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“Sit down.” He gestured to the couch before returning to the bedroom and coming back with Ziggy and a blanket which he tucked tightly around her.
“Do you think Ian and Jack are all right?” she asked worriedly.
He crouched in front of her. “They’re two grown men who are trained to protect themselves and others. They are fine, I promise. I’m going to order us some dinner and then we’re going to do a bit of shopping.”
“Shopping?”
“Yep.” He got on the phone and, without asking her preference, ordered her dinner.
She’d expected to feel annoyed at that. But it was a relief not to have to think.
Then he settled in next to her with his laptop and brought up a website that was dedicated to things for big Little boys and girls.
“Ahh, here are the onesies.”
“You don’t have to buy me anything, Papa.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I’ll do what I feel is best when it comes to your care. Besides, these are just as much for me as you.”
Into the shopping cart went three onesies. One with an elephant on the front. Another in a pale gray with frills. And a third with black and white stripes.
They were pretty much what she’d pick for herself. Except, maybe, for the frills.
She didn’t know why she needed three. Escana had some great shops for Littles, she’d spotted a few during her trips out.
But was she going back to Escana?
“You’re thinking too much. Usually, I might have you suck on my cock while on your knees as I work to get your focus back. But since I said this wasn’t going past kissing tonight, I’m going to have to try something else.”
She squirmed at the imagery his words conjured up.
He raised an eyebrow. “Someone likes the idea of sucking my cock.”
Uh, yeah.
“Even if you wouldn’t get to come? Even if I made you sit there while my attention was on other things like watching television or reading a book?”
Oh God.
Did he know what he was doing to her?
“Interesting. It’s like you were made for me.”
She was thinking the same thing.
“Couldn’t we do that, Papa?”
“Not tonight. I’ve told you that. I don’t want that cluttering up your mind. You need to decide if me taking full control is something you can handle. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
“I have my safeword.”
“My final word is no. And no pouting,” he warned.
Darn it.
“Do you think you’d be comfortable kneeling with your ribs?”
“They’re not really sore anymore.”
