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“That’s my good girl. Are you going to come for Daddy, Taylor? Are you going to come with Daddy’s fingers plugging your bottom like the naughty little baby you are?”

God, yes. Yes, yes, yes.

Frantic now, she gave herself over to the need driving her. Even her humiliation only served to fuel her desire as she worked herself closer and closer to that shimmering peak.

And when she finally came with a loud cry, her bottom clenching around her Daddy’s fingers just as he’d demanded, the edges of her vision went black as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

“That’s my good little girl,” Daddy crooned, still pumping his finger slowly in and out of her bottom. “I have good news for you, baby.”

“Wh-what’s that?” she gasped out, shuddering from the aftermath of what might have been the most spectacular orgasm she’d ever had.

“Your bottom feels just right. No fever here.”

It was so absurd, she couldn’t help but laugh. “I really don’t think that’s an accurate way to tell.”

“No? Hmm. Maybe I’ll have to try again upstairs, with the actual thermometer.”

“No, no, I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Hmm. Well, if you’re still feeling naughty in the morning, I reserve the right to take your temperature the right way.”

“I’ll be good, Daddy. Promise.”

And she meant it… for a little while.

Chapter Ten

Two days later, she found herself back at Edie’s for a Christmas Eve party. She came loaded down with the cookies she and Ian had spent the day baking with Noelle and Dom, but no answers.

Over the past two days she’d managed to break nearly every rule she had except the ones about putting herself in danger. And every single time, Ian had either scolded her or given her a playful spanking that ended with him putting something in her bottom while he finger-fucked her to orgasm.

As a result, she was feeling more sexually satisfied than she’d ever been in her life. But it still felt like something wasmissing.

She’d barely gotten to put the cookies down on the table before Edie had her by the arm, dragging her out of the kitchen and into the small half bath just down the hall.

“So?” Edie asked after locking the door behind them, her arms crossed and her expression set in serious lines that had Taylor shifting from foot to foot nervously. “Did you talk to him?”

“Umm. Not exactly.”

“What does that mean, Taylor Grace? You either talked to him about needing him to punish you or you didn’t. Which is it?”

“Can’t we talk about this after Christmas?” She was well aware she was whining, but this was the last thing she wanted to be talking about on Christmas Eve when she was supposed to be stuffing her face full of cookies and bouncing around with excitement over Santa coming.

“Sure.” One corner of Edie’s mouth lifted in a smug smirk. “You can talk to him after I tell him what’s going on.”

“No! Edie, you promised!”

“I promised I wouldn’t talk to himifyou told him the truth. You didn’t keep your end of the bargain, so you leave me no choice.”

Dammit. “Can it at least wait until after the party? Please, Edie, I don’t want to ruin it for everyone else.”

Running a hand through her short cap of hair, Edie sighed. “Alright. You two hang back after everything wraps up and we’ll have a sit-down about it.”

It wasn’t the greatest solution, but Taylor was smart enough to know it was probably the best she was going to get under the circumstances. “Thank you, Edie.”

“You’re welcome. Now go stuff your face with the other girls and enjoy the party.”

After a quick hug for her friend, Taylor hurried out to the living room where the other Littles had gathered with plates stacked high with goodies. Everyone seemed in good spirits, except for Jesse who was curled up in Edie’s chair, pouting for all she was worth.

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