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“If you like, I can take you in my mouth again, Daddy,” she said, as gently as possible so she knew it was an offer from a sub to her Master, not an attempt at pushing her boundaries. She’d already tried that tonight, and he’d shown her almost instantly how much better it was to be forced to submit.
“That sounds very tempting indeed,” he told her. “But actually, I think this is going to be a recurring problem. We’re just going to have to learn some restraint.”
Mabel nodded. Restraint. That sounded like a good idea. Especially when they had to work together in the morning. Restraint was the most sensible thing all round.
CHAPTER 12
A chastity belt.
Mabel thought they were just some historical thing. Things that Victorian ladies used to be forced to wear by their suitors, saving them for their wedding nights.
But oh no.
Rip was full of surprises, and this morning he’d had yet another one in store for her.
“Can’t have a repeat of what happened yesterday,” he told her. “Not having you running off to touch yourself every five minutes. This’ll make sure you behave yourself while Daddy’s busy working.”
Mabel was meant to be working too. But walking around the movie set with this tight black belt under her clothes was proving… distracting. See, the problem with chastity belts was that they made you want to be anythingbutchaste. The tight leather thong around her waist, the leather cupping her groin, pressing tight against her pussy, gently chafing her labia. And then there was the tiny metal padlock at the front, swinging back and forth every time she moved, sending vibrations through her that made her weak at the knees.
She wondered where Rip had gotten hold of all this stuff. A gun-shaped dildo. A camo-colored butt plug. A chastity belt. She’d asked him, but he’d simply replied that he was a collector. Historical artifacts, military memorabilia. She had been so sure, when they’d first met, that she’d gotten the measure of him straight away. She couldn’t have been more wrong. He was a deep well with hidden depths.
“You sure you’re feeling better today, Mabel?” Gloria asked, catching her fidgeting yet again.
“Uh-huh,” Mabel said, gritting her teeth. “I’m just fine.”
Except for the leather strap that’s wedged between my pussy lips.
“Okay, good,” said Gloria. “If Dr. Tammy didn’t flag anything up at the surgery, then I’m sure you’re okay. You just seem a little… off.”
“I’m just tired,” Mabel said, which was the truth. Trying to sleep next to Rip and his hard-on last night had been tricky to say the least. It had been wonderful lying in bed next to him, but what was wonderful wasn’t always the same as what was good for you.
“Hmm,” said Gloria. “Rip looks exhausted too. Let’s hope you’re notbothcoming down with something.”
Jeez, what was Gloria’s problem? The woman was a total hypochondriac. Still, all this talk of illness was helping to keep everyone distracted from the fact that she was sleeping with the enemy.
As Rip marched up and down in front of the Littles, teaching them how to twirl their pistols around their trigger fingers, Mabel thought back to last night. All those times he’d come inside her. That vibrating gun. His tongue lapping her up like she was a saucer of milk.
Ripwasn’tthe enemy. The issue with Rip, in fact, was that he was in many ways the male version of her. He was strong, brave, resilient. The reason that she was so drawn to him, she reasoned, was that she’d finally met her match. And in doing so, she had been brought to her knees.
And the way her pussy had spoken to her yesterday had assured her that it was no bad thing.
To be dominated.
Mastered.
Less than twenty-four hours into having a Daddy, Mabel had found herself to be an age play addict. Rip had been right that there was no such thing as a Little and a Domme. Part of being Little involved a desire to give in to the softness within. To let yourself be small and raw and nurtured, like a tiny seed. But that didn’t mean that seeds weren’t powerful. That they couldn’t grow.
And Mabel was growing every day. Rip was giving her everything she needed to ensure it.
“Rip Steele!” called Gloria, noticing something on her clipboard. “You’re needed for one of the stunts. Falling down from the gallery in the bar.”
Rip looked over at Gloria, and stole a glance at Mabel. She tried to communicate with her eyes that she was full of lust for him. Hmm. It was hard to get that expression right. She probably just looked like she was desperate for the bathroom.
The Littles started to pout and complain. “Aw, we were having fun! We wanna be champion gunslingers! Can we keep practicing with the pistols, Rip? Can we? Can we?”
“Not a chance,” said Rip. “You Littles are all the same. You need to learn some restraint.”
Rip cast a quick glance over at Mabel. Was that a wink? Did he wink at her?
