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“Doesn’t Batman get defeated? He’s not like Superman.”

“He does. He gets knocked down a lot. He’s flawed and compromised and he makes mistakes. And he’s a bazillion times better than Superman. Superman’s perfect; he can do anything. Batman can’t. Batman works hard for every victory, small or large. Batman gets back up, no matter how hard he’s knocked down. That’s my Daddy.”

Daddy pulls me to the side of the staircase again and drags me up into his arms so we’re nose-to-nose, my feet dangling.

“You’re making me emotional again, my little wonder.”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

He rubs noses with me. “Never, ever apologize for telling me your feelings. I love you so much, little girl, and I will strive every day to be your Batman Daddy.”

I wrap one arm around his neck and cup his cheek with the other, blinking mistily as I look into his deep, dark eyes. “You already are.”

My Batman Daddy carries me the rest of the way up the stairs.

twenty-six

EMILY

Like our collaringceremony which swelled from just the two of us to a crazy number when Daddy said I could invite people, almost double the number of people I invited come to the Grand Opening. The only person I made a point of inviting that I don’t see in the crowd is Master Ten.

I guess I should have expected he wouldn’t come, given how ugly things got between him and Daddy over Master Mac’s membership but friction was pretty high between Daddy and Mistress Caddy and she’s here. When we make it into the Nursery, I see Caddy’s subbie, Finn, alongside a bunch of littles on the pirate ship, holding off their Doms with foam swords. Fleur has already been captured and bent over a ship’s cannon for a spanking by Master Javier. She waves cheerily when Daddy drags me away after a quick circuit of the Nursery to make sure everyone’s enjoying themselves.

I get my first orgasm in the hallway on the way to Long Gallery. Daddy’s loving these surprise orgasms at the moment. He pushes me against the wall without warning, drops to hisknees, lifts my skirt and tutu over his head, and eats me out until I scream for him.

Daddy kisses me through the afterglow, pushing my own tang across my tongue. When my legs can hold me up again, he straightens my clothes, threads my arm through his, and walks on like nothing happened. I blink up at him, dazed and blissed.

“How many orgasms tonight, baby doll?” he asks conversationally.

“I think we agreed on four, Daddy.”

“Did we? Hmm. That seems a small number for such a big night.”

“Well, I’m a very little girl, Daddy.”

He chuckles. I steel myself for an onslaught of orgasms. It’s a severe hardship.

In the Long Gallery, we find most of the members of Elephant’s Playground lined up for a Hunt. In addition to the Dumbos, caterpillar, and butterfly, there are three foxes, two puppies, a kitty, and something that might be a bejazzled cow. Apple and Skye, who work in the nightclub, walk by hand-in-hand wearing Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum costumes. Mistress Dana herds her flock into line. Tessa prances over, yipping and wagging her tail at Master Chess. Matty and Yummy wait while Daddy unbuckles my Mary Janes, then grab my hands and pull me into the growing crowd of subbies.

A trembling, gray figure, hunched over and trying to make himself as small as possible, shuffles into line behind us.

I tug Yummy and Matty into a ring around Georgie. Our flight won’t let anything bad happen to our mousie.

“Don’t tell anyone,” I whisper to Georgie, my voice almost lost in the hubbub of so many voices. “But I’m secretly a dragon, too. And remember that mice are the only creatures that can defeat a dragon. So you’re safe with us.”

Georgie’s wearing his mouse-face, so it’s hard to read his expression but his eyes are full of gratitude.

Master Ryan, who I haven’t seen at the club in weeks, appears in his top hat and hunting jacket. He slaps his crop against his black riding boot for silence and when the chatter settles down, he says, “Subbies get a two-minute head start. The Hunt is confined to the Long Gallery. Anyone going into the Library is out of bounds and disqualified. If you haven’t played in the Gallery before, there are several secret passageways. Youmustbe with a house submissive to use the secret passageways. House submissives, raise your hands.”

A dozen hands go up in the crowd.

“I mean it about the secret passageways,” Ryan says. “It’s possible to get lost in them. You may only go into a secret passageway if you’re with one of the people holding up their hands. Anyone going into a secret passageway without a house submissive will be immediately asked to leave. This is a safety issue. I expect you all to follow this rule. Say ‘aye’.”

A chorus of “ayes” rise from the cluster of subbies.

“There endeth the rules of the Hunt,” Master Ryan intones in a voice deeper than Daddy’s, somehow. In his normal voice, he continues, “If you’re hunting a subbie that’snotyour own, this is a tag hunt. Tap anywhere on their body above the waist and the prey is caught. If you’re hunting your own subbie, I trust you’ve negotiated the level of resistance your prey mounts to being caught. Whether or not your subbie has a safe word, the safe word ‘red’ is in use for the Hunt. If I or any other scene monitor hears the word ‘red’ in any context, play stops until we can check in with the players. Prey, on your marks, get set, go!”

I was listening so closely to the rules that I’m taken aback by the start of the Hunt. I stand there staring until Yummy yanks on my hand. Then I run with my flight, keeping Georgie between us.

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