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Her grin is infectious. My cock grows harder because I know how pleased she is by this simple act. Did no other man let her explore and take for herself? Apparently not.

She’s panting now as she rides me faster. Her breasts are bouncing, tormenting me. Every time she tips her head back, I nearly come. I want to wait for her to take what she needs first, but it’s fucking difficult.

I focus on her face, watching every nuance. I nearly come on the spot when she slides one hand between us to rub her clit.

“That’s my girl. Come on Daddy’s cock, Little lamb.”

She detonates like the Fourth of July, and it’s the fucking best thing in the world. I’ll never tire of watching her come. I hold my breath for a few more seconds before I let myself come on the heels of her release.

As the pulses of my orgasm finally subside, I smooth my hands up her back and draw her closer so her chest presses against mine. I want to hold on to this moment for as long as possible.

I suspect our perfect little bubble will pop the moment we step out the front door to get her car, and I’m not ready. Maybe I can hold on to her Little side while we’re at Colt and Eve’s house. Maybe not. I’ll have to leave that up to Lacy. Opening up in front of her friend might take some time. Until today, she had no idea Eve was Little. It’s a lot to absorb.

“Ready to get out, Little lamb?” I ask her a few minutes later.

She sighs. “I guess.”

If the water weren’t growing quite so cold, I would stay here longer, but she’s starting to shiver, so I help her rise to her feet before I stand and step out. I lift her out of the tub and make sure she’s not too wobbly before I grab a huge bath towel and dry her off.

She giggles. “I can do that.”

I tap her nose. “Now, you don’t have to.”

She’s smiling as I wrap the towel around her and tuck it in so it won’t fall. “I like it when you do things for me.”

“Good. I like to do things for you.” I grab a second towel and dry myself before hanging it back up and taking her hand. “Let’s get dressed.”

“Can I wear regular clothes to Eve’s?” she asks.

I lead her into the bedroom and release her to pull on underwear and jeans. When I turn back to answer her, she looks nervous, chewing on her bottom lip while she stares at me.

I take her shoulders. “I will never ask you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, understand?”

She inhales deeply and nods. “Okay.”

“I suspect in the future, you won’t mind being Little in front of Eve and even several of her other friends when you get to know them in this new light, but it’s new to you right now, and you don’t need any added stresses in your life. So, wear whatever you’d like.”

“Okay,” she repeats. Her shoulders relax at the same time.

“Hey.” I tip her chin back. “I never want you to feel like you can’t tell me something. Never do something that makes you uncomfortable. I will have rules in the house for when you’re Little, Lacy, but they are part of age play. They help you center in that headspace. We’ll negotiate how much you want to submit to me when we’re not at home. I will always, always take your feelings into account.”

She smiles. “Thank you.”

“Now, what would you like to wear?”

Chapter 11

Lacy

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I’m beyond nervous as we stand at Eve’s front door. I keep wringing my hands together. I can’t stop. This is the first time I’ve left Brett’s house since I went there with him last night.

Facing my friend of many years is going to be so weird. I had no idea she was Little. I had no idea I was Little.

Colt opens the front door. Eve is standing behind him, holding on to his arm, as he steps back to let us in.

I’m pretty sure she’s at least as nervous as me. “Hey,” she says.

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