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He smiles. “You are so lovely, Lacy. Stunning. I’m going to see all of you.” He pulls me closer. “I’m going to taste all of you eventually, too. Can you lower your arms for me and be brave?”

I draw in a slow breath and drop my shaking hands to my sides. My breasts feel heavy, and my nipples are hard points. Maybe he’ll think I’m cold since I also have goosebumps.

“That’s my good girl.” He sets his palms on my shoulders and smooths them down to my elbows. His gaze roams to my chest. “So beautiful.” His voice is breathy.

When he slides his thumbs to my nipples and flicks them, I gasp.

“So responsive,” he whispers.

I’m panting when he lowers his hands to my yoga pants and draws them and my panties down my legs. “Step out, Little lamb.”

I grab his shoulders and do as I’m told. His face is near my sex. He had his fingers there not too long ago, also. I’m still wet. Or wet again. Does it matter?

“Thank you for trusting me, Little one.” He sets my clean clothes on his thigh and picks up a pair of pink cotton panties first. “Step in.”

I grab his shoulders again. I’m in a dream. I’m naked in front of the only man I’ve ever been this attracted to. He’s dressing me. In clothes fit for a child. And I like it.

He puts my leggings on next. “Arms up.” He settles the dress over my head. When it falls into place, I finally feel less awkward. Marginally. My unease resumes when he holds up a pair of extremely frilly socks.

Daddy lifts me onto his lap so I’m settled on one knee between his. He pulls first one sock and then the other on, folding them down so the ruffles are visible at my ankles.

“I had socks like that when I was young,” I tell him. I feel so pretty with them on. Maybe I would look ridiculous to most people, but no one is here but me and Brett. And he’s assumed a Daddy role with me. He’s certainly not laughing. In fact, his erection is pressing against my thigh.

I’m too shy to say something about it or ask him to take it out and use it on me. That’s obviously not on his agenda for this morning. But I’m aware of it and glad he’s aroused. It eases my fears because I’m still aroused, and I’m the one who just had an amazing orgasm.

He stands, holding me, before spinning around to sit me in his spot on the toilet seat. Next, he grabs a pretty pink princess brush from the drawer and starts working on my tangled hair.

I close my eyes. He takes his time, never once tugging too hard. No one has brushed my hair since before my mother died. It feels so nice.

“How about braids?” he asks.

“Can you do braids?”

“Of course. What self-respecting Daddy can’t do braids?”

I giggle and watch him as he carefully parts my hair before dividing one side into three equal sections and braiding it behind my ear. It’s perfect. I love it. And I’m grinning as he finishes both sides.

“There. Yeah?” he asks.

I jump up and throw my arms around him. “Thank you.”

He holds me close and rubs my back, kissing the top of my head. “You’re welcome, Little lamb. Now, how about you go play, and I’ll make a few calls and check on your phone?”

I tip my head back and set my chin on his chest. “You’re sure you don’t mind? I can do those things.”

“I more than don’t mind. I want you to shut out the world and spend time in your Little headspace. Let her come fully out. Let her have fun. I’ll come to get you when lunch is ready, and then you can bring your adult back out for a bit, okay?”

I hug him again. “Thank you.”

Chapter 8

Brett

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Sometimes, it pays to know the right people, and working for Black Blade Protection means I often know the right people.

Officials aren’t letting residents back into Lacy’s building yet because they aren’t sure about the structural integrity of the building, but I know someone who works at the fire precinct, and he has agreed to take me into her apartment to grab a few things. I need to meet him in a few hours.

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