“Yes, Daddy.” His eyes flash with something like interest and he grips my arm tighter. “Say that again.” I flush and stumble over my words. “I-I just mean I’m not a toddler. I don’t need to hold your hand in the crowd, and I can walk perfectly fine on my own.” “Right. Fair enough.” He lets go of my arm, but leans closer to whisper in my ear. “But be careful what you call me, Peaches. Next time you say something like that, I’m going to take it as an invitation to spank you.” Um, yes please? Fucking go for it. I would have zero objections to anything Daemon wanted to do to my ass.
