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Rebellion? That won’t do.

Calmly, he put the bowl and plates on the table, then switched Emily’s torturing device on and off in quick, repeated bursts, ratcheting the stimulus. But he knew this hellish mode was near impossible to resist. Instead of going back for the remaining dinner items, he paused to observe how she’d handle it.

Emily took his breath away.

Rolling her eyes, she dropped her head back, going deep into her space. The way she embraced the punishment moved him to the core. She’d never looked more beautiful than in this moment of complete submission. Emily didn’t know it yet, buther acceptance had taken her closer to the end of her trial and to a wonderful reward. Sighing, he turned off the device, giving her a mealtime reprieve.

He finished setting up, then sat facing her. “Kitten, listen to me. You have permission to release the skirt. Start eating. You need your strength.”

Emily blinked as if she were emerging from a trance. A small smile curved her lips. She slowly let go of the skirt, and her arms fell to the sides, her shoulders and expression relaxed.

Cutter extended his arm across the table. “Come on, baby. Pick up your fork. Eat.”

The smile lingered, but her eyes remained distant. Which meant she was still in subspace. Not good. He scooted his chair closer to her. Stabbing the lettuce and ham in the bowl, he brought the fork to her lips. “Open your mouth, baby girl. Eat for Daddy,” he said, caressing her cheek. “Come back, sweetheart. It’s time.”

“Hi, Daddy,” she said, tilting her head.

Ah, shit!All his senses went into alert. Had he pushed her so far she’d gone into age regression?Feel her out. Take it one step at a time, his mind cautioned.

“Hi, baby. Hungry?”

“Uh-huh.” She nodded, and he brought the fork up again. He let out a long sigh when she opened her lips, accepting the food, and chewed.

“This is good,” she said after she swallowed.

“I wasn’t sure if you liked beans, so I didn’t put any in. Would you like some next time?” He offered another forkful. “Enough dressing?”

“Yes. It’s yummy. I like white beans.”

“Good.” He waited for her to finish, then repeated the process. She took the next offering without hesitation. Once she swallowed, he held up the empty fork for her. Nodding, shetook the flatware. As she continued to feed herself, relief flooded him. Not that he minded feeding her—he loved it actually—but self-sufficiency was a sign of recovery and possibly a return to adulthood. In age regression, she might hesitate and playfully reject the fork.

“I’m so proud of you, kitten,” he murmured.

“Thank you, Daddy.” She tilted her head. He suppressed the rising chuckle at the patronizing tone in her voice. Success, Emily was back to her normal self.

Turning his attention to his own meal, he served himself a large portion of greens with cold cuts and chowed down. Minutes passed while the clinking flatware and Emily’s occasional cute noises of approval served as background sounds.

Once they finished, Cutter stood, gathering plates and bowls together. Staring at her bent head, he hesitated. There was only one way to know.

“Emily. Look at me.”

She locked her eyes with his, and he turned on the vibrator. Her eyelids flickered, and her lips parted as she released a quivering breath. Emily hadn’t expected this so soon. But punishments weren’t supposed to be easy. Discipline served as a learning and reminding tool. And it was working, because she quietly rolled her skirt up to her thighs and leaned back, spreading her legs.

Was that a look of resignation on her face?

Maybe.

Her erect nipples told a different story, and Cutter’s cock responded to the allure. Control failed him. Obeying his own desires, he dove into the signals of her body. His hands twitched with a savage desperation to feel; his soul ached, and his spirit stood at the brink of the abyss.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he snarled, yanking down the neckline of the dress. Her plump breasts popped out, and hishands crushed her flesh. He was beyond fondling. Squeezing her mounds, he brought one up. He suckled and bit the tip with such force, she whimpered.

That pulled him out of the frenzy.

He looked up, thinking he should apologize and say he was sorry. But he wasn’t sorry at all. Cutter wanted to inhale her, eat her up, swallow her bit by delicious bit until she permeated every cell. He wanted to submerge her so deep, mesh her within his system, that wherever he went and whatever he did, Emily would forever be present.

One more, one more, desire teased him.

As he squeezed and extended a stiff nipple, he reached for the clamps waiting on the table. “What are you feeling?” he hissed.

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