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can work with Emily on this, but it’s not now.

“I think the girl was very brave to tell her teacher and the others.” I kiss the top of her head even though my back is beginning to complain about this hunched-over position. “That must have been scary. The girl was a very good girl for telling the truth. Did the Monster Ms do other things to the girl that hurt her?”

I need to know if there are any other landmines left over from the bullying before I find myself sitting on the bathroom floor with a hyperventilating sub again.

Emily swallows and nods. “They spread bad rumors about her. They stole her gym shirt and passed it around in class so everyone could laugh at how it smelled. They stole her tampons from her locker and pointed it out to all the boys when she bled through her jeans.”

Each word sinks in my stomach like a stone. I understand finally why Emily finds her body disgusting. I want to kill the girls who did this to her, even though I know expulsion must have been a major punishment. It’s not enough.

“That must have been terrifying. The girl was very, very brave. Her daddy thinks so. Do you think so?”

“Kinda.”

She doesn’t. Another thing to work on. I’ve found out a great deal about Emily in a short time; she must be feeling very vulnerable. Time to bring the questioning to a close, but there’s one more thing I need to know. “Emmy, did the girl cut herself to cope with the bullying?”

Emily grinds her face into my thigh so hard I have to grit my teeth to keep from grunting at the pain.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Okay, baby, okay. All done now. You’ve been a very good girl to share so much. Look at me.” I wait until she lifts her head and stroke her cheeks, wiping away the tears. “I understand what happened in the bathroom. It’s all over. All forgiven and behind us. We’re going to add soaping and facial immersion to your hard limits and we’ll be careful with deep-throating and breath play—”

“But I like deep-throating,” she protests, blinking up at me. “I only didn’t like it today because the condom tasted gross and made me feel sick to my stomach.”

“Did you—did the girl vomit sometimes when her head was flushed?”

Emily nods miserably.

No wonder she lost it. This was a perfect storm of triggers.

“We’re not stopping, sweetheart. I’m not making it a hard or soft limit. We’ll just be careful.”

Her arms tighten around my hips. “All during class I was thinking about how I was going to demonstrate on you later. I’m not bad at it, Daddy. I mean, I’ve been told I’m not bad at it and I thought it would make you happy and maybe you’d give me your gift again. But then it all went to, um, heck, and I couldn’t stop the dominoes.”

I rub my thumb over her plush bottom lip and, when she opens, give her my thumb to suck. It’s fine if she goes into littlespace now. We’re done with the emotional surgery for the night.

“I absolutely want that demonstration.” I cup my hand around the back of her neck and draw her to me so I can touch her forehead with mine, even though my back screams bloody murder. “But we’re going to save it for later. I have other plans for tonight. I will come in your mouth again, sweetheart, but not tonight. That’s not a reflection on you. Okay?”

“Yeth, Daddy,” she mumbles around my thumb.

When I release her and straighten to ease my back, she blinks up at me with such adoration it winds me. I bask in it for a long minute. This isn’t the first time I’ve gotten a sub over a major emotional hurdle and received an adoring glance. But this is more. Much, much more. Emily’s so emotionally honest, and there’s a depth to the connection growing between us I haven’t felt before. I know it’s much too soon to be slapping labels on what either of us is feeling. I know that sub-frenzy is a thing; it might be my dominance Emily’s falling for rather than me. But this feels like more.

It feels weighty, deep, and substantial.

I’m not going to name this feeling now or make Emily try to articulate it. There’s no reason to push. I’ll just treasure it: tucking away this moment of pure connection and congratulating myself on what feels like a huge leap across the minefield.

Emily smiles shyly around my thumb. Although her emotional shutters don’t come down, the intensity of the moment lightens.

“First impression of Knee Time?”

“Hard,” she mumbles. “But good.”

My feelings exactly.

“It won’t always be this intense but we’re going to do it regularly. We’ll start with every third night while we’re on the cruise and re-evaluate when we get home. I want to add it to our contract, too.”

“Okay.”

“Good girl. Go wash your face. I’m going to set up the movie and we’re just going to relax until bedtime.”

She grins and releases my thumb with a little kiss before trotting off to the bathroom.

* * *

I clap my hand over Emily’s mouth and growl into her ear. “Scream all you want, Princess. You’re my captive and I’m going take what I want, savvy?”

I feel Emily giggle against my palm. I poke her in the ribs.

“I take back what I said about you going so deeply into character during a scene, little girl.”

That gets me a peal of giggles. “I can’t be serious when you talk like a pirate.”

“Captain Daddy demands respect, you scallywag, or he’ll make you walk the plank. Or at least suck it.”

Hysterical giggles. I’m about to abandon any attempt at a scene and just pounce on Emily and fuck her senseless because I’ve hit sexy-cute overload looking at her in the ruffled nightgown and white stockings as she sprawls across the bed. My lack of self-control would probably lose me my Dom card in Niall’s

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