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That sounded right.
Suddenly his hand landed with a smack! She jumped with a cry. Ouch!
“That hurts, Daddy!”
“It’s meant to, little girl.”
Smack! Smack!
His hand landed several times. He stopped a couple of times to check in with her. But she didn’t feel the need to stop him. In fact, the spanking almost gave her a sense of release. Tears slid down her face as her sobs filled the room.
“That’s it, baby. Come here. Let it all out.” He drew her into his arms, resting her against his chest. She leaned into him until she realized that he was taking most of her weight.
She tried to pull back, but he tightened his hold on her.
“S-sorry, Daddy,” she told him.
“All is forgiven. Are you all right, baby?” He ran his hand over her head.
She nodded. “Am I leaning on you too much?”
“Stop worrying about Daddy. I can look after myself. And you, too.”
“I didn’t mean to be naughty.”
“All Littles are naughty at some stage,” he told her.
“So you still . . . you still want me?”
He tightened his hold before stepping back and grasping hold of her chin to tilt her head back.
“Of course I do. I want you, all of you. Your smiles. Your laughter. Your sassiness. Your naughtiness. Your loyalty. Every bit of you is mine, Alice. Understand me? I am never going to push you away again. And I won’t allow anything to come between us.”
She sniffled. “Really?”
“Really. I love you, Alice Madison. You’re my whole fucking world.”
Those words settled around her, their weight making her feel safe, cared for, loved. And she wrapped her arms around him again.
“I love you so much, Anson. I didn’t expect to ever find someone like you. You’re perfect. Protective and caring. But not mean or a jerk.”
“If I ever am, you have my permission to kick my ass.”
She giggled at the thought.
“I will love you forever, Alice,” he told her. “Always and forever.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Alice stared at the Christmas tree.
It still didn’t have any decorations on it and there were only three days until Christmas now. The lights should really go up first. And she knew why they hadn’t. Because it was a big tree and would need someone to go on a ladder to reach the top.
Which Anson couldn’t do.
But she could.
“What are you doing, baby?” he asked, coming up behind her and kissing her neck.
