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Mac grunts. “What time’ll you be done?”

“Zero nine hundred.” By which time he’ll be a full member. “Meet us in the buffet at zero nine thirty?”

I need a half-hour to dress my little girl. And maybe give her an orgasm if she’s a needy baby.

“Roger that.”

“Speaking of which, you’ll need to set up your own account for club expenses. Time to stop sponging off me.”

Mac chuckles. “Guess I’ll have to make the most of it tonight. Room’s got a mini-bar.”

“If you charge fucking fifteen-dollar bottles of water to my account, I’m tacking it on to your rent.”

Not that I’ve let him pay rent, nor will I.

“Language, Daddy!” Emily shouts over another wet volley.

Mac joins me in laughing.

By dint of my team-mate, Sean, being a far sneakier bastard than I’d given him credit for, our team actually wins. Emily’s band of submissives is the second-to-last knocked out. Once her cute, pink coveralls are spattered with paint, Emily trots over and flops on top of me for a cuddle. Mac’s girl and the three other members of their team, Fleur, Lucy, and Austin, join us. A happy, wiggly pile of submissives is a fine blanket against the rapidly cooling evening.

When Sean finally takes out the last opponent, he and his submissive join our pile. Sean gives his subbie a couple of token swats with the game’s prize: a golden leather paddle. He passes the paddle to me, and I line up Emily, Fleur, Lucy, and Austin to give them each a celebratory smack. When I hand the paddle off to him, Mac stretches Brenna over his knee and gives her a much longer paddling, while she writhes and stuffs her knuckles in her mouth to keep from making so much noise the club’s neighbors complain. While the club building is heavily soundproofed, we’re playing in the courtyard which is open to the sky.

Once Brenna’s howled through a knuckle-muffled orgasm, Mac tosses the paddle back to Sean, throws Brenna over hisshoulder, and heads inside. I pull Emily into my lap and tickle her under the chin.

“Ready to call it a night, my baby?”

She looks up at me, her big eyes luminous in her pale face. “Austin and Hunter have challenged my title, Daddy.”

Ah, the ongoing Hearts War between my little girl and the house subs who taught her the card game and have been losing to her ever since.

“Mmm, I think they’re going to have to wait for another night. Unless you want to miss out on a good-girl spanking.”

“A champion has to defend her crown.” Her plush, lower lip trembles. “But I really don’t want to miss out on a good-girl spanking.”

I chuckle and kiss the tip of her nose.

“How about this? Invite Austin and Hunter over on Saturday for a Hearts Battle Royale. You three can play all afternoon. Daddy will cook tea.”

The big eyes get even bigger. “Daddy will cook?”

“Daddy somehow managed before you came along, little girl.”

Austin, who is lying on the grass with Fleur under one arm and Lucy under another, snorts. “On microwave dinners.”

I kick him playfully. “Quiet, you.”

“I’ll bring Aunt Pearl’s Banoffee Pie,” he offers. “Hunt and I both have Saturday off.”

“Is that a deal, little girl? Can you wait to defend your title until Saturday?”

She immediately lifts her pinkie finger. “Deal.”

I shake her pinkie with mine before I draw her in for a deep kiss.

I barely take my mouth off hers as we wind our way through the club to the room I’ve reserved for the night. The Blue Harem room is my favorite dungeon in the club, although the Nurserywe’re building is likely to replace that. The only downside to the Blue Harem room is that it doesn’t have an attached bathroom. Few of the dungeons do except the medical suite, which is semi-perpetually booked out.

Because I knew our play today would be messy, I reserved a room on the third floor. It’s the “pink boudoir” room and has all the elements of a terribly cheesy Vegas honeymoon hotel, right down to the heart-shaped bed. Most importantly, though, there’s a two-person hot tub in the attached bath.

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