“On your knees,” he says.
“What?”
“You heard me. And the correct response is the one you just gave and then obedience.”
The one I just gave? Oh. He wants me to call him…
I lower to my knees. “Yes, Daddy.”
He steps closer and tosses my blanket off to the side. He cups his hand under my chin, then tilts my face up so I’m looking straight into his eyes.
“Your mom thinks you’ve got something going on with one of your teachers at school. Is that true?”
I shake my head, but I can’t move it much since he’s holding me still.
“Answer me, Daisy.”
“No.”
“Remember who you’re talking to,” he says.
“No, Daddy. I don’t have a crush on a teacher.”
“Then who? One of my hands?”
“No, Daddy. Just you.”
The satisfaction that lights his grey eyes has a shiver running down my spine. I’ve never seen
