Page 70 of Daddy Destroyer
I giggle, pushing back from the desk, my star-patterned romper crinkling, the fluffy diaper underneath a cozy secret.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say, taking the mug, the sweet aroma making my mouth water.
Travis nods to the cozy couch in the corner, a plush gray thing overlooking the city’s skyline, and we settle in, my legs curled under me, his arm around my shoulders.
The view’s breathtaking—towers glinting, streets alive with the city’s pulse—but it’s Travis’s warmth, his steady presence, that grounds me.
I sip the hot chocolate, marshmallows melting on my tongue, and lean into him, my heart full.
“I know I can’t change the world entirely,” I say, my voice soft but certain. “But with you at my side, Daddy, I feel like I can make a real difference. This practice, taking on cases for people like my grandfather, fighting the ones who think they’re above the law—it’severythingI’ve ever wanted.”
Travis’s eyes soften, his thumb brushing my cheek.
“Your grandfather’s looking down from heaven, Little, proud as hell,” Travis says, his eyes full of love. “You’re his fire, his fight. And I know he’d have loved you taking on the world like this.”
I smile, tears pricking my eyes, the memory of my grandfather’s weathered hands and kind smile vivid.
“He’d have loved you too, Daddy,” I say, my voice catching. “Everything you stand for—loyalty, protecting what’s right, never backing down. You’re the kind of man he’d have trusted.”
Travis pulls me closer, his lips brushing my forehead, and I feel it again—that unspoken love that’s now spoken, sealed on that rooftop, in the bar, in every moment since.
Our new apartment’s our home, a space we’ve made ours.
The study’s my domain, but the playroom’s our haven—pastel walls, stuffed animals, a pile of blocks and toys where Travis, Bean, and I have spent hours building castles, playing astronauts, and dreaming up naughty funishments that leave me giggling and blushing and more often than not a quivering mess too!
Last night, Travis chased me around with a feather tickler after I “stole” his favorite stuffy, both of us laughing until we collapsed in a heap, breathless and happy. And when the feather tickler then went to work on my naked body… justwow.
I’m proud to play a part in the Night Ops Guard, too—not as a fighter, but as their legal arm, helping Cole, Max, Henry, and Connor and the rest navigate the fallout of their missions.
My new Little friends—Richie, Billie, Bodie, and Luke—are my family now, their sippy-cup toasts and den-building antics at the safehouse a joy I never knew I needed. With them, withTravis, life’s better than I could’ve hoped, a balance of purpose and play, justice and love.
I set the mug on the side table, snuggling deeper into Travis’s side.
“This is it, isn’t it?” I say, my voice a whisper. “Our Forever.”
“Damn right, Little,” Travis says, his Daddy growl soft, his eyes locked on mine. “You, me, Bean—we’reunstoppable.”
I laugh, my heart singing, and as the city hums below, I know I’m exactly where I’m meant to be—fighting the good fight, loving my perfect Daddy, living a life brighter than any dream I could ever conjure.
The Night Ops Guard once seemed scary to me,badeven.
But now I see them for what they truly are—the biggest heroes to ever walk this earth. And the fact one of them is my Daddy just makes it all the better, even when he’s putting me over his lap for another Sunday Spanking.
Speaking of which…
