At Your Service

By Eden Bradley

Does she dare to find a Daddy of her own?

Cami has never had a Daddy Dom of her own, but it’s something she’s always craved—and the beautifully butch Daddy Grey brings to life every secret fantasy she’s ever had.

Grey hasn’t had a baby girl since she lost her ex and she hasn’t wanted to go that deep with anyone again. But the moment she meets Cami that old need to protect and nurture comes flooding back, along with a scorching desire she can’t resist.

They’ve both lost so much—do they dare to let go and find love?

*This book was previously published in the Dirty Daddies PRIDE Anthology 2021

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eden Bradley
• Release date: Apr 27, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005498917

Eden Bradley

New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author Eden Bradley aka Eve Berlin has written erotica and erotic romance for Berkley, Bantam, Harlequin Spice/HQN, Samhain Publishing and Black Lace, as well as indie publishing, and recently for Red Hot Romance Publishing. Her work has been called “elegant, intelligent and sensual”. Her debut novel THE DARK GARDEN was praised as “a masterpiece”, and was a Romantic Times Top Pick. More recently, her novella GIRL (Book One in The Training House Series) has repeatedly been called “phenomenal”, and BDSM author Jenna Jacob said “Nothing has touched me like this since ‘Story of O’”. Her novels and novellas have been translated into thirteen languages.As someone who has been involved in BDSM practice for much of her adult life, she relates in particular to her kink stories, infusing them with her own truth about kink practice from her life experiences. Eden speaks regularly on BDSM psychology and practice, as well as sex positive culture for women. She offers her enormously popular Empower Your Sexual Self course for women, as well as writing courses through her website.Eden loves art, shoes, tattoos, her Boston Terrier, chocolate, and reading and writing smutty books, of course, not necessarily in that order.Visit her online:Website: www.EdenBradley.com

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Chapter 1

Cami stood outside the quaint pub on Melrose Avenue, trying to catch her breath. Either her fondest, most secret fantasies were about to come true—finally!—or she was going to be crushingly disappointed. She wasn’t sure which potential outcome intimidated her more.

Just go in, for heaven’s sake.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked inside.

She peered through the dim lighting as she took off her sunglasses, blinking a few times before she could take in the room. She breathed in the rich scent of good coffee and baked goods. The cafe was a little noisy with people talking and an old Madonna song playing over the speakers. But it all faded into the background when she saw her.

Grey.

Oh, she was handsome-beautiful in the way only a butch woman could be. Cami hadn’t seen her whole face on her FetLife profile, the kink dating site where they’d met. Those pictures had been partially shaded, or her head was down, showing nothing but a hint of her strong jaw and lush mouth, the brown hair shaved on the sides and combed back on top, the full sleeve of tattoos. But now she was right there in front of her, and the sight of her in person was overwhelming. She was wearing a short-sleeved plaid button-up that gripped her toned biceps, along with a fitted vest and a wide leather cuff that circled her strong wrist. Her left arm was fully sleeved in gorgeous ink. Flawless butch style.

Cami’s heart beat a little faster. If she’d ever doubted they’d have chemistry in person, all those doubts flew right out the window when Grey turned brilliant green eyes on her.

Oh.

Cami managed to bite her tongue on a gasp as Grey stood and smiled. A flash of gorgeous white teeth, a dimple in one cheek… Grey was stunning, and she exuded a power Cami didn’t know how to explain, even to herself. All she knew was she felt it all the way down to her toes—and a few places in between. And…she felt certain they’d met before.

Cami? Grey asked, one dark brow cocked.

Yes, it’s me. She smiled, trying to get the words out, to regain her composure.

Grey reached out to envelop Cami’s small hand in her much larger one. It was smooth and warm, and sent a shiver over her skin, making her want to close her eyes and simply savor her touch. But of course, she couldn’t do that.

It’s really great to meet you. Grey stepped back and pulled out a chair at the table. Have a seat. What can I get you to drink? Coffee? Tea?

Oh, I…tea would be great.

Why was she so flustered? Could it be because Grey’s shoulders were so broad? Or the way her lush mouth seemed to be highlighted by that flawless jawline and curving cheekbones? Or maybe it was the way her jeans fit. Or how her wide leather belt sent sultry images flashing through Cami’s mind. What could a woman like this do with that belt?

She shivered once more as she slid into her seat with Grey still standing behind her chair. God, she smelled good, something earthy with a hint of citrus, and Cami felt it like an intimate touch.

I’ll be back in a minute, Grey said.

Cami pulled in another deep breath, needing to hold that scent in her lungs, in her body, as Grey strode to the counter to order. And striding was exactly how she moved, with an utter confidence that was every bit as sexy as the way she dressed, the way she looked.

Where had she seen her before? Cami wasn’t much into the clubs—not that there were many options for lesbians in LA. The gay clubs were mostly for the guys, with only a few rotating dance parties for women.

Hmm…

She twined her fingers together and gazed out the window so she wouldn’t stare too hard at Grey. Cars drove by on Melrose Avenue, and people passed the big tinted windows, alone or in small groups, all of them dressed in the latest trends. That was LA, especially Melrose. But none caught her eye the way the dominant woman she was here to meet did.

Here you go. Grey set a large cup and saucer in front of her. The fragrant steam rising from the surface was instantly recognizable. How did she know…? I ordered Earl Grey for you. I seem to remember you mentioned something about that on your FetLife profile?

Oh! Yes, it’s my favorite. I can’t believe you remembered.

I remember everything I read on your profile, everything we chatted about online. It’s kind of my job to remember the small details. It’ll all be important if things go the way I admit I hope they will.

Her words made Cami’s stomach tighten up, nerves and desire both running hot in her veins. She couldn’t seem to formulate a reply, so she simply nodded.

Grey sat down on the opposite side of the small table and took a sip from a cup of black coffee. Now that I’m seeing you in person, though…have we met before, Cami? I could swear we have. I wouldn’t forget a face as sweet as yours.

I was thinking the same thing. I mean, not that your face is sweet…oh, God. I’m sorry, she stammered, lacing her fingers around the warm mug.

Grey laughed, a rich, throaty sound. It’s okay. I knew what you meant. But yeah. Do you know Loreena and Molly?

Molly Macklin in Santa Monica? Were you at Molly’s birthday party last year?

I was, which could explain why it took me a minute. My date drank too much that night and I had to pretty much carry her out of there. I think that was around the same time you arrived, so I only had a glimpse of you and my hands were kind of full. But I definitely noticed you.

You did?

Yeah, I did. You’re a beautiful girl. She paused for a moment. Is it okay if I call you a girl?

"Yes, of course. I don’t mind it, although I know a lot of women do. I am a girl, a total girly-girl. I don’t mind owning it."

Another slow smile spread across Grey’s face. I like that about you.

It was Cami’s turn to smile—and to blush apparently, as she felt her cheeks go warm. It had been a long time since anyone had made her feel so flustered.

So, Grey started, Shall we get some of the usual questions out of the way?

Oh, yes, please. Let’s, Cami agreed.

Work first, I guess? I own my own software company. I create programs, mostly for private businesses, but I get the occasional government contract, too. You?

I own my own business, too, she answered, feeling a little more at ease talking about work. It’s a children’s boutique on Ventura Boulevard called Little Lambs.

Cute name for a kids’ store. How long have you been open?

I opened about six years ago. It’s been doing really well. People will always spend money on their kids, and I love what I do.

I admire a woman who knows what she wants and goes after it. It takes guts. And passion.

Grey’s emerald gaze was focused on her—laser focused, eyes sparkling—and Cami had to pull in a breath. It felt like that smile, the intensity in those eyes, went right through her, burrowing deep, ferreting out her secrets. It was an intimate gaze. Powerful. Intoxicating.

Get a grip, girl. She’s just a person, like anyone else.

But that was a lie. Grey was unlike anyone she’d ever met before. There was power emanating from her. Power and a sense of utter control. And Cami realized she was meeting a true dominant, the real thing, for maybe the first time ever.

What was she in for with this woman? Hope rose and spiraled, along with desire.

She stirred a spoonful of honey into her tea, then carefully took a sip, trying to calm down. What about you? How long have you had your company?

Seven years. It’s taken a while to build my clientele, but things are really rockin’ these days. I work hard, which I don’t mind. I knew exactly where I wanted to go, and I’ve done whatever I needed to get there. Sounds like you have, too.

I have, although it was hard at first. But up until that point I’d sort of been… Cami had to stop, not quite knowing how to finish the sentence.

You’ve been what? Grey asked, one brow arched.

She bit her lip, I guess I’ve been living my life for other people. I mean, I didn’t mind, not at all. But I think simply giving myself permission to do something for me was so unfamiliar that it took some getting used to. But I’m so glad I went for it.

I can relate. I have an elderly aunt, my Aunt Lily, who I help care for. She has dementia, and I finally had to set her up in an assisted living situation where she could have all her needs met in a way I simply wasn’t equipped for. It was hard for me to admit I was in over my head, and I kept her in my home a little too long. But I have no regrets. She raised me, and I owe her everything.

I think it’s lovely that you’ve taken care of her. Not everyone can do that, or is willing to.

I can’t imagine not doing it, to be honest.

She paused to sip her coffee, then set the cup down on the saucer, and Cami couldn’t help but watch the movement of her hands. They were large hands, solid-looking. Capable hands. She could only imagine what they’d feel like, touching her.

Stop. Focus.

But Grey was asking her something.

So, do you want to tell me what you meant by living your life for other people?

Oh, I…well, I was raising my younger siblings. I waited to go into business until my brother Cody got into college. My sister Carly had moved out the year before, and it just felt like it was time. I couldn’t have done it any sooner, not while Cody was still in high school.

Wow, that’s a lot to take on. How long were they in your care?

She shrugged. It always made her uncomfortable to talk about it, like she was blowing her own horn. And it was too hard to even think about Cody these days. A long time. Is it…is it okay if we change the subject?

Sure. We can talk about anything you like.

Thank you. She smiled, and Grey smiled back, her gaze once more focused on Cami’s. It felt as if heat lightning sparked in the air between them, making it hard to look away.

Do you want to talk about some of the things we discussed online? Grey asked. Or just get to know each other first? I’m good either way—we’ll either get to know each other by talking about life stuff, or through kink. It’s up to you.

I guess I’m not used to that—being offered a choice. The dominants I’ve met on FetLife usually prefer to take charge of the conversation.

Her eyes suddenly shifted, burning with a