What?"

I nod toward her phone. "Let's see the pics. Maybe you could send me some of them."

She gulps. Her cheeks start glowing red.

Her other cheeks should be glowing red. She's lying and in a perfect world that would earn her a spanking. She knows better than to do something so naughty.

See what I mean?

She needs a Daddy. She's aching for one. But, again, it can't be me.

"Well, uh…yours was the first picture I took."

"Thought you said you got some good ones," I counter.

I shouldn't be doing this. I'm embarrassing the poor girl even more. She's just so cute when she's flustered. Plus, she needs to be called out for her naughty behavior.

It's the Daddy in me. I just can't help myself.

"Don't lie to me again, Willow," I say.

I see it in her eyes. Instantly, she changes—her facial expression, her posture, her entire demeanor—into submissive Little mode. A Daddy gave her an order and she's eager to comply.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry."

She hangs her head.

Shit. I want to reach out, put my hand under her chin, and gently raise her pretty little head until those big, innocent eyes are looking up into mine. But I can't do that. My son is right over there with Willow's sister. My ex-wife is nearby.

Willow's family is all around. My family is all around. Our families are about to be joined in less than twenty-four hours.

I really can't do that.

But I want to. More than anything.

Instead, I just offer her a smile and say, "It's okay. You best run along. Have fun."

She's looking at me now. I wink, causing her to giggle.

My cock is roaring. Do you understand how badly I want to throw this cutie over my shoulder, carry her to my room, and fuck her brains out?

It'll be something I only fantasize about.

But you bet your ass I'll do just that. Tonight. And probably every other night for a long, long time.