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  He flattens his hand on my belly and tickles me just enough to make me giggle. When he stops, he leaves his hand spread out on my belly, the tips of his fingers brushing the undersides of my breasts. “Master Brett said you didn’t eat your breakfast.”

  “I wasn’t hungry, Sir.”

  He continues absently stroking my breasts. It’s hard to focus when he does that. He’s smiling, and his eyes are dancing with mischief as he takes Bunny out of my hands and sets her on the couch. He clasps my free hand next and pulls it over my head where he grips it with his free hand. My other arm is trapped against his chest.

  I’m already panting when his palm lands on my belly again, and I suck in a sharp breath when he eases it up until he’s lightly cupping my breast, his thumb grazing over my already distended nipple. “I like this dress,” he murmurs in a low voice. “I knew the moment I pulled it over your head that it was going to distract me. It was hard to focus this morning before I left.”

  I arch my chest into his touch as my lips part.

  He continues thumbing my nipple. “I love when I can see these sweet little buds under your dress. I love how the front of this dress hugs them tight so I can see the outline. Are they always hard little points like this, Britney? Or does this dress heighten your arousal?”

  I lick my lips. “It’s you, Sir.” I’m being honest. The dress isn’t helping, but every time I look at him, I feel horny.

  “Hmm.” His grin widens and he holds my gaze as he pinches my nipple.

  I’m still gasping from the sting when his hand slides over to torment the other nipple. “Maybe I’ll stop giving you dresses and let you run around the house all day in just your panties.”

  I shudder, wetness filling my panties.

  “Or better yet, I’ll stop dressing you at all and let you wear your nighties during the day. No panties. Thin translucent material that doesn’t hide the curve of your sweet little tits.” He emphasizes those words with another pinch to my nipple. It’s hard and makes me gasp but he releases it quickly.

  His hand runs down to my belly and then he tugs what little of my dress is covering my panties up to my waist.

  I have my knees pulled together and bent, drawn up nearly to his chest, but he presses them downward. “Open your legs, sweetie.”

  I tremble as I part my thighs and let them fall open.

  His hand trails down my inner thigh and then back up the other one. He does this several times, his gaze never leaving mine. Finally, he cups my pussy.

  I moan at the contact and flush from the unavoidable truth that I’m soaked.

  He drags his finger over the wet cotton and flicks my clit. “So wet for me…”

  The intensity in his eyes and the fact that he’s still watching my expression makes my belly do flip flops. He just made me come this morning, and I’m so hot for him again that I can’t keep still.

  “I think I’ll let you keep the panties actually. I like the fact that I can cup your pussy any time I want and find out how wet you are for me.” He continues to languidly tease my clit as he speaks, making me shiver.

  His hand slides away from my pussy next and up my belly. This time he reaches under my dress and covers one of my breasts. He holds it reverently, like it’s precious to him, and I’m beginning to believe every inch of me is precious to him. He thumbs my bare nipple now, making my arousal continue to rise. “Mmm. I wonder if your arousal would be higher with or without the dress,” he ponders absently.

  He keeps speaking. “I wonder if the material rubbing against these hard little tips keeps them stiff or if you’d be even needier with them exposed.”

  I bite into my lip. I can’t answer his question because I have no idea. The thought of wearing nothing but panties in the house makes me flush though. I don’t know why. He’s seen every inch of me. How could I still have a shred of modesty left?

  He moves his hand under my dress to cup the other breast next as if not wanting to leave it out. It’s so heady the way he’s looking at me and touching me.

  When his hand slides back to my panties, he presses his palm against my pussy. “You’re soaked.”

  I squirm.

  He runs his fingers along the edges of my panties between my legs, teasing the sensitive skin there without touching me where I need it most. Finally, he dips a finger under the edge and finds my clit. He flicks it several times until I gasp and writhe beneath him.

  “Stay still, sweetie.”

  At his command, I force myself not to move, but it’s so hard. He really likes to demand me to remain still for some reason.

  “Your release is so much sweeter, so much stronger, so much deeper if you let me control it, sweet girl.” He lightly pinches my clit, and I gasp, instinctively pulling my knees inward.

  He releases my clit and gives it a light swat. “Legs open, sweetie.”

  I let my thighs fall apart again. I wonder if sex is this good for everyone and I realize it’s not. I’ve listened to the women complaining about their sex lives in the dressing room at the Sky Lounge for a year. Half the reason I’ve never had sex before now is because those women acted like it’s a waste of time.

  Davis resumes stroking my clit, his hand sliding more fully under my panties, stretching them away from my pussy. “I love the look on your face when you’re blissed out with need.”

  I swallow again. His words alone could make me come.

  He gathers more of my copious wetness and flicks my clit again. He’s taking his time, watching my expressions as I grow closer to orgasm and then backing off. He’s controlling everything. It’s heaven.

  “My sweet girl feels so good, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I manage to whisper.

  “When I tell you to come, you’re going to orgasm all over my hand.” He states this as a fact. It’s not a question or a suggestion. And I’m transfixed by his confidence.

  After teasing me to the edge and back for several more minutes, he drags his fingers through my folds again and circles my clit with more pressure. It’s maddening how he continues to tease my opening without ever breaching the barrier. It leaves me wanting more. Craving the unknown.

  “Did you ever slide that vibrator up inside you, sweet girl?”

  I shake my head. “No, Sir.” I never needed to. I’ve easily reached orgasm through clitoral stimulation. Frankly, I’ve always been a little nervous about pushing my vibrator inside me, worried it might hurt. It’s much larger than the small tampons I use.

  Davis is mesmerized, but I know by the tightness of his face that he’s aroused too. I can feel his erection against my hip. Part of me would like to explore it. Part of me feels a rush of nervous heat at the prospect. He’s so good to me. What if I don’t please him like he does me?

  I gasp when he straddles my clit with two fingers and rubs harder. There is so much lubrication that the friction feels amazing. Suddenly he traps my clit between his fingers and then flattens three fingers over the swollen nub and rubs. “Now, sweet girl. Come for me.”

  I shatter against his fingers the moment he demands it. I couldn’t stop it if I tried. I’m his. It’s like I’m not even in control of my own body anymore. Davis is. And as I ride the waves of my release, I don’t care. I’d let him do anything to me.

  My eyes flutter back into my head as I pulse against him, and not for the first time since he’s started bringing me to orgasm, as I float back to Earth, I feel an emptiness inside, a need, a craving for more. I want him to thrust into me. I desire it like a drug, that elusive something I can’t possibly comprehend.

  Chapter 23

  Master Davis

  After I bring my sweet girl to orgasm, I remove my hand and pull her dress back down to her panties. I roll her so that she’s resting against my chest. I love the feel of her breathing and the fast pace of her heart rate against my core. I love the way she snuggles against me, sighing contentedly.

  It’s getting harder and harder to keep my cock in my pants, but I will. I’ll
do it for as long as I have to. I’ll do it until she is certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that she wants to be with me forever.

  I’m holding her too tight, but I can’t let go. Finally, I kiss the top of her head and give one of her pigtails a tug. “How about I fix us some lunch?”

  Her stomach grumbles.

  I chuckle. “Someone didn’t eat breakfast.”

  She lifts her face. “I’m hungry, Daddy.”

  I pick her up and carry her into the kitchen with her legs wrapped around my waist. After sitting her on one of the bar stools, I head for the freezer. “Do you like French fries and chicken nuggets, sweetie?”

  She bounces a bit. “Yes, Sir.”

  I pull the packages out of the freezer and arrange the horribly processed food on a plate to stick in the microwave. “Don’t get used to this. Special treat. Neither of these foods is good for you.”

  She pouts. “They taste good.”

  I tap her nose. “They aren’t healthy though.”

  While I pour us both a glass of water, I watch her out of the corner of my eye. She’s blowing me away with the ease in which she has taken on this dynamic. It’s so natural to her. I want her so badly to be mine. I don’t want this balloon to burst.

  No one has ever so perfectly meshed with me on so many levels. She even adapts to the age range I prefer. She hasn’t flinched at any suggestion of discipline, and I know the next time I spank her she’ll be even more receptive. It will be hard to keep her from reaching orgasm when my palm hits her bottom.

  After we finish eating, I swing her down to the floor and point toward the kitchen table. “I have something for you. Go sit at the table.”

  She smiles at me and races over to sit in what’s become her usual spot. I love that she has a favorite spot at the kitchen table in my home. I make my way to my closet and return with the package that came for her early this morning.

  She giggles as I approach, making my cock hard.

  “You look so excited. What if it’s a dictionary or math books?”

  She humphs and takes it from me. “May I open it, Sir?”

  “Yes, you may. Especially since you asked so nicely.” I feel as excited as she does because I love watching her open gifts and enjoy all the things she missed out on. She’s so grateful for whatever I give her.

  The moment she has the box free, she screams and jumps down from her chair to throw herself at me.

  I catch her around the waist and lift her into the air, holding her tightly as she wraps her legs around my waist. “Do you like it?”

  “I love it.” She kisses me on the lips. “I’ve never had Legos before. Can I play with them now?”

  “Of course you can, sweetie.” I set her down, and she runs back to her seat.

  She picks up the pink box filled with thousands of small pieces and flips it around. “I think I need a knife to get it open. I’ll get one.” She starts to get up, and I stop her with a hand to her arm.

  “No knives.” I give her a stern look. “If you need something opened, you’ll bring it to me. I don’t want to have to worry about you cutting yourself. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good.” I take the package to the kitchen and cut through the tight cellophane seal to remove it. When I bring it back, she’s waiting excitedly. “Another rule. If I find any of these pieces on the floor, I’ll spank your bottom and you won’t get the Legos back for a week.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’ve got some phone calls to make while you get started. It will take you a while to build this entire princess castle. Several days, I suspect. You can spread it out on the table and leave it out while you’re working on it. We’ll eat at the island. Two hours each day. That’s it. Understood?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  I lean over and kiss the top of her head, my gaze going to the front of her dress. She’s on her knees on the chair, rocking back and forth. Her nipples are hard little points pressing against the front of her dress.

  What I want to do is stroke them and watch her squirm, but I can’t let myself get lured into her web right now. I have to touch base with my boss. My little girl is not safe, and the more time I spend playing with her, the longer it will take to ensure her safety.

  “Remember what I said about the little pieces,” I remind her on my way out of the room.

  “I’ll keep them on the table, Daddy. I promise.”

  My heart is there on the table with Britney as I head for my office. Even after I shut the door and sit at my desk, I have to take several deep breaths before I can concentrate.

  Finally, I pick up my cell phone and call Blade.

  “Spidey. Been waiting for your call.”

  “Yeah, sorry. I was…distracted.”

  “Update me. How did your meeting with Lazinski go?”

  I draw in a breath and stretch my neck in several directions. I’m stiff. That man got under my skin. “As good as can be expected. I feel confident I steered him clear of Safe Harbor. Told him I broke in early in the morning and went through Britney’s personnel file. Her only contact was Mila Herring.”

  “Who’s Mila?”

  I grin. “The woman who straddled your lap Thursday night who went by Licorice.”

  “Ah. So, that really was her only contact?”

  “Yes. Convenient. And telling. Her closest friend is a stripper she’s only been in touch with when she needs to trade shifts at work. I doubt Mila even knew she was on the contact sheet. Britney probably put her down because she had no one else.” I close my eyes for a moment and breathe deeply. It makes my chest hurt to know that the sweet girl in my kitchen playing with Legos had no friends or relatives until I brought her home.

  I remind myself she did have Cindy and Charles and a few other people at Safe Harbor in recent months. That’s at least a comfort.

  “Please tell me she hasn’t contacted Mila since she left there Thursday.”

  “No. I went through all of her recent messages. Lazinski has called or texted more times than I can count. Mila also left a few messages. Before that, she hasn’t had a text since one with Cindy a week ago.”

  “Good. Can you encourage her to stop using that phone?”

  I chuckle. “Blade… Come on, man. Do you not know me at all?”

  He returns the laugh. “Let me guess, you’ve confiscated the phone.”

  “Of course. I already deactivated it too. I didn’t see any tracking apps on it, but I wasn’t going to take chances. Besides…” I consider my next words. How much do I want to tell my boss about my relationship with Britney?

  “Go on. Spit it out. You’re not going to shock me.” The man knows me well. “Every time we’ve discussed Britney, you’ve gotten defensive and gone into full protection mode. I assume if she isn’t already living as your little, she’s well on her way.”

  I smile, thinking about her in that sweet little dress down the hall and around the corner. I’m so screwed. “She is, and she runs young.”

  “That’s convenient. You like your littles young.”

  “I do, and I’m sure you realize she had no familiarity with any kink lifestyle before Thursday, so it’s going to take some time, but cell phone privileges aren’t on the near-future short list.”

  Blade laughs. “Oh, man. You are whipped.”

  “Can’t lie about it. Wouldn’t change anything.”

  He sounds more solemn when he speaks again. “Be careful. We’re dealing with some serious shit. I need to know your head is fully in the game at all times.”

  “Always. My life isn’t the only one on the line here.”

  “Good. What else?”

  I rub my temple. “He verified his transfer is Saturday.”

  “Figured that would happen. That gives us four days.”

  “Yep. Between Thursday and today, he’s built up a story. He’d like me to believe Britney has something valuable of his. He hasn’t specified, but he talks in circles like she has a piece of jewelry she mad
e off with.”

  “Clever. She has something valuable, all right,” Blade mumbles.

  I cringe. I can’t let myself think about the stakes. They are high. I’m well aware.

  “What do you think he’s going to do when he doesn’t have her?”

  “I’m not sure. He’s dead if he doesn’t show up with the commodity.”

  “Which means he’ll need to have someone else in her stead.”

  I grit my teeth. “Yeah, I’ve thought of that.”

  “I’ll have Spike tail Lazinski in case he picks up another woman. Or girl.” I can hear the disgust in his voice.

  “He can coordinate with Shepherd. I’m sure the cop will be willing to trade off.”

  “Good idea. I’ll call Gordon next.” He hesitates. “Listen, I know you don’t want to hear this, but you realize this is over on Saturday either way. If Lazinski doesn’t have Britney at the drop-off, he’ll either have someone in her stead or he’s a dead man. Either way, he’ll give up on Britney because he won’t need her anymore. He’ll find another woman for next year.”

  I cringe. The thought of not stopping Lazinski makes my stomach roil. The idea that he might sell anyone makes me sick. In addition, I’m not fully convinced Lazinski won’t continue to look for Britney even after Saturday. He might just be pissed enough to continue looking for her and sell her to someone else or make her pay for ruining his exchange. “Not an option.”

  “I hear ya. Just giving you perspective.”

  “Until everyone involved is in handcuffs, I’m not letting Britney leave the house, so we can’t fail.”

  Blade sighs. “I figured you’d say that.”

  “She’s mine, Blade. I’ll do anything to keep her safe.”

  “Okay. And you know I’ll do everything to help you.”

  “I’d do the same for you.”

  “I know.” Blade’s voice is as serious as I’ve ever heard him. “I’ll call you if I hear anything new.”

  “Thanks. Later.” I end the call and set the phone on my desk. I don’t like this situation one tiny bit. I don’t want this to end with Lazinski selling another woman to his buyer at the last minute and us unable to track him to the rendezvous point. I’m grateful we have Gordon Shepherd on our team too. Hopefully, he’s gathered more information while I’ve been playing kiss-ass to Lazinski.