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  Lyssa took a few steps before turning to look at him. Her legs felt wobbly, and her entire being still felt like it was vibrating, but she stayed on her feet. “I’ll need another ride, but I think I like it. Will you teach me how to ride?”

  She was not prepared when Theo climbed off before lifting her from the ground and swinging her around. “That’s my girl,” he said with a chuckle. “I knew you’d like it. And while I’ll be happy to teach you how to ride on your own, when you’re with me, I’ll be in the driver’s seat. But it might be a good idea to teach all the old ladies how to ride, just in case.”

  “Old ladies?”

  “The women claimed by bikers are called old ladies. It’s like a marriage, only more.”

  “Oh, okay,” Lyssa said without asking the next question on her mind.

  Apparently, she didn’t have to. Theo tipped her head back and kissed her. “This weekend you are my Little girl, and I am your Daddy. Don’t worry about anything beyond that. Right now, all you need to worry about is what you want for dinner.”

  Chapter Six

  By the time the sun went down Thursday afternoon, Theo had made his decision. He was determined to keep Lyssa as his Little girl, his old lady, and if she agreed, his wife. All he had to do in the next four days was convince her to stay with him.

  After arriving home and dropping her bag in the master suite, he took her on a walk around the compound. She skipped and danced and made him laugh with her antics as she fully embraced her Little side.

  After a dinner of pizza that she claimed was the best she’d ever eaten, she talked him into spending the evening in the yard, pulling weeds and playing in the dirt in the garden Nonna had planted in his back yard that spring. She impressed him with her knowledge of plants, though she claimed she had a black thumb, and killed any plants that came into her life. They were nearly done when saw her yawn.

  “Okay, little bird, time for bed,” he said as he stood and stretched his back before brushing his hands together to knock the dust off them.

  “Not yet,” Lyssa stated, even as she began to yawn again. “I want to finish this section.”

  Theo crossed the yard and pulled her to her feet. Swatting her ass hard three times, he turned her to face him. Tears filled her eyes as he bent, put his shoulder to her middle and straightened with her draped over his shoulder.

  “Daddy, nooooo,” Lyssa protested as she smacked his ass in protest.

  “Keep that up, and you’ll find out what a true punishment feels like,” he said, stopping inside the back door just long enough to toe off the sneakers he put on to garden.

  He grinned when she stopped hitting his ass, but gritted his teeth to keep from groaning with his arousal when her hands slid into the back pockets of his jeans to cup and massage the muscles of his ass instead. By the time they reached the master bedroom, his cock was granite hard, and he was tempted to change the plan of a quick bath and bed to something much more X-rated.

  But Lyssa needed to rest, not have sex all night long, no matter how tempting that thought might be.

  Setting her on her feet by the bed, Theo had to grab her around the middle when she tried to run for the hall door. “No, little bird. The rest of the garden can wait. You’re tired and need a bath before bed. Unless you’d rather have a spanking before your bath, in which case, I’d be happy to oblige.”

  Lyssa stopped struggling. She stepped back, crossed her arms, and frowned up at him as she stomped one foot in frustration. “It would have only taken a few more minutes to finish. By tomorrow, those pesky weeds will be taking over the garden again.”

  Theo had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smirking at her. She had definitely embraced her Little side. “No arguing with Daddy. It’s time for bath and bed. Another word and you’ll be over my knee,” he added when she opened her mouth as if to continue the argument.

  She huffed a sigh before grumping, “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good girl. Now, let’s get you undressed and into the bathtub.”

  Though she had settled nicely into a Little girl headspace during their afternoon and evening together, the next few minutes would be the first real test of her Littleness. Would she allow him to strip and bathe her?

  Brushing her hands away, he took hold of her T-shirt’s hem and pulled it over her head. She gasped but did not move. She sucked a breath when he reached for the front clasp of her bra and opened it, as well. When he pulled it off, she lifted her arms to try and hide her abundant breasts from his view.

  “Arms by your sides,” he ordered. “In this house, Daddy helps his Little girl with her clothes and bath before bed.”

  Kneeling, he lifted her right foot and pulled off her sneaker and sock before dropping that foot and reaching for the other one. The polish on her toenails was a surprise, but he liked that each color was painted a different, bright, sparkly color. Just the kind of whimsy a Little should indulge in. Glancing at her nails, he was surprised they were free of polish.

  Opening her jeans, he pulled them, and the bright pink cotton panties beneath them to her ankles. “Step out, little bird.”

  Lyssa stepped out one foot at a time, then shifted back and forth, obviously embarrassed because she was naked while he was still fully dressed. In the next second, Theo pulled off his shirt and tossed it into the hamper in the corner before reaching for his belt.

  “Stay right there, little bird,” he said when it looked like she was going to make a break for it. Even though all the houses on the compound were fairly secluded from one another, he didn’t want her to be running around outside in the buff.

  Moving across the room, he emptied his pockets and laid his belt on the dresser. He then stripped off his jeans and added them to the dirty clothes that overfilled the hamper. He made a mental note to do laundry in the morning.

  Once he was naked, he returned to the bathroom. Lyssa stared at him as though she had never seen a naked man before.

  * * * *

  He was beautiful. Olive skin stretched over his body in a way that made Lyssa lick her lips to keep from drooling. The sunlight’s last rays streaming in the window teased her with the shadows and highlights of rippling muscle and bone as he simply stood and breathed, allowing her to look her fill. His broad shoulders and chest tapered to a narrow waist, hips, and thighs that showed in no uncertain terms that Theo Santi was all man. She had to fight the overwhelming urge to kneel before him and take his long, thick erection between her lips. She could imagine sucking it like the best pacifier in the world it was.

  Instead, she forced herself to remain still. Slowly, so slowly she lifted her eyes to gaze into his face and not at his crotch. His lips were twitching as if he had a hard time not grinning at her. But it wasn’t just all the skin that had her tongue-tied. It was the long, thick erection that pointed at her like it was a dowsing rod pointing toward water.

  It had been longer than she cared to admit since she had seen a flesh and blood cock, and longer still since she’d had one fill her. She and her ex had stopped having sex several years before the marriage ended, though she couldn’t remember exactly when. Since moving to Texas, she had used her vibrator when her sexual frustration level went too high, but it just wasn’t the same.

  She only prayed that at some point during the weekend, Theo would use that log of a cock on her.

  A loud yawn pulled her from the daydream of riding that thing like a carousel pony. Theo chuckled before saying, “Come on, little bird. Let’s get clean, and then it will be bedtime for a little bird I know.”

  Taking her hand, Theo led her into the master bathroom. Suddenly feeling tired after the long, eventful day, Lyssa stood still and quiet while he turned on the water. As the water flowed, he went to a closet and brought out a stack of towels which he set on the floor next to the tub. Then he went back and returned with a big bag of bathtub toys.

  “Choose three that you want to play with,” he said, handing her the bag with a grin.

  Too tired
to take her time, she just pulled out the first three her hands touched. A pirate duck, a police duck, and a tugboat. Handing the bag back to Theo, she tossed the toys into the tub and watched through bleary eyes as they bobbed around on the rising water.

  “Okay, little bird, time to climb in and get clean,” Theo said.

  She took his hand and held it tight as she stepped into the tub. He did not release her until she was seated in the middle of the tub. After turning off the water, he climbed in and settled behind her. Not sure what was happening, Lyssa leaned forward since she couldn’t move too far away from him.

  Theo grabbed her shoulders and pulled her until she rested back against him. His cock pressed between the cheeks of her ass and against her lower back, making her tense as she waited for whatever he was going to do next.

  “Relax, little bird. Just soak for a few minutes, then we’ll wash up and head for bed,” Theo said softly as he nuzzled her neck, laying kisses from her ear down to where it flared out into her shoulder. “Breathe, Little girl. In, out, in out.”

  It took some work, but between the warm water and the hot man behind and surrounding her, Lyssa slowly relaxed. When Theo picked up a large plastic cup and began pouring water over her, she smiled at the memory of her mother doing something similar when she was a small child.

  After that, their joint bath went quickly. Theo soaped her up and then rinsed her before washing himself, as well. Once they were both clean, she wiggled as he began to run his fingertips over her clean, wet skin. She giggled when he plucked at her erect nipples before gasping when his hands cupped her breasts and gently massaged them.

  All at once, she wasn’t so tired.

  She tried to suck her belly in when he ran his fingers over it. She wished she had been more inclined to exercise, but he’d seen her, so he knew what he was getting.

  “Daddy,” she moaned when fingers spread her labia.

  She lifted her hips, trying to get him to do more than simply stroke a gentle finger over her clit. His fingertip was rough but felt oh so good against the bundle of nerves. She shivered at the heat and want radiating out from the simple touch that sent fire out to every cell in her body. Pressing back into him, it felt as if his erection was growing even bigger as it twitched against her.

  She wanted more. She needed more. But Daddy was in charge, so how could she get him to give her what they both desired?

  “Please, Daddy,” she whimpered, grabbing the wrist of the hand torturing her, and trying to push it where she needed his touch.

  His hand lifted until he no longer touched her body. Then his voice rumbled through his chest and into her back. “Who’s in charge, Little girl?”

  She took a deep breath to try and control the whine she felt building up in her throat. “Daddy’s in charge,” she whispered.

  “Which means who is in charge of you getting the pleasure you want so desperately?”

  “Daddy is.”

  “Do you think Daddy should give you pleasure when you’re being a demanding little bird?”

  Lyssa nodded. “I was a good girl,” she said.

  “Really?” Skepticism was clearly evident in the tone of that one word.

  “Well, I tried to be a good girl,” she said just before she stretched and shimmied with the biggest yawn of the evening. “Please, Daddy?”

  Before she could say anything further, Theo’s hand covered her mound. In the next instant, he slid it down further between her legs, until two fingers slipped into her open, wet pussy. He slid them in and out as his thumb applied pressure to her clit, quickly driving her higher and higher until she tipped over the edge. Crying out, she convulsed in his arms as her orgasm consumed her, setting every nerve ending, every muscle, tendon, and bone to quivering.

  But Theo did not stop there, he continued until she went flying into orgasmic bliss a second and then a third time. After the fourth time she screamed out “Daddy!” as she reached her peak, did he gentle his touch.

  By the time Theo opened the drain to let out slightly the brownish-gray water, Lyssa was too relaxed to do anything except fall asleep. Though the chill air on her wet skin gave her goose bumps and the shivers, she didn’t have the strength to climb out of the tub. She just wanted to curl up and go to sleep.

  She squeaked a small protest when Theo lifted her out and forced her to stand. She leaned against him as he quickly dried them both. She stood and opened her mouth without arguing for him to brush her teeth. She used the toilet while he stepped into the bedroom and pulled on a pair of black boxer briefs. Then, taking her hand in his, he led her to a nearly hidden alcove off the master bedroom. It was a space he had not shown her on their quick tour of the house just before dinner.

  “This is your nursery,” Theo said. He flipped a switch beside the open doorway, turning on twinkly lights that hung around the edge of the room at the ceiling.

  The soft glow illuminated a simple daybed with pine slat walls on three sides. The bed that contrasted nicely with the soft white walls and pine board floors. What looked like a handmade quilt covered the mattress. An oversized wooden rocker sat in the corner near the headboard, and a small stool waited for a naughty Little girl in the corner at the foot of the bed. A simple pine dresser that matched the bed stood sentry next to the open doorway. The low chest painted bright swirling colors reminded Lyssa of the toy box she had as a child.

  She sighed when she saw the bag they had packed at her house. It sat on the dresser, waiting to be emptied. The top was unzipped, and Squish peeked out at her. Though she knew she should put her things away, Lyssa was just too tired. She should have done it when they first arrived, but there had been so many other things to see and explore that unpacking had been put off.

  “We’ll put your things away in the morning. For now, grab your sleepshirt and Squish,” Theo said as if he could read her thoughts.

  “Thank you,” she said softly, hesitating before she added, “Daddy.”

  Crossing the room, she grabbed her hippo friend, and the oversized T-shirt just beneath him. After pulling the nightshirt over her head and smoothing it down her body, she walked to the side of the bed. Theo had pulled the covers back already. She didn’t miss the panties she normally wore to bed.

  Was this another sign of her Littleness taking over?

  Climbing in the bed, she settled down and sighed. The bed was so soft, yet supportive underneath her. She could hardly keep her eyes open as Theo covered her up then brushed a soft kiss on her lips.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered when he pulled away.

  He sat on the bed, his hip next to hers and brushed hair back from her face. A glance at his lap proved that his cock was still fully engorged.

  “What are you sorry for, little bird?”

  “Because you’re putting me to bed here instead of, umm…having…sex.” Her words grew softer and further apart so that by the time she finished, her words were barely audible.

  Then she yawned again and had a hard time opening her eyes to look at her handsome Daddy.

  “No worries, little bird. There will come a time for us to be together that way. For now, you don’t worry about anything except having sweet, happy dreams.”

  “M,’kay,” she murmured before rolling onto her side and snuggling Squish closer to her chest. “Night, Daddy.”

  Chapter Seven

  “Good night, little bird,” Theo said. He brushed one last kiss on her temple before standing.

  After tucking the covers higher around her shoulders so she wouldn’t get a chill, he crossed the alcove and paused in the doorway. His little bird was adorable, even in sleep. Turning off the twinkle lights, he confirmed that the nightlights he had installed earlier came on, giving the room a soft glow. He didn’t want Lyssa to panic if she woke in the middle of the night.

  Forcing himself to leave her, Theo walked through the master bedroom, closing the door once he reached the hallway. Lyssa accepted his assurance that waiting to have sex was fine, but his fully ere
ct cock throbbed with each heartbeat, demanding attention—immediately, if not sooner. He didn’t want her to find him jerking off, so he decided to move to the far end of the house.

  In the kitchen, he grabbed a clean dishtowel from the drawer before stepping out the back door onto the sun porch that had both screens and windows. This time of year, the windows were fully open, allowing the cooler night air and sounds of the night to waft through.

  Settling on the lounger where he sometimes slept when the weather was right, Theo pushed his boxers to mid-thigh, sighing when the knit cotton no longer compressed his cock and balls.

  Opening the small closed decorative basket on the table beside his seat, he pulled out the small bottle of lube and dribbled some up and down his cock. He sucked a breath at the feel of the cool slick against his hot skin. Wrapping his hand around his erection, he began to stroke up and down the length.

  His eyes closed on their own and then he dropped his head back to rest against the lounger. His breathing began to increase as memories of the day flashed through his mind. His hand moved faster and faster as he remembered Lyssa’s puzzled look when she realized he was sitting at her table, patiently waiting for her to realize she was no longer alone. The feisty look of a warrior that crossed her expression as she talked to Merrie about taking down the young waitress. The lost, confused, nearly manic Little girl who greeted him at her house.

  The vision that had his balls tightening and semen pulsing up his cock was the vision of her curled up and sleeping peacefully in the nursery. “Lyssa,” he cried out as his seed covered his belly and chest in strong pulsations.

  Opening his eyes, he found himself smiling as he caught his breath and settled from the most explosive orgasm he’d had since his teenage years. It took several minutes before he felt in control enough to grab the towel and clean up before heading inside. Tossing the towel into the washing machine, he headed down the hall to his bed.

  Morning would come early if he knew anything about Little girls, and he did.