Chapter 22
Twenty-Two
Blade
After backing up, I sit in the armchair by the window, where I usually read when I have spare time.
I wonder when I’ll ever have spare time again.
I grin at the thought. I hope I never have free time on my hands for the rest of my life.
The best thing in the world would be if this Little girl runs circles around me for the next fifty years, keeping me on my toes the entire time.
I cross my legs and stroke my beard while I watch her. Her knees are shaking. She might be chilly in the short nightgown and panties. It’s not cold in the apartment, but she’s unnerved.
Fuck, she’s precious. I know she’s not entirely convinced I’m as dedicated to her as I’ve insisted, but I’m all in with this Little girl. She’s mine. I’ll never let her go.
I don’t want her injured arm to cause her any pain, so I only make her stand there a few minutes before I say, “Your timeout is over, Little one. Come to Daddy.”
She releases her finger and rights herself before turning to shuffle toward me. Her gaze is cast down, but her cheeks are still very pink. I reach for her hand when she’s close enough, guide her between my legs, and lift her to sit on my thigh.
Cupping her head, I press it against my shoulder. “How did that make you feel, Little one?”
“Weird,” she mutters.
I chuckle. “The first timeout can feel strange. You did well. Do you understand why I sent you to the corner?”
“Because you’re bossy and a big meanie.”
I laugh before angling her head back so she’s looking at me. “Nope. Want to take another guess?”
She narrows her eyes at me and then sighs and rolls them. “Because I argued with you about taking naps?”
“Nope. Try again.”
She groans. “Because you think I fibbed?”
“Nope. Not that either.” I stroke her thigh. “Little girls who don’t like to misbehave and rarely do so get punished because letting Daddy assert authority over you is a huge turn-on.”
She narrows her gaze. “That’s silly.”
“Is it? Did you not get aroused the moment I suggested putting you in the corner?”
She pouts.
“It’s normal, Little one. Very common. It’s part of the dynamic. You do something naughty, I discipline you, and you get horny from my dominance. It’s a huge part of age play.”
Her brow remains furrowed.
I slide my hand up her thigh. “Spread your legs, June,” I order.
Her heart racing against me is so heady that my cock pulses in my jeans.
“Now, Little one. Legs open.”
She trembles as she obeys me, grabbing my wrist with her good hand. “Daddy…” Her voice is breathy. She’s embarrassed for me to find out how aroused she is.
“Are your panties wet, naughty girl?”
She shudders. “Yes, Sir.”
I watch her face as I slowly move my fingers closer to her pussy. When only a fraction of an inch separates them from her panties, she’s panting. She’s still holding my wrist, but she’s no match for me.
“How wet? Soaked?” I push.
She tips her head back, moaning.
“Do you want me to stroke your clit, June?”
“Yes, please,” she murmurs.
“Do you think you can come for Daddy from nothing more than me touching your naughty little pussy over your panties?”
She nods this time.
I lean toward her ear and whisper, “I bet you need to come pretty badly, huh?” I stroke the elastic edge of her panties next to her pussy, not giving her what she wants.
“Yes, Daddy, please.”
“Enough to obey Daddy’s orders?”
She nods and licks her lips. Her eyes are rolled back. “Please.”
Her breath hitches when I lift her by the hips and turn her so she’s facing away from me. “Spread your legs, Little one. Straddle Daddy’s thighs.”
June parts her knees immediately, and I lower her so she’s facing away from me. As I spread my thighs, forcing hers to part farther, I slide my hands from her waist to her breasts.
Her head lolls back onto my shoulder as I thumb her nipples. She’s shaking. By the time I touch her clit, she’s going to go off like a firecracker. “Arms by your sides,” I demand.
She lowers her hands to her hips.
I kiss behind her ear. “Such a good girl.” I breathe against her neck. “It feels so good to obey Daddy, doesn’t it?”
She sniffles and nods.
After a sharp pinch to her nipples, I shift my hands down to her inner thighs and stroke the tender skin, not touching her where she needs the most attention.
I whisper in her ear again, “Every time I put you in timeout, your panties will get wet, Little one. Sometimes, you’ll do things intentionally to earn a punishment because you like it when I reprimand and discipline you. It’s extremely submissive.”
She’s trembling all over. “That’s irrational. Why would I want you to boss me around? That makes me a pushover.”
“Nope. That makes you very strong. It takes a very confident individual to turn that level of trust over to another person. It also means that I have to earn that trust and never abuse it. It means you will learn what to expect from me. My job is to deliver it and never break that trust.” I hold her thighs wide, my fingers stroking the edges of her panties while I talk.
“Oh…”
I smile. I think she finally understands. “How wet are these panties, June?”
“Soaked, Daddy.”
I gently run the tips of my fingers along the elastic while her breathing becomes erratic and desperate. When I reach under the edges just a fraction, she tries to lift her hips and moans.
Removing my fingers, I order, “Sit, Little one. Daddy decides when and how to touch your pretty pussy.”
June whimpers. “Please, Daddy…”
I give a sudden tug to both sides of the cotton gusset, tightening the pressure against her clit.
She cries out. So fucking precious.
Shifting my fingers so I can hold her panties taut over her pussy with one hand, I use the other to flick her clit rapidly.
June screams, her entire body bucking against me as she comes harder than any previous orgasm.
And I’m not even touching my pretty Little girl’s pussy directly.
Eventually, I turn her in my arms so she’s sitting sideways across my lap. I hold her close and rock her as she catches her breath. “I think you understand the punishment side of age play now.”
“I don’t think that was much of a punishment,” she murmurs.
I chuckle. “Some Littles call it funishment.”
When she’s finally breathing normally, I lean her back. “How about I help you go potty and dress you?”
She nods, and she doesn’t complain when I assist her on the toilet and clean her up before putting fresh panties on her. She doesn’t say a word when I add one of the pastel bras, a cotton T-shirt, and leggings. It’s a relaxed enough outfit that I’m confident she can wear it to teach her classes.
She’s quiet and pensive as I lead her to the kitchen and give her a snack. Afterward, I settle her on my lap in the living room and smooth her hair back. “Talk to me, honey. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
I know a lot of her questions about age play have been assuaged by Simone’s visit, but something else is on her mind.
She turns to face me, straddles my thighs, and plays with the front of my shirt. “Your men are looking for Pete, aren’t they?”
Ah. I wondered when she would start fretting over this. “He wasn’t hard to find, Little one. He’s in the same house you ran from.”
She swallows. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m not sure yet, honey. Watch him for now.”
“Do you think he’s the one who broke into my apartment?”
“I do, Little one.” I don’t go into the specifics. I think it’s best if I let her ask questions. I won’t lie to her, but I also don’t see the need to offer information she hasn’t asked for. The less she knows, the less she’ll worry.
“Maybe it was someone random,” she suggests. “Maybe it was a coincidence, and someone broke into my apartment because they saw me leave and thought they could rob me.”
I lift her chin. “Where’s this coming from, June?”
She shrugs.
“Think about the facts. You fled your apartment because you were afraid Stark would find you.”
She nods. “Yeah, but…”
“So you think it’s a coincidence that someone happened to break in a few hours after you came to my office? Someone who ransacked the entire place but didn’t steal anything, not even your computer?”
She sighs.
I pull her closer and rub her back. “I don’t want you to worry about this, June. Let Daddy handle it.”
“I can’t not worry, Blade. I’m afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
“Afraid you’ll go after him, and he’ll kill you.”
I kiss her forehead. “He’s not going to kill me, honey. I promise. I’m skilled at my job. No one will get the best of me or my men.”
She drops her forehead against my chest. “What if I promise to stay in the apartment so he can never find me?”
I lean her back again. “You can’t hide forever, Little one. Eventually, you have to be able to go outside without worrying that someone is looking for you. My job is to make sure you can do that safely. Okay?”
She shrugs again, her attempt to appear nonchalant.
I cup her face and angle her head so she meets my gaze. “Look at Daddy.”
When she does as she’s told, I praise her, “Good girl.” I love the shudder that accompanies my approval. “My job is to keep you safe and make sure you feel safe. You know no one can get to you in this apartment, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I prompt.
She inhales deeply. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Mr. Brinkman would never let anyone into the elevator who hasn’t been vetted first. He also doesn’t send anyone up without informing Rachell.
In addition, there is no way Stark has any idea where you are.
He may be watching your apartment, but he hasn’t seen you come or go, so he’s got no information. ”
“Okay. Has he called my phone?”
“Not yet.”
“Do you think he will?”
“I suspect he will eventually, Little one. It won’t be hard to get your number. If he’s watching your place and you never return, he’ll start to get frustrated and try to contact you another way.”
“So, you’re waiting for him to make a move?”
“Yes.” I’m waiting for that asshole to give me any excuse to rid the planet of his kind, which will be a blessing to all women he might encounter in the future.
“Okay…” June slumps against me, and all I can do is hold her tightly and hope I’m able to put this threat to rest soon so my Little girl won’t have to worry any longer.