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She gasps, her eyes going wide. “What do you mean?”

I hold it in one hand and tap her nose with a finger. “Hard rule, babygirl. No masturbating. Can you go one week without touching your pussy?” This is the most invasive I’ve been with her yet. I hope I’m not overstepping.

Her face darkens even further. “Of course I can, but that’s a silly rule. Give it back to me.”

I shake my head. “Nope. I’m going to put it in the safe. We’ll reevaluate this another day. I want you to focus on your Little this week. Take sex out of the equation.”

She gasps again. “Dagger…”

I step around her and head for my bedroom. She follows on my heels. I aim straight for my closet, step inside, and bend down to open the safe. She’s right beside me, trying to pry the bag out of my hand, but she’s no match for me. I manage to open the safe without her seeing the code. Seconds later, the vibrator is history for my babygirl.

The truth is I’ll probably never give it back. The only way she’s going to masturbate in the future will be when I give her permission and I’m watching. I doubt I’ll let her use something that is inserted in her pretty cunt. That channel is reserved for my cock.

I’m feeling so fucking possessive right now that I might even argue against tampons, but I don’t say anything. That’s way out of bounds. I need to rein in my Dominant a tiny bit.

It’s hard. Things are going so well between us. I never expected Naomi to show up and instantly fall in line as my Little girl, but she’s surprising me at every turn.

She pretends to sulk as I guide her back across the hallway to the guestroom. Already I hate that she’s going to sleep in here without me. I want her in my bed, in my arms, for the rest of eternity. But we’re not there. Not about this. Not about so many things.

I pull the covers back and turn to pick her up by the hips to set her on the edge of the bed. I ease her sweater off and then bend to remove her boots and socks.

She crosses her arms and perfects the pout, not saying a word even when I guide her to lie on her back and pull the covers up to her chest.

“You can’t make me nap, Dagger.”

I kiss her forehead. “I don’t have to make you nap, babygirl. You’re so tired that you’re going to fall asleep in moments.” I stroke the loose hair back from her face. “Why don’t you consider calling me Daddy? It will help your Little come out. Using my name is jarring.”

She narrows her gaze at me. “Why don’t you give me my vibrator back? You can’t stop me from touching myself. I can get off with my fingers, you know.”

I chuckle and lift her fingers to my lips to kiss them. “No masturbating,” I order. I suck her pointer into my mouth and release it with a pop. “I’m going to suck these fingers after your nap. If they smell like your pussy, I will spank your bottom.”

She holds her breath, and her mouth falls open. “You can’t do that!”

I lift a brow.

She grits her teeth, yanks her hand out of my grip, and rolls onto her side, facing away from me. “I don’t think I want to be your Little girl, meanie.”

I chuckle again and kiss her temple this time. “I think you do.” I reach for her teddy bear and tuck it in her arms.

It takes every bit of my willpower to walk out of the room and leave my babygirl to nap, but I do it.

I leave the door open several inches and stand in the hallway for a few minutes, peeking in often. She’s out so fast that she never even moves.

Chapter Six

Naomi

I wake with a start, glancing around for a moment before I realize where I am. I’m clutching my bear so hard he’s getting smooshed. I hold him up and fluff him out. “I’m sorry, Buddy.” I kiss him several times before I push to sitting and put him on my pillow.

I wish I could take a few minutes to assess my situation, but my bladder is about to burst, so I have no choice but to immediately head for the bathroom.

I rush out of the room, down the hallway, and into the bathroom without encountering Dagger. As soon as I have the door shut and locked, I hold up my dress, pull down my panties, and sit on the potty.I made it, I think with relief as I empty my bladder.

When I’m finished, I wash my hands and quietly open the door. I need time to regroup, but it’s not going to happen. Dagger is waiting for me in the hallway.

“Did you wash your hands after you went potty, babygirl?”

“Yes, Sir.” My Little is strong. She often is when I wake up. It takes me some time to switch to my adult mindset in the mornings or after a nap. I don’t need to this time. I’ve fallen into a different dimension. I’m experimenting with my Little full time for one week. It’s both nerve-wracking and refreshing.

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