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I giggle and turn in his arms, then deliberately run my dirty hands down his clean white T-shirt, blinking at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Oops!”

His eyes narrow dangerously. “You Little brat.”

I try to squirm free, but his grip tightens. Before I can blink, he’s scooped me up and is heading toward his house.

Smack!

His hand lands firmly on my bottom.

“Ow!” I yelp, but I’m still giggling.

Three more spanks fall as he carries me up the stairs to his room. “Naughty Little girls who get Daddy dirty get their bottoms spanked,” he growls.

My heart skips at the word ‘Daddy’, but I don’t have time to process it because we’re already in his bathroom. He sets me down but keeps me caged between his arms, my back against the vanity.

“You’ve been very naughty,” he says, his voice low and stern.

I bite my lip, looking up at him through my lashes. “Sorry?”

But we both know I’m not really sorry at all.

And from the glint in his eye, I think he might be counting on that.

“I’m going to let you take a bath by yourself this time. But don’t count on it happening again. I’ll be in the bedroom if you need me,” he says before pressing a quick kiss to my forehead. “When you’re done, come out in a towel and I’ll get you ready for bed.”

I swallow nervously. “Okay.”

He winks at me and turns to leave. “Good girl.”

As soon as he shuts the door behind him, I do a little dance because I really like being his good girl.

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Imove through the bedroom, only the soft light from bedside lamps illuminating the space. Ariana stands near the foot of the bed, fidgeting with the hem of her towel, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth.

Her eyes are wide and trusting, already a little sleepy from our time together in the garden, and it punches me right in the goddamn heart how much she waits for me to guide her.

No fear. No hesitation. Just pure, complete trust.

I clear my throat, taking a steadying breath to calm my rising dick from the mere sight of her. “All right, rainbow. Let’s get you ready for bed.”

I move to the dresser, pulling open the top drawer where I’ve already stashed a few things for her. I lift out a pale pink nightie that matches her hair. Soft. Sweet. Innocent. Perfect. Just like her. Then I grab a pair of white cotton briefs that will come up to her belly button with scalloped trim and a tiny pink bow. Cute as fuck and Little. So damn Little.

My throat feels tight as I run my thumb over the bow unintentionally before turning back to her. This feels like a special moment. A defining moment.

“Come here, baby.”

She pads over shyly, her bare feet silent on the thick carpet, her cheeks already rosy. I hold the panties out first, crouching to help her step into them. She lifts one foot, then the other, silent and obedient, bracing her delicate hands on my shoulders for balance.

Jesus Christ.

Her hands on me, her trust sinking into my skin, is enough to make both my heart and dick squeeze painfully.

I pull the panties up slowly, running my fingers up her milky thighs and round ass.

“Arms up.”

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