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I growl at her.

She screams, grabs Sammi and Robyn’s hands, and bolts as fast as her platform shoes will allow. Laughing, I follow. Howls rise from all corners of the maze and I join in, breaking down into more laughter when squeals and screams answer the howling.

It doesn’t take me long to catch up to my little girl. Whether they’ve forgotten the secret of the maze or gotten turned around or don’t care if they’re caught, Emmy, Sammi, and Robyn have turned right into another dead end. They’re staring at the box corner like the hedge is going to magically part like the maze in Harry Potter and let them escape.

“Little girl,” I growl.

Emily jumps and squeaks adorably. Sammi and Robyn clutch at her arms like that will somehow save her from her wolfy-daddy. Sammi’s the first to run out of luck as his daddy lopes past me. Jack bulldozes his twink into his arm and over his shoulder. Sammi squeals nearly as high as Emily and beats on his daddy’s back as Jack carries him off.

I herd Emily and Robyn back against the hedge, holding my arms wide to prevent them from bolting past me. Each growl draws fresh squeals out of the two littles. They’re hugging each other, shivering and staring at me with wide eyes. Seeing how deep both of them are in the scene thrills the fuck out of me. My pulse pounds in my ears and sweat beads on the back of my neck even though I haven’t done anything strenuous yet. I’m just that fucking excited.

“What do we have here?” Mac’s voice rumbles from behind me. “Looks like we have two little cornered Reds.”

I grin over my shoulder at him and the littles seize the chance to bolt. I catch Emily around her middle and use her momentum to carry her up and over my shoulder. Mac does the same with Robyn and we carry them, shrieking, out of the cul de sac.

We meet up with Jiro, who has Laurel on a leash and is herding Shannie and Cappa in front of him, Robyn’s mommy, Ginger, and Bravo, who has Yumiko over his shoulder in the same squirming-sack-of-potatoes carry I have Emily in. Mac offers Robyn to Ginger but she takes one look at her giggling, wriggling little and asks Mac to carry Robyn into the dungeon. It occurs to me that Ginger might not be able to lift and carry Robyn and I make a mental note to ensure there’s someone to tote Robyn around in scenes in the future, because she’s clearly loving the experience.

Someone over my shoulder is also loving the experience and I give her wiggling bottom the smack it’s asking for as we head down the ramp into the dungeon. Martyn’s gotten there before us, somehow. Maybe there’s more than one entrance? Emmy would go absolutely crazy over a secret passageway. I’ll have to ask Martyn later. He directs us into the second dungeon, and I see as we pass that the first one’s already full with Javier, Fleur, Ry, Tania, Sean, Moon, Luisa, Vic, Warrin and Aggie.

There are a number of play stations in the second dungeon to pick from, but I take Emily to an area near the far wall with six fixed chains. Whenever Niall catches Shaan, he’s going to join me here. After Mac hands Robyn off to Ginger and she leads her giggling babygirl to a spanking bench, I catch Mac’s eye. He nods and heads over.

I set Emily down and cup her shoulders in my hands. “We’re going to have some fun with clothespins, sweetie.” Her enthusiastic grin pitches my blood even higher. “I’d like Mac to be part of our scene. He’d only be setting clothespins and cropping or flogging them off your back and arms, from waist up. He won’t touch your breasts or below your waist. Are you okay with that?”

“Yes, Daddy, but it’s okay if he touches my breasts if you’re okay with it. Master Mac’s not interested in me that way.”

I rummage in my soul for a moment. I trust Mac with my life, with Emily’s life. But my gut revolts at the idea of him touching her in any way that’s sexual.

“Thank you, baby doll, but I’m not okay with him touching your breasts. Those belong to me.”

Her grin widens. “Okay, Daddy.”

“If anything gets to be too much, or you feel you’re getting too close to an orgasm, I want to hear ‘yellow’ loud and clear.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Take off your gorgeous dress,” I tell her as I pull off my own shirt. “I don’t want it to get ruined. Leave your knickers and thigh highs on but shoes off.”

“Yes, Daddy.” At my nod, she begins stripping, sweetly asking for my help with the complex lacing in the back of her dress. Once we’ve got her out of the dress, she moves away to fold her clothes and set them in a chair.

I turn to Mac but before I can say anything, he puts a hand on my shoulder. “Thank you for including me, son. Would your feelings be hurt if I went and played with Harry instead?”

I feel a small sting at the rejection but shrug it off. “No, of course not. Tonight’s supposed to be fun for everyone.”

“Thanks. I will play with you in the future, when I have someone of my own to play with. Seeing you with Emily is a joy, but it also hurts a little. Can you understand?”

I grip his wrist. “Fuck, of course, Mac. I’m sorry. I didn’t think.”

He shakes his head, absolving me. “Absolutely not your fault. This is your weekend. You can work on fixing me another time.”

He pats my shoulder before turning away to find Harry.

“Daddy?” Emily’s soft voice brings me back to where I should be. I turn, catch her mostly-naked body up in my arms, and kiss her.

“ILY, my baby.”

“ILY, too, Daddy. Master Mac’s sad, isn’t he?”

“He is, sweetheart. But he doesn’t want to dampen

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