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  I’ve relaxed since moving in with Master Kellen. I don’t have to worry about the world and what’s happening outside these walls. I don’t have to find a job and smile at strangers in an office every day. I don’t have to plan meals and shop and cook and clean.

  Yes, I have chores. So far, they include making my bed and putting my clothes in the hamper. I’m supposed to brush my hair and arrange it in the morning. I also brush my teeth and wipe off my bathroom counter when I’m done. When I play in Master Kellen’s office or my room, I have to put my toys and books back on the shelves.

  If I forget a chore, I’m rewarded with that tone from Master Kellen. “Sabine…” He often calls me baby girl or little one, but not when I’m in trouble. Then he uses my real name.

  A shadow comes over me, and I lift my gaze to find Master Kellen next to me. He’s smiling. “You’ve been working furiously for a long time. You can take a break now, little one.”

  I glance at my journal. I’ve written several pages without thinking about it.

  “It’s almost time for lunch, and then you need a nap.”

  I nod, biting into my lower lip to keep from complaining. I’m not fond of naptime, but I knew it would be coming at this age. I’m not surprised.

  I pull out a puzzle and concentrate on assembling it to keep my mind occupied so I can avoid misbehaving.

  Master Kellen’s face is dancing with mirth when he leads me to the kitchen, and then again during lunch. He’s pleased with me, and he knows I’m trying hard to be good.

  When we get upstairs, he instructs me to use the potty and then pulls off my dress and shoes, leaving me in the training pants and my socks. He lifts me onto my bed and settles me on my back.

  My legs lie awkwardly apart, and I suck in a gasp as Master Kellen strokes my breasts and teases my nipples. My eyes roll back when he drags a finger along the inner edge of my panties. When he flattens his palm against my sex, applying pressure to my clit, I dig my heels into the mattress and lift my bottom.

  He dips a finger under the edge of my panties, finds my folds, and strokes through my wetness. “I think you like this age.”

  I can’t respond. I’m too caught up in him touching me. His other hand is distracting me by molding to my breast and squeezing. When he finds my clit, I start panting. He doesn’t usually let me get this far in the middle of the day. He teases and torments me, but he doesn’t let me come.

  I’m so close that my vision is blurred, and I’m fisting the sheets at my sides.

  “That’s my good girl. Come for me, and then I’ll leave you to nap.” He says this like it’s a chore. Like I might complain that I don’t want to have to orgasm in order to be permitted to nap. It’s the other way around. I don’t want to nap at all. But I definitely want to be permitted to come.

  I start shaking as he flicks his finger over my clit rapidly, and then I cry out when he thrusts two fingers into me.

  “So pretty, little one. I love watching you come undone.”

  I’m writhing beneath his touch, so close I can already feel the vibrations. I suck in a breath and hold it, my heart pounding as I find my release.

  Master Kellen pinches my nipple as I scream. The throbbing increases, causing my vaginal muscles to grip his fingers hard. It feels so damn good.

  I’m reminded that every single aspect of this lifestyle is totally worth it when I’m permitted to orgasm. There is nothing quite like it in the world.

  Chapter 23

  Master Kellen

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  I almost lost myself as I fingered Sabine earlier. She was so fucking precious that I came close to ripping my clothes off and sliding into her tight warmth. I wanted to. God knows I wanted to.

  I couldn’t resist giving her that release. For one thing, she’s damn cute dressed for the first time in the younger clothes. Watching her walk awkwardly around in the thick training pants, knowing she’s affected by them while coming fully to terms with the fact that she has agreed to stay and be mine has tested my resolve all day.

  I’ve reminded her how good it feels to come under my touch. I’ve reminded her that when she’s well-behaved, she gets rewarded. I’ve reminded her that tonight I intend to fully claim her body if she can manage to be obedient for the rest of the day.

  So far, she has succeeded. She’s made it through an afternoon of playing, including some time outside in the backyard. She’s made it through dinner without complaint or argument. She has even put her toys away without me reminding her.

  As I lead her upstairs for bath time, I’m so damn relieved. Home stretch. Today was kind of a test. If she had misbehaved on this particular monumental day, I would have doubted her interest in sex. Though I love having her as my little, I do long for the closeness and companionship of having a woman in my bed. I don’t think I would last very long with a headstrong little who managed to ruin an opportunity for sex.

  She blows out a breath when I remove her clothes next to the tub and then lift her into the warm water.

  She giggles when I tickle her side and then lather up her washcloth. She lifts her arms like a good girl and lets me wash her sweet body, shuddering when I linger on her breasts and then between her legs.

  Finally, I’m done, and I lift her out to set her on the rug, dry her off, and then pat her bottom. “Go get in my bed, little one.”

  She flushes as she turns and rushes toward my room. I watch her, hoping I don’t come in my pants before I can get them off.

  Sabine is crawling across my bed toward the headboard when I enter the room. She turns around and watches me as I remove my shoes and socks and then my shirt. When I reach for the button on my jeans, she licks her lips.

  Damn. She’s killing me.

  After shrugging out of the denim, I climb onto the bed in my boxers. My cock is jutting out, creating a tent that no one could miss. Her gaze is honed in on my package.

  She leans forward, reaching out a hand.

  I grab her wrist and pull it over her head. “Lie back, little one. You won’t be touching me just yet. Later, I’ll let you explore.” After I’ve come inside her. After I’m sated enough to imagine tolerating her hands on me. Though at this moment, it seems like I might not be able to control myself under her touch until I’ve come about ten times. We’ll see.

  She’s shivering as she lowers onto her back, squirming.

  “Are you nervous, little one?”

  “A little, Sir. It’s been a long time, and I’m anxious. I want to please you.”

  “Oh, baby girl, you please me just by existing. There’s nothing you could possibly do in my bed that won’t please me.” I reach for her other wrist and join her hands together above her head. “Keep your hands here for now.”

  She grips them together tightly. Her breasts rise, her nipples hard points.

  I run my hands up her legs, part her thighs, and press them wide, exposing her pussy to my view. There’s nothing I enjoy more than seeing her swollen lips all pink and wet and ready for whatever I’m willing to give them.

  She’s wetter than usual tonight, and her clit is throbbing, the hood drawn back.

  I give her wrists a squeeze, reminding her to leave them there, and then I trace my fingers around her nipples, loving the way she whimpers and squirms. “Sir…”

  “Stay still, little one. I decide when and how. You’re still my girl. Even here in my bed.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She shudders at the reminder, telling me all I need to know about her response to my control over her.

  When I graze my fingers down her belly, it dips and hollows. I part her legs farther and hold them wide. She moans. She’s so responsive, even when I’m not touching her anywhere critical.

  I dip my finger into her tight warmth, and she lifts her hips clear off the bed. Every inch of her is divine. Creamy white skin with a smattering of freckles. Her auburn hair is splayed across my pillow. She’s so damn sexy.

  I need to taste her. I need my mouth on her. But first, I want to take
her lips. They’re swollen and pink from her biting them. I drop to my elbows, not wanting to crush her, and claim her mouth.

  She opens for me immediately, letting me inside to stroke her tongue with mine. I angle my head to the side to deepen the kiss, not sure which one of us moans. Probably both. The vibrations make me even hotter.

  I wrench free of her lips and frantically kiss a path down to her breasts, sucking one nipple into my mouth and then the other.

  She cries out as I release the second with a pop and continue downward until my lips find her clit. When I drag my tongue across her clit, she screams, a sound I’m finding I love. I’ve never been with someone as noisy as her. I’ll have to remember that. Might come in handy someday. How could I forget?

  She would draw a crowd at Surrender if I made her come for everyone to witness. I wonder if she’d like that. Considering how aroused she got when we were at Abby’s house the evening I brought her there, and her reaction to being stripped in front of Lucy and Roman, it’s possible she might enjoy being watched.

  I need her to come before I take her fully, so I double my efforts, sucking and licking and flicking my tongue over her pussy. Finally, she stiffens, arches her body, and moans through a long, intense orgasm. Her body shudders with every pulse.

  When I lift my face, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, I find her smiling at me, eyes glazed, that gorgeous sated look on her face. “Please, Sir,” she murmurs. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

  I rise onto my knees and lower my boxers down my body, lifting one knee and then the other to remove them. She watches me the entire time, her chest rising and falling.

  My cock bobs free, harder than ever, precome leaking from the tip. I grip the stiff length with one hand and drag it up and down the shaft.

  “I want to taste you, Sir,” she whispers.

  It’s a horrible idea. If she comes anywhere near my cock, I will come. But I can’t deny her request, either. I climb over her body, straddling her chest. No way would I survive if she also touched me, so I grab her hands with one of mine to hold them above her head. With my other hand, I direct my cock to her mouth and trail my wetness along her parted lips.

  She flicks the head with her tongue, and the visual alone is enough to make me moan. I’m going to love having her suck me off on her knees in the future, but not right now. All she gets this time is a taste.

  She parts her lips, and I slide into her willing and eager mouth a few inches before pulling out. Already I know she’s going to slay me.

  Without a word, I back down her body and then lean over to the bedside table to snag a condom from my top drawer. In seconds, I’m suited up.

  She parts her legs wider when I lower between them. I cup her face and hold her gaze. “You’re so precious, little one.”

  She flushes and lifts her hips against my erection.

  I reach between us, line my cock up with her entrance, and thrust into her all the way to the hilt.

  She gasps. Her arms fly forward of their own accord, grabbing my shoulders. Her nails dig into my skin. I don’t care. I like it. I don’t even mind the disobedience. She has no idea yet that she has done anything naughty.

  Gritting my teeth to keep from coming, I pull almost out and then slam back into her. Damn, she’s fucking tight. I’m addicted already.

  Sabine cries out over and over as I claim her body completely, making her mine.

  That thought scares me to death. Mine. How will I survive if I lose her? What if she leaves me, changes her mind, or worse…dies? I would never survive that again.

  I shake the maudlin thoughts from my head and focus on her sweet face. She’s so expressive. I can read her emotions in her eyes and the way she holds her mouth. I doubt she can see me clearly. Her eyes are glazed again. She’s in her head. Her lips are turned up in peace.

  She’s happy.

  I’ve made her happy.

  I can’t hold back any longer, and I brace myself with my hands around her shoulders from beneath as I thrust one last time and come buried deep inside her.

  I’m never going to let her go.

  Chapter 24

  Sabine

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  After the best weekend of my life, I wake up Monday morning already smiling. My body is sore from having sex in every position imaginable. I slept in Master Kellen’s bed Saturday night and we hardly left it on Sunday. I never had a chance to get into trouble. He kept me occupied. I was either eating, sleeping, being bathed, or getting fucked.

  Master Kellen put me in my own bed Sunday night, kissing me gently and telling me I needed to rest. I missed him. I was lonely without him next to me. Touching me. Holding me. Caressing me. But I was also exhausted, and I fell asleep in minutes.

  I slept hard, not waking up until now with Master Kellen sitting on the side of my bed smiling down at me. I’m instantly aroused from his proximity and his scent and his smile.

  “Good morning, baby girl. You need to get up. If you’re tired, choose a young age today. I’ll let you nap after lunch.”

  My pussy clenches. His words make me horny already. I’m still shocked at how at ease I feel living as his little girl. Sometimes it scares me or freaks me out. I’ve settled into my little space as if I’ve been here months instead of weeks.

  “I’ll meet you in the kitchen, little one. Fifteen minutes.” He kisses my forehead. I even like it when he does that. Like a Daddy.

  After he leaves, I slide from the bed, groaning at the aches in my body. I drag myself to the bathroom, hurry through my routine, and pad back to my dresser. He’s right. I’m tired. I’m going to choose two or four. Which one?

  I chew on my bottom lip, feeling like my choice makes a statement of sorts. I’m not sure I want to commit to something particular or give him the impression I feel drawn to a younger age over an older one in general.

  I’ve experienced all of them, and it’s not so much that I’m certain about anything. I’m not. But for today, I don’t want any responsibilities. I want to be carefree. Before I can overthink, I pull open drawer number two and grab the contents.

  With a deep breath, I set them on the bed and spread them out. I can’t be sure they will be exactly the same as last time. I’m relieved to find they are similar. I pull on the thick training pants, lavender with white flowers on them.

  The dress is slightly different, I realize. It’s a princess motif with a white satin top and a tulle skirt with two-inch panels in every color of pastel. It’s poufy, and when I put it on, the satin part makes my nipples stand out. The skirt stands out too though, in every direction, so puffy that my training pants are barely covered. I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror behind the door. I look so young. Like I’m going to a costume party. Except no one would wear training pants to a Halloween party.

  I put my curly hair into pigtails and rush back into the room to find my light-up shoes and white, ruffled socks. I’m almost late as I rush down the stairs and into the kitchen.

  My mouth falls open to speak, but then I stop dead in my tracks. Someone else is in the kitchen. My face heats instantly, and I take a step back.

  Master Kellen sees me and waves me forward. “Sabine, this is Josie, my assistant.”

  I don’t move. My heart races. I’m not ready to meet Josie. I forgot about her. I’m embarrassed and furious that I’ve chosen to be two today of all days. I flatten my hands on my tulle skirt, making sure it covers my training pants. I’m convinced it only works while I’m holding it down.

  An unfamiliar voice clearing his throat to my left makes me jerk my attention that way to find a tall man I also don’t know strolling into the room from the mudroom. He stops when he spots me and smiles. “You must be Sabine. I’ve heard so much about you.” He continues until he reaches Josie and sets a hand on top of her head, smoothing her hair back.

  Josie has long, straight, silky black hair. It hangs almost to her butt. She’s wearing a plain white blouse, a navy pencil skirt, and navy
flats. She has on minimal makeup. She’s very pretty and close to my age.

  She’s also staring at me. Until the man takes her chin and turns her face toward his. “It’s not polite to stare,” he admonishes her.

  I lick my lips, but I’m still rooted to my spot.

  “Sabine, come here, baby girl,” Master Kellen states, his voice insistent this time.

  I shuffle toward him, my hands on my skirt, my gaze downcast. I’m so flushed and nervous that I’m shaking. When I reach Master Kellen, he spins me around, flattens my back to his front, and sets his hand on my chest. “Sabine, like I said, this is Josie, and her Master, Grayson.”

  I can’t meet their gazes. My mind is running in every direction. What are they thinking of me?

  Master Kellen turns me around and grips my chin, lifting my face to his. “Why are you being rude, little one?”

  I swallow. “I’m embarrassed,” I whisper. “I didn’t know people were here.”

  “I told you about Master Grayson and Josie. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. They’re in the lifestyle.”

  I fidget, flattening my hands on my skirt again.

  “Is your dress bothering you?” he asks.

  “Yes.” Before I have a chance to consider the repercussions of my response, Master Kellen reaches for the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head. He sets it on the counter.

  I shiver, forcing myself not to cover my breasts. I should be humiliated. Instead, I’m aroused. My nipples are hard points, and even though I’m not facing Josie and Master Grayson right now, I know they’re staring at me from behind. They can see my thick cotton training pants and my light-up shoes. I’m a toddler in serious trouble for being rude.

  I’m confused by my abrupt change. A moment ago, I was freaking out about what these strangers might think. Now I’m suddenly turned-on instead. I think it’s because Master Kellen took control and put me in my place.

  He takes my hand and leads me toward the kitchen table. I glance at Josie as I pass her, but she’s staring at the floor. I know what’s about to happen, and it makes my heart race. I’m far more comfortable over Master Kellen’s knee with his hand on my bottom than I am standing awkwardly in the kitchen in a princess dress.