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“You’re amazing,” he whispered, looking up at her, then he dived down between her legs again, kissing and licking her until her movements became jerky and fluttery. He pulled back slightly, making sure she wasn’t being pushed too hard while she was still healing, then he kissed her again, coaxing her into a long series of beautifully slow and luxurious orgasms, one for each time he’d come inside her.
“I could keep doing that all night,” he told her, “but we’d better get you back on that couch, resting up.”
“Daddy,” she whispered, “I don’t ever want it to stop.”
“It won’t,” he told her. “That’s Daddy’s orders.”
CHAPTER 17
Mabel sat on the tree stump outside her new home, doing something she thought she’d never do again. She was whittling. And she wasn’t whittling any old thing. She was whittling a puppet of a queen. Beside her, Rip was whittling a puppet of a king.
“Don’t push yourself too hard,” said Rip. “The stitches have only been off for a day.”
“I know, but I’m not in any pain. And the gloves make me feel safe, Daddy.”
Rip looked down at her handiwork and chuckled. “That queen looks a lot like you.”
“Her mouth has come out a bit crooked.”
“That’s what yours is like when you’re angry,” joked Rip, pulling a funny face at her.
“You’rethe one with a scary angry face, Daddy,” she said, pulling a silly face back.
She continued to whittle now, with Rip at her side. It felt so peaceful and so good working with him. A few weeks ago, if anyone had told her she’d have had a business partner, she’d have scoffed at them. Told them she’d never work for anyone but herself. But with Rip, it just worked.
It helped that he’d been caring for her so well this week. Cooking for her, indulging her and helping her relax. Not just with cartoons and plenty of time in Little Space, but with sexy times too. He’d made her come at least three times a day every day since she’d got out of hospital. She was so happy she was practically purring — but there was one thing they hadn’t done yet. One thing she was desperate to do.
She cleared her breath.
“Daddy,” she said. “I was thinking. Now that my stitches are out, maybe you could fuck me—”
“That’s a very naughty word, young lady,” said Rip, looking at her sternly.
“Uh oh,” she said, biting her lip. “Are you going to sp—”
Just then, she was interrupted by her cell phone ringing.
“Rochelle,” she said as she answered. “How are you doing?”
This was the second time her sister had called her in two days. She was trying to make amends, groveling a little.
“I’m good,” she said. “Fabian’s in rehab. We’re separated for now, but I’ll see how it goes. He’s been going through a rocky patch. Stopped taking his medication. I think he sees how foolish he’s been now. He’s determined to change.”
Mabel swallowed. “And how’s Ada taking it?”
“She’s doing well. Actually, she’s right here, if you want a word with her?”
Mabel’s eyes widened. “I do!”
“Hello?” said a little voice. “Auntie Mabel?”
It had been so long since she’d heard her niece’s cute voice. Her heart filled with happiness. Giving life to Ada was one of the best things she ever did. She didn’t feel like Ada’s mom. Not even close to it. But she felt like family. And it was good to have her family talking to her again.
“Hello, sweetie,” said Mabel. “What’s up?”
“I’m making cookies with Mommy,” said Ada.
“Yum!” said Mabel. “Make sure Mommy lets you put in lots of chocolate chips. Okay? They’re no good with only a couple in there.”
