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"That was the best I ever had," I informed him, and he grunted as he pulled out of me.

"Roll back over," he grumbled in a primal grunt. "I'm not done with you yet." Finally able to move, I rolled over and looked up at him. He leaned forward and grabbed my breasts, one in each hand, and gave them a squeeze. "I won't punish you any more than I already have, but there's a few things that are going to change around here." Gone was the charming silver tongue of the business man, and I shuddered softly at the very dominant, slightly aggressive Daddy who was still positioned between my legs. "First of all, if you're going to be my Little, you don't get to work. Your job is to be at my beck and call. If I say I want something from you, I get it." I moaned loudly as he squeezed my breasts a little harder. "Meanwhile, I'll take care of you in every way necessary. There's only one more thing I ask from you." He squeezed a little harder, and I moaned again.

"Anything, Daddy," I promised, the torture being too much to bear as this new Daddy leaned forward and smiled at me.

"No more grown up shit for you," he hissed in my ear, sending chills down my spine. "You want to be a Little, you're going to have to act like one at all times. No more games…" I moaned even louder as he squeezed again before releasing me. "Do we have a deal?" I nodded my head at him, eager to satiate his hunger as I saw that his cock was still erect and attentive.

"Yes, Daddy," I agreed, and he climbed back in top of me, readying himself for round two.

CHAPTER TEN

Lance

"Bianca, I'm home," I called out as I opened the door to the apartment. Bianca was in the kitchen, making dinner, when she turned to look at me.

"Welcome home, Daddy," she said as she rushed over to my side to give me a hug.

We had been together for nearly a month now, and Bianca had gone from the unorthodox bratty Little to a proper Little in no time. Gone was the vixen that played with fire, and before me stood a proper Little, submissive, pleasurable, and better behaved. I kept the apartment in order to save time coming back to my perfect Little on the weekdays, but we spent our weekends at the house. Of course, this was only temporary. Bianca's lease would be up in about a year. I looked around at the mess she had made in the kitchen while making dinner.

"What's all this?" I asked as I looked back at Bianca. She smiled when she looked up at me.

"Baked chicken, macaroni and cheese, and salad," she informed me. "I know it's no five star chef's meal, but I made it just for you." I chuckled and shook my head as I removed my shoes at the door.

"Go serve up dinner," I instructed her as I made my way towards the bedroom. "Did you finish all that work I asked you to?" I changed out of my suit and tie as I asked her the question, so I didn't see if she responded with a nor or not.

"I did," she called out from the chicken while she worked. "It's still up on the computer if you want to see it." I nodded as I pulled a fresh T-shirt over my head to go with the sweat pants I had put on.

After seeing how not working was driving Bianca crazy, I agreed to take her on as an official employee, and she worked as my assistant. Everything I needed from business cards to flyers for my employees and everything in between was handled by her. At first, I was afraid that she would hate doing so little, but I quickly learned that she just enjoyed the idea of helping in some form. As I examined the flyers she made for the new properties, I smiled at her handy work.

"These look really good," I called out as I looked at each item individually. "These are going to look great at the open houses this weekend." Once I had seen them all, I made my way back out to the kitchen, where Bianca had served up dinner. She smiled at me as she held up the plates.

"Dinner is ready," she stated proudly as she put the plates down on the table. "I hope you like it." As soon as we sat down at the table with the food, we immediately started eating.

The chicken was dry, and the pasta was a bit undercooked, making it next to impossible to eat. I was going to say something, but Bianca looked so proud of her work, so I resolved to eat the salad and claim I was full. As soon as the salad was gone, I leaned back in my chair and gave a satisfied smile.

"Thank you for dinner, Little One," I said as I looked over at Bianca. "It was delicious." She frowned a little at me as she looked up from her plate.

"You really liked it?" she asked, and her eyes landed on my plate of food. "Because you didn't eat much." I winced as I shook my head reassuringly at her.

"Oh, I wasn't very hungry," I informed her. "Someone brought pizza to the office, and I had a couple slices." She didn't look like she believed me, but she no longer looked hurt by the fact that I wasn't eating her dinner.

"Can I make a request?" she asked as she gave me a gentle smile. When I didn't respond, she continued. "I want to take a cooking class." I choked on my water and looked at her.

"Why would you want to do that?" I asked, and she rubbed the back of her neck.

"Because I suck at cooking," she admitted as she pushed her plate away from her. "I did everything I could, yet I can't even make a simple meal." She covered her face with her hands, a look of disappointment burned away by the blush that confused her. I felt bad for her and realized that all she wanted to do was help. After considering this, I got up and wrapped my arms around her in a hug.

"Tell you what," I reassured her with a smile. "Since I'm off on the weekends, how about I teach you to cook on my days off? That way you get to learn to cook, and we're not spending money on expensive classes." She uncovered her face and stared at me.

"You would be willing to do that for me?" she asked, her voice hopeful and happy. "You don't mind?" I chuckled at her.

"Of course not," I reassured her. "I've been trying to think of new things to do with you on the weekend." She leaped up from the chair and threw her arms around me.

"I would love that!" she exclaimed as she hugged me. "Thank you, Daddy!" Rather suddenly, she stopped and looked around at the mess in the kitchen. "What are we going to do about dinner?" I thought for a moment as I looked around.

"How about I order some take out while you clean all this up?" I asked. "Also, I'm going to look into an Auntie to help you with the apartment throughout the week while I'm at work. That way you have someone to spend time with." She smiled and nodded.

"That sounds like a great idea," she agreed as she went back over to the kitchen. "I have been a bit lonely while you're at work." I chuckled and went to retrieve my phone.

"If you hurry up with the kitchen, I'll watch a movie with you while we eat dinner before bed," I offered, and she agreed.

"I would love that," she told me. "Can we get Chinese takeout? I like the sugar donuts from that place over by the office." Thinking about it, I shrugged.

"Why not?" I agreed. "I could go for some orange chicken."