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“Yes what, baby?”

“Yes, Sir,” I sobbed.

Something hit his plastic floor mat and then he was pulling me from the truck and setting me on my feet in front of him, placing my crutches back under my arms and holding me steady.

“Do you understand now that I will always follow through?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you feel better?”

“On the inside I do. On the outside, my butt really hurts.” I wiped my face with my hands, until he pulled up the bottom of his shirt and wiped my face.

“I bet it does, baby. It will help you remember I care enough to follow through with the hard things.”

He was right. My warm ass did help me feel cherished all through the rest of lunch.

Chapter Six

Axel

Paisley’s apartment was cute as a button, much like her. It looked exactly like a home owned by a Little one should. Unicorn pillows lined a plush overstuffed couch. A Barbie dreamhouse sat tucked in one corner of the living room and fuzzy rugs made hardwood floors seem cozy. The only thing out of place was that damn cat. That thing belonged in the deepest, darkest corner of the Attica Prison.

Since we’d been here, she’d untied my boot, knocked a sippy cup of orange juice off the coffee table, and unrolled a roll of toilet paper.

“Angel, stop being so naughty. We have a guest,” Paisley scolded in what I was sure was her bossiest voice. She was so fucking cute. The cat just pawed at her pants.

“You need to call your boss, baby,” I reminded her.

“Oh yeah,” she answered as she put a diaper on a cow stuffie.

“Okay, Moo, no more poopin’ in the Barbie hot tub. Is too hard to clean,” she said, waving her finger at the cow.

“Oh, how cute. His name is Moo?” I questioned. I mean it wasn’t original, but at least I would be able to remember it.

“Yeah, Moo Hefner.”

I roared with laughter. The cat hissed, and ran from the room, making the joke that much better. That sounded more like the sassy brat I liked so much. “Wow, a playboy cow, huh?”

“Yas. He’s such a naughty cow. It’s utterly disappointing.”

Her pun game was strong, and I couldn’t help but join in.“Well, you’re just milking this until the cows come home, aren’t you?”

She fell over giggling and I couldn't resist walking over and scooping her off the floor. “You, Little one, are a silly goose.”

She wrapped her good arm around my neck and rested her forehead against mine. Her breath fanned across my face and her eyes flicked to my lips. Her dimpled cheeks flushed and I couldn’t help the way my dick twitched in my pants.

“I would love to know what you just thought about that made you so blushy.”

“I was thinkin’ about… puppies.”

“Bullshit,” I whispered against her lush lips. Her fingers gripped my forearms and her eyes flickered to my lips.

“Please?” Her breathy plea went right to my cock.

I smiled against the corner of her mouth. “Do you need something?”

“Yes,” she whined.

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