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Rio repeated, “Spread your legs.”

Amber slowly moved her thighs apart as she watched him stand close. His gaze focused completely on her nude body.

“Touch yourself, Ella. Make yourself come.”

“You’re… You’re going to watch?” she stammered.

“You have my full attention, Little girl.”

His words repeated in her mind.“You need my attention, don’t you, Ella? Little girls always sleep better when their bodies are happy.”

Her face heated and Amber knew she had turned a variety of shades of red and pink. She couldn’t prevent the gush of arousal that coated her inner thighs with slick juices. He could see everything. Slowly, she glided one hand over her stomach and down to the silky hair guarding her pussy. Pulling slightly on the strands, Amber loved the slight taste of pain that distracted her.

Lowering her fingers, she stroked over her delicate folds, seeking those sensitive places that always tingled as she touched them. Her fingers were instantly wet. Daringly, she pressed one finger inside.

Walking forward, Rio opened the nightstand drawer and removed a small bottle before resuming his position at the bottom of the bed. Tossing the container on the bed, Rio stroked his hand over the erection tenting the towel around him. Her fingers fluttered against herself at the carnal move.

Unable to look away, she watched him lean against the side of the bed and unfasten the towel around his hips. His hand closed around the root of his cock and pulled hard down to the tip as Amber circled a fingertip around her clit, making her quiver inside. She increased her caresses as he grabbed the lubricant and squeezed some into his palm.

Amber’s breath came faster as her inhibitions vanished. She could only concentrate on the pleasure she gave herself and the display he created for her. The feel of his gaze on her pussy felt almost physical. In her imagination, her touch became his. She plunged two fingers deep and circled her clit simultaneously. With a cry, she climaxed, falling apart before him.

With a shout into the room, Rio poured himself into the towel, He braced himself against the mattress, giving himself a moment to recover as her fingers slowed against her body.

“Very good, Little girl,” he praised her as he moved to pull the covers up to her chin and press a kiss to her forehead.

Suddenly exhausted, Amber turned to her side and closed her eyes. She could hear him move around the room, placing the vial in the nightstand and placing the towel in the hamper. Amber wrapped her arms around herself. She wanted to go to sleep but something was missing.

When he started to get into bed to join her, she whispered, “Daddy, I need my stuffie. Can I go get it?”

“I’ll go get it for you, sweetheart. Is it in your bag in the playroom?”

She nodded against the pillows. He left the room and returned holding a faded, obviously well-loved lime wedge. Amber slid her hand out of the covers to reach for Limey. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I named him Limey.”

“That’s a perfect name. I’m glad you kept him, Little girl,” Rio answered softly as he tucked the covers back around her.

In a few seconds, he had the dim lights turned off . Closing her eyes, she crashed into sleep.

She roused slightly when he slid into bed a couple hours later. His arm wrapped around Amber and Limey to pull them against his warmth. As she nestled close to him, she mumbled, “Night, night, Daddy.”

“Night, Little girl.”

Amber felt his lips press against her temple and she fell back asleep with him wrapped around her—warm, protected, and feeling loved.

CHAPTER15

Waking up the next morning in Rio’s arms felt so right. Amber cuddled against his chest and absorbed the happiness that seemed to come with being near the dynamic man. When his hand smoothed over her back, she pressed a kiss against his chest before looking up at him.

“Good morning, Little girl. Did you have fun last night at the reunion?” he asked with a smile.

“I had an amazing time. Thank you for going with me.”

“Of course. I have always enjoyed your friends. They’re definitely interesting now that they’ve grown up.”

“Everyone at school never could understand why we were friends. We just clicked. Then when we found that book, I figured it was because we were all Littles and Daddies,” Amber suggested.

“That’s a definite possibility. I think you’re all very loyal personalities as well and you truly care about each other.”

“That’s true. I’d love if everyone ended back here together. I didn’t realize how much I missed them. I mean, we talk on video from time to time—but less as time passes.”

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