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out of order tonight, because it feels so good it almost sends me into subspace.

“This hair,” he says warmly as he brushes. “I love these curls. I love the contrast against your pale skin. Gorgeous.”

“It could look even better with a pink streak,” I say. “Pink’s my daddy’s favorite color.”

He chuckles. This is a long-running joke between us. He winds a curl around his finger, tugs playfully and kisses the skein of hair before he releases it to bounce against my shoulder.

“No coloring it. No cutting it. I want it down to your ankles.”

“That would need a lot of brushing.”

“Yes, it would,” he agrees. “But I’d be up for it. Brushing my submissive’s hair was one of my favorite forms of aftercare when I was training in Thailand. Some of the girls at Jasmin House had hair past their asses. I loved brushing it.”

Daddy usually fucks me for aftercare, and although I really like having my hair brushed, I’d be devastated if he stopped having sex with me after a scene. I can’t imagine any subbie wanting her hair brushed instead of Daddy’s wolfy fucking.

“You didn’t have sex with them after?”

“Nope.” He turns me on his lap to work on my bangs. “Most of the girls were sex workers and they seemed to find personal service more relaxing than intercourse.”

That makes sense. “I didn’t realize.”

“Um-hum. Jasmin House is a brothel. Kinky brothel. Not all of the girls offered sexual services, but most of them did.”

“Did you have sex with all of them?” I ask, although I’m pretty sure I already know the answer.

“I did. Part of my training was learning to work with a variety of submissives, but I also genuinely liked all of them and would have asked to have sex with them even if I hadn’t been learning to top them.” Daddy slides his finger under my chin and tips my face up so he’s looking into my eyes. “Is this a problem?”

“No, Daddy.” Given that he’s had over five hundred partners, I figured that some of them were probably sex workers. “What was it like?”

“It was good sex. Some of it was very good sex.” He pinches my chin and holds my eyes. “None of it was close to what I have with you. Do you understand that?”

Dawn breaks inside my chest and I can’t keep a stupid grin from spreading across my face. “I do now.”

“Cheeky monkey. You’re my missing piece, little girl.” He kisses me and looks at me closely. “I know you were jealous of Miranda getting to spend time with me today, but her little bullshit when you got back from shopping, it didn’t upset you, did it?”

“No. Promise. I know you wouldn’t let anything happen. She was just being horrible.”

He leans in to rub noses with me. “That she was. She was pretty horrible to me, too. She kept denying it, but everything she did boils down to her wanting a baby more than she cared about me.”

I cup his face in my hands. “That is horrible. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

He curls his hands around mine and kisses my knuckles. “Swear something to me, little love. Swear that you won’t stop talking to me. You won’t stop telling me what you want and need. Even if it’s something other than what I’m giving you. Just don’t shut me out.”

“I promise.”

“Thank you, good girl. I promise you the same thing.” He sighs, his warm breath whispering across my fingers. “There’s something I want to talk about with you. I’m a little worried it’s too soon. But let’s set a date, huh? For our three-month anniversary we’ll go away for the weekend. Maybe Niagara Falls. Have you ever been?”

I shake my head. I’ve lived two and a half hours away most of my adult life, but I’ve never been. It seems silly when I think about it, but I’ve always thought of Niagara as a destination for couples. Ash never wanted to go, and I haven’t been a true couple with anyone else.

“A long weekend in Niagara, then.” He releases my hand and drops his fingers to my collar to trace the platinum chain around my throat. “We’ll talk about the future. About making things official.”

My heart leaps. He’s going to collar me?

“I would love that. So, so much.”

He smiles and leans in to kiss me, slow and sweet and deep.

* * *

Sometimes Logan fucks me, Master claiming his subbie. Sometimes Daddy makes love to his little girl. I love all of Logan’s modes, but, tonight, I want lovemaking. And maybe a little bondage.

Logan intuits this, because he knows me scarily well after only two months. He rolls me beneath him, pulls the straps he has affixed to the bed frame up and wraps the Velcro around my knees to hold my legs wide. I wriggle as much as I’m able against the bonds, looking up at him with my heart in my eyes. I always love it when he restrains me, but somehow it means more when he’s being tender. It blows my soul open.

He settles between my legs, cups my bottom, lifts so my thighs drape across his, and slowly pushes into me. He skims his lips and hands over me all while he moves in me. Lighting up my skin. Weaving patterns of sensation. Binding us tighter together. I shiver and writhe and look up at him, sinking deeper and deeper into the power of his gaze. I feel myself flower in that avid heat. Anything he asks of me, I’ll do. Anything he wants, I’ll give. Whatever he sees, it darkens his eyes and fills his face with primal satisfaction.

“That’s my baby. That’s my sweet girl.”

His deep voice fills me as much as his cock. Warm waves of sensation tickle through me.

“Daddy,” I whimper. “Please.”

“Mmm, you like being spread wide and held down, don’t you, sweetheart?”

I nod fervently, my hair foaming around my face. I shake it back and reach for him. He hasn’t restrained my hands and I

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