Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Two weeks later …
“Did you see that butterfly?” Olivia squealed as she jumped up and down, clapping her hands. “It was the prettiest one I’ve ever seen. All the colors of the rainbow.”
Damon smiled as he pulled his Little mate into his arms before lifting her right off the ground and carrying her toward the house. He kissed her several times on the way. “I didn’t see the butterfly, Little rebel, but I bet you can draw me a picture of it so I’ll know what it looked like.”
Olivia giggled as he entered the house. She was dangling in front of him, but she cupped his face and kissed him back. “Thank you for getting me all the art supplies.”
He aimed straight for the nursery where he sat her on the changing table and pulled her dress over her head. “You’re welcome, Baby girl. I’m sorry I didn’t have art supplies on hand when you first arrived. Horrible error on my part. I should not have assumed you wouldn’t be interested in coloring and painting.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her naked chest to his T-shirt, making him wish he’d taken his shirt off before her dress. “Don’t feel bad. I didn’t know I had any interest in art, either. It never occurred to me I could still do something like that.”
He lowered her onto her back and pried her arms from his neck, loving the way her breath hitched as he pulled them over her head to secure her wrists. “Well, you’re an amazing artist, and I’m proud of you. I will never doubt your abilities. You never cease to amaze me every day, Little rebel.”
She arched her chest upward as he drew a strap across her right below her breasts. Her expression changed from excitement over the butterfly to lust. “Daddy…”
Oh, how he loved that tone. He lowered his lips to barely graze her nipples with a kiss before cinching the strap to pin her chest down, making it impossible for her to arch and causing her arousal to shoot through the roof. Her scent filled the nursery. It was potent and making his cock protest with urgency.
Olivia was still wearing her panties, and she drew her legs together as he rounded to the end of the table. She expected him to remove them, but he wasn’t ready to do that just yet.
Damon liked to keep her guessing. She loved this changing table, and he loved switching things up as often as possible so she wouldn’t know what his intentions were.
He gently guided her knees wide and bent before stroking a finger over the gusset of her soaked panties. “So wet, Little rebel. Did you have an accident?”
She shook her head, a moan escaping.
“Are you sure? I can put a diaper on you next time you meet with Suzette and Jezebel if you can’t make it to the potty in time.” He was teasing her, but only because it made her even hornier.
She shook her head again, her face turning red. “No, Daddy. I can use the potty at their houses.”
He stroked her labia again over the cotton. “You’re sure this isn’t tinkle?”
“Daddy…”
He leaned in close and inhaled her sweet scent, groaning as it filled his lungs. She brought him to his knees.
Damon knew the exact moment her panties had flooded with arousal. It had been a few minutes after he’d arrived at Brock’s to pick her up. She had become aware of him even before he’d entered the house, and she’d begun to pulse with need when he’d spoken her name. But the majority of this wetness had occurred when he’d threatened to spank her naughty bottom before they went home.
He’d been testing her, wondering if she was ready to be disciplined in front of other people. He’d suspected the answer was yes because he’d watched her squirm whenever Jezebel or Suzette were punished in front of her .
Damon tugged on the elastic of her panties at her belly so the cotton rubbed against her clit. “You’ve gotten comfortable with Suzette and Jezebel,” he pointed out.
“They’re so nice,” she murmured in a distracted voice.
“Sure, but they can be naughty. You found that out the first time I left you there when you let them lure you into painting outside. What happened when we got home that day?”
“You spanked me,” she whispered.
“And what happened the next time when I left you at Arion and Jezebel’s home?”
She sighed as she tried to lift her hips and get more traction against the cotton he was holding in his grip. “We took a jar of cookies into Jezebel’s nursery and ate them all.”
“And?” Damon released the elastic to draw a strap across his Little mate’s hips, keeping her from lifting her bottom off the table.
Her breathing became more erratic. There was nothing sweeter than making her hold a conversation while he tormented her.
“Focus, Little rebel. What happened after you ate the cookies?”
She blew out a breath. Her voice shook. “Jez and Suzette got spanked in front of me.”
“Then?”
“Then you took me home, spanked my bottom, cleaned me out with that mean hose, and only let me have bottles for the next day.”
“Are you going to sneak around and eat cookies again, Little rebel?” He teased the elastic edges of her panties on either side an inch from her pussy.
She shook her head, panting. “No, Daddy.”
“What happened today, naughty girl?” Today’s events still shook Damon to his core.
Her head lolled back and forth as he stroked over her clit before he stopped touching her intimately and set his hands on her spread knees. They needed to talk about today.
“I didn’t know I could do that, Daddy. I promise. I was just experimenting.”
“You scared Elias to death, Little rebel. He’s never going to agree to babysit you again,” he exaggerated. What was an even bigger concern was that Elias was now extremely nervous about the responsibility of collecting his mate in the not-too-distant future.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. We were just playing hide and seek. I didn’t know I could mask my scent.”
Damon knew she was telling the truth. She’d been just as shocked as the rest of them. She’d thought Elias had been joking and pretending he couldn’t find her for several minutes until she realized he’d begun to panic. She’d scented his stress in the air and come out of the closet where she’d been hiding immediately, but they’d all learned something else about Olivia. She could mask her scent, too.
“Daddy is going to have to punish you. You know that right?”
She whimpered. “Yes, Sir.”
“Not for masking your scent. You weren’t aware of that possibility. But for scaring Elias by not coming out sooner.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Damon eased her legs together so he could finally remove her panties. When he parted them again, he restrained them wider than usual and included her ankles so she had absolutely no ability to escape.
“Daddy…” She swallowed. “What are you going to do?” Her voice shook.
He tapped her swollen clit. It was so engorged that the hood wasn’t covering it. “The next time I take you to join the girls, I’m going to spank you in front of everyone, understood?” He wanted there to be no doubt in her mind. He wasn’t saying that he would spank her if she misbehaved. That part was a given. He was letting her know he would most definitely be spanking her bottom in front of the others.
She nodded. “Yes, Sir. But what are you going to do this time?”
“This time, I’m going to swat your little pussy until you’re so horny you can’t think straight.” He wasn’t going to use his fingers like he usually did, either. He opened the drawer and pulled out a small crop.
Since she couldn’t see the evil tool, he dragged the folded leather end up her tummy until he reached her breasts. He lifted if a few inches and swatted the underside of her breast.
She gasped. “Daddy…”
He wouldn’t strike her hard enough to injure her. Never. Just hard enough to make her squirm because she enjoyed it. And her punishment would be edging her for quite some time before he let her reach orgasm.
She cried out when he slapped her nipple next. It would sting just enough to make her dizzy with the mixture of pleasure and pain.
After several more demonstrations on her breasts, he moved down and slapped her inner thighs with the leather.
“Oh, God, Daddy… Please. I’ll be good. I won’t even get into trouble next time.”
He chuckled. His Little mate had earned her nickname, Little rebel. Trouble would follow her all of her life. After dragging the tip of the crop over her mound, he gave her swollen clit its first taste, slapping it just hard enough to make her moan.
She was so fucking precious. He loved her to death. He would do anything for her, including restrain her and tease her until she begged him for release. Because it was what she loved.
Her body was on fire as he stroked her folds without nearly enough pressure to give her any relief. In between, he swatted her clit five more times, watching her closely to make sure she was still enjoying herself.
She was trembling when he put the crop away, and she whimpered near tears as he continued to lightly touch her folds, not even parting them.
“Please, Daddy, please,” she cried out.
When he couldn’t stand another moment of not being inside her, he removed his clothes. He finally released her and lifted her shaking body into his arms so they were chest to chest. As she wrapped her small arms around him, intentionally pressing her mark against his shoulder, he thrust into her.
Olivia gasped. “Oh, Daddy…”
He carried her to their bedroom with his cock buried deep inside her. Instead of aiming for the bed, though, he beelined for the bathroom where he set her on the vanity, grabbed her hips, and thrust into her over and over again until she screamed.
It was the most wonderful sound in the world. He came right behind her, panting heavily as copious amounts of his essence filled his Little mate.
Damon set his forehead against hers, still impaling her as they caught their breath.
Olivia ran her hands up and down his back. After a minute, she said, I think I have another ability I should tell you about.”
He jerked upright to stare down at her. The surprises kept coming. What now?
She licked her lips. “I can scent my own fertility.”
Caught totally off guard, Damon gasped. He slid his hands down to her bottom and gripped her tight. He drew in a deep breath. Eventually the two of them would have cubs. As many as she would give him, but he hadn’t intended to share her yet. Was she saying she was in heat? How could he not know that?
She shook her head. “I don’t mean I’m fertile now, Daddy. Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. I mean that I noticed I can scent other women’s fertility, and I’m noticing the subtle differences in my own. I suspect I’ll know.”
Damon dropped his forehead back against hers. “Okay.” He was still trying to catch his breath.
“Would you have been mad if I’d said I was fertile now?” she asked, her voice shaking.
“Not at all, Baby girl. I was just shocked and hoping we could have more time alone together before we go down that path.”
“Me, too, Daddy. Years. It will be easier if both of us can sense it.”
“You’re right, Little rebel.” He kissed all over her face as he eased out of her and grabbed a washcloth to clean them up.
Ten minutes later, he had her in his arms in their bed, face to face.
She had something to say. He could tell by her nervous fidgeting, and he waited.
Finally she cleared her throat. “I heard the elders talking about me, Daddy.”
Damon wasn’t surprised. Even though she’d been with the other Little girls in the nursery, he suspected her enhanced hearing would have made it possible for her to overhear the conversation he’d had with his father, Brock’s father, and another elder, Germain.
Damon stroked her cheek, waiting to see what she would say next.
“I don’t mind helping if they need me to, Daddy,” she whispered.
He swallowed down the nervous ball in his throat. “I know, Baby girl.” Apparently she’d heard everything. “But you’ll let Daddy make this decision with the other elders, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I won’t ever put you in a dangerous situation, Olivia. Never . None of the others would either.”
She cupped his face. “I know, Daddy. I won’t say another word. I know the thought of not being able to fully control my safety makes you lose your mind. I know more things about you than the other girls know about their mates. I realize that more every time I’m with them. I’m not like them.”
“I know, Little rebel,” he whispered.
She wiggled closer to him. “I only brought it up so you would know I can hear better and from a distance others can’t. I can scent better and see better, too. I can even taste things in the air.”
“I know, Baby girl.” He kissed her all over her face.
“It scares you,” she whispered.
“Yes, but only because I worry about your safety. I love you to pieces.”
“I love you, too. That’s why I promise I won’t do anything so naughty that you feel like you can’t leave me with the other girls. Gorging on cookies, hide and seek, and stuff like that. I won’t jump down from a deck and face off with bears again. You have my word.”
“Thank you, Baby girl.” He knew she meant every word. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t stress, but all Daddies stressed over the safety of their Littles. It was part of life. He would be more overprotective with her than other Daddies, but he’d already been on that path for two decades, knowing his mate would not have her eyesight.
This odd addition to their lives was not the end of the world. It was simply a challenge they would face together. Forever.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Little rebel?”
“Will you make love to me again? I want to feel close to you.”
“Yes, Baby girl. I will never turn you down on an offer like that.” He rolled her to her back, lodged his cock at her entrance, and stared down at his precious mate. She was perfection.
She was his.