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The endearing term, so innocently spoken, sent a thrill through him.

“Sorry,” she said, looking suddenly shy. “I should stick to Sir.”

“No,” he replied gently. “I liked what you just said.”

The rest of the crowd had filtered out of the room, leaving just the two of them together.

Lulu bit her lip. He saw the wetness on it. How badly he wanted to kiss those lips.

“Say,” Lulu said, “I think I’m just going to hang up my snowflake up there.” She pointed to a high-up beam.

“It’s very high,” he said.

“I’ll stand on a chair.”

“I don’t know. Isn’t it against the rules for Littles to stand on chairs?”

“Sometimes I like to break the rules,” Louisa said with a wicked look.

Without another word, she balanced precariously on the chair, stretching to reach the perfect spot for her oversized snowflake. Her tongue poked out in concentration as she strained upward.

"Just a quick fix!" she called down to Ben with a playful grin. "It'll only take a second."

Ben stepped closer, his expression firm yet gentle. "Come down, please. I don't want you to get hurt."

She ignored his plea, focused on her task. The beam seemed to be miles away, but she was determined to hang her snowflake right there. With one final stretch, her fingers brushed the rough wood, and she managed to hook the string over a nail.

Triumph filled her eyes as she balanced on the chair, looking down at Ben with a mischievous glint. "See? Easy-peasy!"

Before he could respond, the chair wobbled beneath her feet, sending her teetering precariously. Panic flashed in Ben's eyes as he lunged forward, his strong arms catching Lulu just in time before she could fall.

“You caught me, Daddy.”

She was pressed up against him, her chest heaving against his, her flesh soft against his taut muscles.

“You could have been hurt, young lady.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

"Rules are there for a reason," he replied, his tone softening as he looked at her. Her chestnut hair was slightly mussed, and a smudge of glitter adorned her cheek. He resisted the urge to brush it away. She was so cute. But he had a responsibility.

“I’m going to have to discipline you,” he said.

Her eyes widened.

“Oh no.” She didn’t sound too upset. In fact, from the way she was breathing, she sounded quite the opposite.

“I’m afraid it has to be a spanking.”

“Anything but that!” she said, with a dark, lusty look.

Now he was the one biting his lip. He was going to have to be careful. It would be so easy to kiss her. To fuck her. But he had to be responsible. He was a Daddy Dom, but he wasn’therDaddy Dom.

Not yet, at least.

Chapter Seven

Lulu

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