Page 251 of Daddy's Naughty List

He was the luckiest man alive.

There had been so many incredible moments. The spanking. The kisses. The nursery play. Hell, even seeing her at meal times and catching her eye across the room was pure magic.

And then there was last night. Last night, they had gone to see Chuck, to ask him to draw up a temporary contract for them. Even though their relationship wouldn’t last forever, Ben wanted Lulu to know that he was serious about things. That he would abide by the correct protocol around her. That he wasn’t about to lie to her or let her down or hurt her.

Chuck had drawn something up for them with a big, knowing smile, and left them to fill out the more personal details with one another. Hard limits. Soft limits. Promises. It had been eye-opening to see how compatible they were, to say the least. Lulu was very open-minded when it came to toys and parts of her body she wanted to explore. She was extremely submissive, and all she asked was that Ben helped her to stay in the moment, to focus on all the sensations and sounds around her. Which, of course, he was more than happy to do.

They had also discussed protection. Lulu, it turned out, was on birth control, and both of them had been tested for STIs upon arrival at the ranch, which was standard practice. Knowing all of this, how easy it was for the two of them to just fit their bodies together as one, was powerful information. Ben had thought about it a lot. Whether it was fair on Lulu given the temporary nature of their situation. Whether he had the willpower to hold himself back from suggesting it. Whether that was the right thing to do.

Over the past few days, caring for Lulu had become as natural as breathing. He loved being her Daddy, guiding and nurturing her, watching her blossom with confidence and joy. A warmth bloomed in his chest at the thought of seeing her smiling face at the breakfast table.

He made his way to the dining room in the main lodge where Lulu was already seated, hands clasped eagerly as she waited for him.

"Morning, pumpkin," he greeted, ruffling her chestnut curls. "Sleep well?"

"Uh-huh, Daddy!" Lulu chirped. "I had the best dream about riding Strawberry the horse through a field of lollipops! It was just delicious!"

Ben chuckled. "Is that so? Lollipops, eh? Sounds yummy.”

“Do you think it’s a sign that I should have lollipops for breakfast?”

“Maybe you can have a lollipop later on. But first, some healthy fuel for your day, little miss. Have you eaten anything yet?"

She shook her head. “Nope. Waiting for you, Daddy.”

He smiled. “Good girl.”

He went up to the breakfast bar and filled his tray with plenty of food for them both. Returning to Lulu, he set a stack of pancakes in front of her, and popped a couple of banana slices on for eyes and a blueberry mouth. "Tell you what—if you eat all your fruit like a good girl, we can take Strawberry on an extra-long trail ride later. Deal?"

"Yay! Thank you, Daddy!" Her emerald eyes sparkled with delight as she dug into her food.

Ben watched her affectionately, his heart swelling with contentment. Her pure joy over the simplest things made him happier than he could ever remember being.

As she polished off the last berry, Lulu beamed up at him. "I did it, Daddy! Cleaned my plate!"

"Good job, babygirl," Ben praised, the words flowing easily off his tongue.

Lulu preened under his approval, and Ben felt a deep sense of fulfillment wash over him. Being Lulu's Daddy, providing the loving guidance and care she needed to thrive—it had quickly become the most meaningful part of his life. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

How would he ever bring himself to leave her after the ranch?

Shit.

What if he couldn’t?

And this wasn’t the only concerning thought on his mind. Back when he’d been with Kayla, he’d been very fond of her, to be sure. But she hadn’t gripped his heart quite like this. Hadn’t made him forget everything else in the world around him. Was this what true love looked like? No. Surely not. It was too soon for that. This was just . . . an infatuation.

After breakfast, they headed to the lounge, eager to continue the preparations for the upcoming Christmas Eve carnival. Ben followed behind Lulu, his longer strides easily keeping pace with her excited skipping.

Inside the bustling common area, Littles and their Caregivers worked together on various projects. Colorful streamers hung from the rafters, and the air smelled of paint and glue.

Ben’s management of the carnival was going well. The stalls for the magical Christmas forest had all been built, and the supplies for the Christmas games and activities had arrived.

He felt proud that he’d managed to corral so many people who he didn’t know, and there had been no disagreements or disputes of any kind.

All that was left were the final touches.

Lulu made a beeline for the decoration table, her eyes widening at the array of craft supplies.

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