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“Mmmm,” Mabel moaned. “That feels good. I want to know it feels like to have you. All of you. As a Dom… And a Daddy, too.”
Rip swallowed. “I want that too, babygirl,” he said, sliding his cock gently back and forth between her thighs. He could feel her soft pussy lips behind the thin fabric of her panties. So close, and yet so far.
He had to pull himself together. For her sake, as well as his.
“I tell you what, Mabel,” he said, pressing her lightly on the end of her cute button nose. “It seems to me we have a choice here. We could fuck right now, to get it out of our systems, and hope that puts an end to things. No need for you to get trapped in Daddy prison.”
Mabel pouted, and he found himself pushing the thick tip of his forefinger between her lips. She sucked on it gratefully, instantly pacified.
Oh, if only my finger was my cock…
“Or…” he said. “We could play for a while. We had fun acting the other day. Maybe we could act, for the duration of the movie? Act like Daddy and Little, both knowing it’s just a bit of fun. Definitely not a prison. More like a bounce house, for as long as we want it.” To demonstrate his little joke further, he bounced her gently on his knee, being careful not to hurt her bottom. The motion of bouncing her with his cock between her thighs was intense. He felt more precum seep out, and he gritted his teeth.
Mabel opened her mouth, and his finger slipped out. “Wait,” she said. “But if you’re my pretend Daddy, does that mean we get to, you know, do it too?”
“Sure we do,” Rip said. “If that’s what you want, then it’s a Daddy’s job to provide. Isn’t that right, sugarplum?”
“That’s right,” said Mabel, reaching down between her thighs and grasping his cock through his pants.
It took all of his might to do this, but he pulled away. “Uh-uh,” he said firmly, trying to push his manhood back down into a discreet position and buttoning up his pants. “I’m sorry if I’ve been a bit naughty today. Letting you feel Daddy’s cock before you’re ready. But we need to make a contract. And we’re going to have to do all this in secret, sweetheart. We can’t have anyone on set knowing about this. The Littles need to trust you. If they find out we’re together, then—”
“I get it,” said Mabel. “A secret pretend Daddy and Little relationship, it’s really very simple.” She batter her lashes. Her eyes were shining, no longer with tears, but with joy.
“Good,” said Rip, standing up, hoping his still-raging erection didn’t look too obvious. “Then let’s head back. We have to work on this movie first thing tomorrow. After that, we make a contract.”
“Alright, Daddy,” said Mabel, clearly enjoying calling him by that name for the first time.
And he couldn’t deny, it felt good to him, too.
CHAPTER 9
Mabel was trying to work, but her brain was on other things. More specifically, herpussywas on other things. More specifically still, all she could think about was Rip Steele’s great big…steel rod.
It had felt so good between her legs. So firm and warm and keen. And she had been so ready for him.Soready. In spite of the pain of the spanking — or maybe evenbecauseof it — she had been dripping wet as his cock pushed up between her thighs. She’d never had a dick that close to her pussy. How would it have felt if Rip had just slipped it slowly, irresistibly into her? Holy fuck…
Mmmm.
Twice so far today she had escaped to the bathroom to touch herself while re-living the memory.
She had never felt so turned on, and yet solooked after, at the same time. Was that what having a Daddy was all about? Someone to make you feel like a sex kitten and a cute little kitty both in the same day?
Miaow.
Argh, she had to focus. The good news was that her presence was no longer that important on the movie set. The Littles were much braver with Brandon Marshall around, as the psychologist, Sharon, had predicted. Two of them had dared to hold the guns that Rip placed in their hands.
She might have been imagining it, but Rip seemed to be taking a slightly gentler approach today. It was as though someone had taken some sandpaper and rubbed away some of his rough edges. Maybe it was because Brandon Marshall was here. He was the reason that Rip gave the Littles positive reinforcement when they did something good. Criticized them less when they made mistakes. Tapped his gun diagram less often and with less vigor than before.
Or maybeshewas the sandpaper. Maybe she had made him a little smoother and less prickly.
She definitely wasn’t imagining it, after all. As the Littles pretended to shoot the weapons, she and Rip shot each other looks. Looks that could have set the place on fire. Looks that lusted. Looks that leered. Looks that didn’t just mentally undress one another — they took each other’s clothes off, plunged deep into each other’s bodies, and climaxed over and over again, all in the blink of an eye.
“Mabel?” Gloria waved a hand in front of Mabel’s face. “Mabel, are you with us? Are you alright, honey? Did you get sick on that camping trip? If you feel like you’re coming down with something, you should probably take the afternoon off. Don’t want the cast and crew coming down with anything when we have so much to get through.”
Mabel smiled, a guilty look on her face. “No. Nope. Nothing wrong with me.”
Just, er, Wet Panty Disease. If you know what I mean.
Rip, who was in the middle of talking to someone else, whipped his head around, looking at her, full of concern. “You okay, Mabel?”
