A loud shriek draws my attention to my right, where Lanie and Josie are climbing on an elaborate swingset that looks like a giant castle while Uncle Axel watches them with an eagle eye. I hesitate, looking back at Daddy for reassurance.
Grinning down at me, he nudges me forward. “Go on, little one. Go play.”
I take a tentative step down the front stairs, and then another. And before I know it, I’m running across the yard, straight toward my friends.
And even though my bottom still stings and the taste of soap lingers on my tongue, I’ve never felt more free.
CHAPTER 20
COLT
Watching my little firecracker flourish in her new home is a pleasure I know I’ll never tire of. For two weeks now, I’ve witnessed her stepping more and more out of her comfort zone, pushing limits and testing boundaries every chance she gets.
Of course, my siblings and I are always nearby to reinforce those same boundaries with plenty of well-earned punishments. Just yesterday she and the other Littles all got themselves in serious hot water with their Uncle Dane for scaring him while he was out chopping wood. Considering he nearly swung the ax he was holding at Lanie’s head, I’d say the paddling they all got from him wasverywell-deserved, indeed.
Today, however, Tabby seems perfectly happy keeping me company in my office while I spend a few hours checking to make sure our company is running as smoothly as it can in my absence. She’s in the large wooden playpen Axel built just for her. The giant dinosaur we purchased in Vegas is serving as a couch of sorts, with her laying stretched out on his back, sucking at a pacifier and reading one of the books from Bram’s library.
Just the sight of her makes my chest—and my cock—ache. Unfortunately for me, I have a meeting in less than two minutes, which isn’t nearly enough time to relieve myself in my Little girl’s pussy the way I want.
Then again, there areotherways to get the relief I’m craving.
Pushing back from my desk, I stride over to the play pen and open the gate. An enterprising Little girl could easily figure out how to open it from her side of the “fence”, but Tabby has been told in no uncertain terms what will happen if she does that.
I’m hoping she tries it at least once.
But for now, I have other things planned for my sweet babygirl. She looks up as I approach, her smile not at all dimmed by the pacifier in her mouth. A soft squeak escapes her as I scoop her up and carry her back to my desk.
Setting her on her knees in front of my chair, I hold out my hand. “Give Daddy your pacifier, please.”
Her bottom lip puffs out in a pout, but she does as she’s told, spitting the paci out into my palm. “Am I in trouble?”
“No, baby.” Taking my seat again, I glance at the clock with a slight grimace. Everyone knows I despise tardiness, but Iamthe boss, so they’ll all survive me being a couple minutes late.
Reaching for my belt buckle, I flip it open, tugging the tail free as my Little girl watches on, her eyes wide. “Daddy wants to feel your sweet mouth on his cock, but I have an important meeting. So you’re going to have to be very, very quiet. Understood?”
Eyes still wide with surprise, she nods. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. If you do a very good job and make Daddy come before the meeting is over, you can have a reward.”
Her expression lights up at the promise of a reward and she bobs her head excitedly. I free my cock from my pants and grip one of her pigtails, tugging her forward so she can take me in her mouth.
“Fuck, babygirl,” I groan as she practically swallows me whole. “Just like that. What a good little baby you are.”
Letting my left hand rest on her head as she bobs up and down on my cock, I reach for my mouse to join the meeting. A dozen expectant faces greet me when I log in, and I manage what I hope is a normal-looking smile.
“Good afternoon, everyone. I hope you’re all doing well.”
While my team returns the greeting, I have to swallow an oath thanks to my babygirl’s wicked tongue. She’s using it to tease the sensitive underside of my cock, and it’s all I can do not to groan out loud.
Once the small talk is finished, my second-in-command launches into a detailed breakdown of last quarter’s numbers. Sheila is, thankfully, brilliant and more than capable than running this meeting on her own. Which is lucky for me, because I’m far too invested in the feel of my Little girl’s mouth to concentrate on what my CFO is saying.
“Colt?”
Fuck. I must have tuned out more than I realized. “Sorry, the audio must have cut out. What was the question?”
If Sheila suspects anything, she doesn’t so much as blink as she repeats the question about the contract we currently have with the company that maintains our logging trucks. I focus as much as I’m able on the numbers in front of me while Tabby continues sucking my cock like she’s trying to win a fucking prize.
Which, in a way, I suppose she is.
