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She loved that feeling.
“Shh. Shh. Shh,” he murmured to her. “You’re here with me. Sorry about that, Ian.”
“No apology needed. Go take care of our girl.”
Jack carried her up the stairs and into her room. “Do you need to go potty?”
“Urgh, do we have to call it a potty?”
“Yes.”
“Then yes, I gots to go. I don’t need you to stay with me, though,” she told him firmly.
“I’m staying with you. I can’t leave you alone.”
“Jack, no one is going to take me. You are keeping me safe.”
“Got cameras everywhere, but they aren’t enough. I have to be with you.”
“Cameras everywhere?” she asked. “In here?”
“Yes.”
“Jack, that’s crazy.”
“Have to guard you. I can’t let you be taken again.” He set her down in front of the toilet.
Then he crouched and drew off her pajama bottoms and knickers. She could feel herself blushing. Especially, when he stood and helped her sit.
“Jack,” she murmured.
“Just let me? Please.” The please was wrenched out of him. As though he didn’t want to say it, but would do whatever was necessary to get her to agree.
“Okay, Sir Daddy.” She peed quickly and tidied herself up before he could offer to help.
He then washed her hands for her before leading her to the bed. Once she was on her side, he curled around her back, sliding one hand down under her pajama bottoms and knickers so he was cupping her pussy.
He slid a finger slowly between her lower lips. “Is this okay?”
“Y-yes,” she replied. She wasn’t sure she’d sleep this way. But she’d take it. Anything to get him to rest.
“I won’t let anything happen to you again. I swear it.”
“I know, Sir Daddy. I know you won’t.” She patted his arm lightly. “I’m safe, Jack. We’re both safe. Just relax. Let it go.”
He fell quickly asleep, and to her shock, she found herself drifting off too.
55
Maggie woke to waves of pleasure filling her.
She gasped.
“Okay?” Jack asked from behind her. “If it’s not, tell me. I’ll stop. I woke to you wet around my finger and I couldn’t stop myself.”
Oh God. She might be embarrassed by that if she wasn’t so turned on.
“It’s . . . it’s better than okay. Please. I need . . . ”
