Chapter 20
COLT
Watching my little firecracker flourish in her new home is a pleasure I know I’ll never tire of. For two weeks now, I’ve witnessed her stepping more and more out of her comfort zone, pushing limits and testing boundaries every chance she gets.
Of course, my siblings and I are always nearby to reinforce those same boundaries with plenty of well-earned punishments.
Just yesterday she and the other Littles all got themselves in serious hot water with their Uncle Dane for scaring him while he was out chopping wood.
Considering he nearly swung the ax he was holding at Lanie’s head, I’d say the paddling they all got from him was very well-deserved, indeed.
Today, however, Tabby seems perfectly happy keeping me company in my office while I spend a few hours checking to make sure our company is running as smoothly as it can in my absence.
She’s in the large wooden playpen Axel built just for her.
The giant dinosaur we purchased in Vegas is serving as a couch of sorts, with her laying stretched out on his back, sucking at a pacifier and reading one of the books from Bram’s library.
Just the sight of her makes my chest—and my cock—ache. Unfortunately for me, I have a meeting in less than two minutes, which isn’t nearly enough time to relieve myself in my Little girl’s pussy the way I want.
Then again, there are other ways to get the relief I’m craving.
Pushing back from my desk, I stride over to the play pen and open the gate. An enterprising Little girl could easily figure out how to open it from her side of the “fence”, but Tabby has been told in no uncertain terms what will happen if she does that.
I’m hoping she tries it at least once.
But for now, I have other things planned for my sweet babygirl. She looks up as I approach, her smile not at all dimmed by the pacifier in her mouth. A soft squeak escapes her as I scoop her up and carry her back to my desk.
Setting her on her knees in front of my chair, I hold out my hand. “Give Daddy your pacifier, please.”
Her bottom lip puffs out in a pout, but she does as she’s told, spitting the paci out into my palm. “Am I in trouble?”
“No, baby.” Taking my seat again, I glance at the clock with a slight grimace. Everyone knows I despise tardiness, but I am the boss, so they’ll all survive me being a couple minutes late.
Reaching for my belt buckle, I flip it open, tugging the tail free as my Little girl watches on, her eyes wide. “Daddy wants to feel your sweet mouth on his cock, but I have an important meeting. So you’re going to have to be very, very quiet. Understood?”
Eyes still wide with surprise, she nods. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. If you do a very good job and make Daddy come before the meeting is over, you can have a reward.”
Her expression lights up at the promise of a reward and she bobs her head excitedly. I free my cock from my pants and grip one of her pigtails, tugging her forward so she can take me in her mouth.
“Fuck, babygirl,” I groan as she practically swallows me whole. “Just like that. What a good little baby you are.”
Letting my left hand rest on her head as she bobs up and down on my cock, I reach for my mouse to join the meeting. A dozen expectant faces greet me when I log in, and I manage what I hope is a normal-looking smile.
“Good afternoon, everyone. I hope you’re all doing well.”
While my team returns the greeting, I have to swallow an oath thanks to my babygirl’s wicked tongue. She’s using it to tease the sensitive underside of my cock, and it’s all I can do not to groan out loud.
Once the small talk is finished, my second-in-command launches into a detailed breakdown of last quarter’s numbers.
Sheila is, thankfully, brilliant and more than capable than running this meeting on her own.
Which is lucky for me, because I’m far too invested in the feel of my Little girl’s mouth to concentrate on what my CFO is saying.
“Colt?”
Fuck. I must have tuned out more than I realized. “Sorry, the audio must have cut out. What was the question?”
If Sheila suspects anything, she doesn’t so much as blink as she repeats the question about the contract we currently have with the company that maintains our logging trucks.
I focus as much as I’m able on the numbers in front of me while Tabby continues sucking my cock like she’s trying to win a fucking prize.
Which, in a way, I suppose she is.
Somehow, I make it through the conversation, during which we decide to start asking around for new bids since it seems as though our current contractor has upped the prices on us substantially over the last year.
Sheila moves on to the next point of business just as Tabby hollows her cheeks around me, sucking on my painfully hard cock with such force it makes my eyes cross.
I just barely manage to mute myself and turn off the video a split second before the orgasm hits, slamming into me with all the force of a freight train. “Fuck!”
Holding my babygirl’s head still, I pour myself down her throat, my chest heaving with the effort to drag air into my lungs. When I’m finally empty, I pull back, gently freeing my cock from her mouth as I smile down at her.
“You did a very good job, baby. Would you like your reward now?”
Her head bobs enthusiastically, and I help her to her feet so I can strip her diaper from her, baring her from the waist down.
Picking her up, I set her on the edge of my desk, just out of view of the camera. While she watches on curiously, I pull a toy from my desk drawer. It’s a simple enough dildo, other than the fact that it’s designed to look like a unicorn’s horn and painted in rainbow colors.
“You can use this to make yourself come while Daddy watches. But you must be completely silent. If anyone on Daddy’s call hears you, then you won’t be allowed to come the rest of the day. Understood?”
Looking equal parts worried and excited, she nods silently as she takes the toy from my hand. And because I’m not a complete monster, I pop her pacifier back into her mouth before turning my video and audio back on.
“Apologies,” I say with a smile, as if I don’t have a half-naked Little girl on my desk, slowly sliding a unicorn horn in and out of her dripping pussy just off-screen. “There must be something up with our internet, the audio and video keeps dropping on my side.”
“No problems, sir,” Sheila says amicably. “If you need to, we can reschedule for later in the week.”
“Not necessary. Hopefully the issues have resolved themselves.”
From the corner of my eye, I watch my Little one move the toy in and out of her cunt, her eyes glazed with pleasure as she slowly works herself toward an orgasm. Unable to resist, I reach toward her, brushing my thumb over her swollen clit.
Tabby inhales sharply, but otherwise doesn’t make a sound. The pacifier in her mouth bobs furiously as she continues fucking herself with the unicorn horn.
With my thumb still drawing lazy circles over her clit, I return my attention to the meeting. “What about the situation in Montana? Has that been resolved yet?”
On the screen, Sheila frowns. “Not to my satisfaction. I’ve got Carlos on site and we should have a restructuring plan ready by the end of the week for your approval.”
“Excellent. Thank you, Sheila.”
As another member of the team launches into a detailed explanation of yet another report, I press harder on my babygirl’s clit, pushing her closer to the edge. She whimpers, quietly, but I catch one of the participants on the call frowning slightly at the noise and I mute myself.
“What did Daddy say about making noise, little girl?”
She whines, embarrassed color flooding her cheeks as she pumps the dildo in and out of her pussy.
“I know it’s hard, little one, but you can do it. You’re Daddy’s big, brave girl, aren’t you?”
There’s a moment of hesitation before she nods, and I reward her with an approving smile. “Good girl. I’m going to consider this one a warning but if you make any more noises, Daddy’s going to have to punish you.”
I may not be a complete monster, but I am enough of one that I wouldn’t at all mind bending my Little girl over my desk and fucking her bottom without letting her come as punishment for breaking the rules of our game.
Or I get to watch her beautiful face twisting with ecstasy as she comes right here on my desk, with my subordinates none the wiser about what their boss is getting up to.
Either way, I win the game.
I’m only half listening to the call while my team drones on.
Most of my attention is locked on my babygirl as she fucks herself with the toy, her back arching and her head falling back as she grinds against my desk.
She is stunning, a study in corrupted innocence, and more than once I have to fight the urge to flip her over and drive my cock into her waiting heat.
And then it happens. Tabby stiffens, her knuckles turning white around the unicorn horn, her pacifier falling onto the sleek wood of my desk as her mouth opens on a silent cry. Her arousal coats the toy and my desk as she drags air into her lungs, her entire body shuddering with every breath.
Luckily for both of us, the call is coming to a close anyway. I say my goodbyes as quickly as I can before lifting her up into my arms and plucking her pacifier from the desk.
“My good girl,” I murmur as I bounce her lightly in my arms, making my way back to the playpen where I lay her down with her oversized dinosaur friend. “Daddy’s so proud of you, baby. You did such a good job for me. Such a good little baby, making yourself come all over Daddy’s desk.”
Her lips curve, and I take the opportunity to pop the pacifier back in her mouth as her eyes flutter closed. Moving as silently as I can, I cover her with a blanket and lock the gate on the playpen before returning to my desk.
Just as I’m settling in my chair again, someone knocks on the door and I rush to open it before they wake my sleeping babygirl. Gunther is standing on the other side, a manila folder in his hand, and my heart leaps into my throat.
Pulling the door shut behind me, I step out into the hall with him. “Did you find anything?”
Gunther grunts and shakes his head as he hands me the folder. “Nothing concrete. Basically, she was taken from her parents at a pretty young age, but as far as I can tell it was more neglect than anything. Which is bad enough, but it doesn’t look like there was any physical or sexual abuse.”
“Good,” I murmur, flipping through the report. “That’s good.”
“Yeah. Biggest thing I found was she got bounced around a lot. No reason, far as I can tell, but that kind of thing leaves its mark on a person. Odds are high that between the parents being absolute deadbeats and her not staying in one place more than a couple years, she’s got herself a whole host of abandonment issues. ”
Fucking hell. The thought of my sweet, desperate-to-please babygirl being constantly discarded like that has rage boiling in my veins. “Where are her parents now?”
“Mom OD’d a couple years back, dad’s in prison. I could make some calls if you want.”
I can hear my own fury echoing in Gunther’s normally calm voice. “Do you think he’s a threat to her?”
“No. If I had to guess, he doesn’t even think of her.”
And that, as far as I’m concerned, is even worse. “I want it to look like an accident. But make sure he knows why.”
“Consider it done.”
I’m aware I’m being irrational. There’s no reason at all to put a hit out on a man who poses no active threat to my family.
But he hurt my babygirl. I don’t give a flying fuck that it was nearly twenty years ago.
As far as I’m concerned, there are no statutes of limitations on his crimes.
He hurt her, so he’ll pay the price. And in his last moments, he’ll know that someone, somewhere, loved his daughter enough to end him.