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The first thing he did was grab Puggles from the bed for his Little gypsy to hold. “I thought you might like company while you wait for Daddy to gather his things. It won’t take long.”

It took only moments for him to gather the ropes he wanted to use along with a pair of safety scissors. “Good girl, Gypsy. You did exactly what Daddy told you to. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said. “Are we going to start now?”

“Yes, babygirl. When it is just the two of us in this room, I will want you naked. But if you aren’t comfortable with that yet, I understand.”

Her eyes widened, then she grinned. “I think once you’ve wiped someone's bottom for them, modesty is a thing of the past.”

He stared at her, then threw back his head and laughed. Would she ever cease to surprise him with the things she said? “Fair enough, babygirl. Let’s get the rest of those clothes off.”

He helped her with the rest of her clothes. God, she was gorgeous. Perfect for him in every way, from the top of her head that barely reached his chin to the tips of her toes with the fire engine red polish.

“Before we do anything, I want you to pick a safeword. Do you already have one?” She shook her head. “That’s okay. Let’s pick one now. What’s a word you can remember, but not something you regularly say?”

He waited while she thought about it. “How about tambourine?”

“That’s a great word. What made you choose that?”

“Well, I figured if you were going to call me gypsy, that would match.”

With yet another grin, he agreed. “That’s good, Gypsy. I like it. Now, if you feel uncomfortable at any time… physically, mentally, or emotionally… you say tambourine, and we will stop and talk through what’s going on. When it comes to rope play, you make the call. Got it?”

She nodded. “Got it.”

“Good. Now hold out your hands.” As he bound her wrists, he made sure to tell her exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t doing anything elaborate that would take too long. “I’m putting this knot in your hand, and this loop in your other one. This is a quick release. If you ever need to get out fast, pull the loop and the knot unties.”

She smiled, as bright a smile as she had at the Friendsgiving celebration. He hadn’t realized how much he needed that smile until she gave it to him. Something in his chest loosened. “I want to play with you once you are wrapped up like my pretty Little present. Is that something you would like?”

Her cheeks reddened at his words, but she nodded again and gave him a soft, “Yes, Daddy. I’d like that.” His girl was fuckin’ adorable.

He talked her through what he was doing each step of the way. When he finished, her arms were bound to her chest in a way that left her pretty pink nipples on display. He bound her calves to the back of her thighs and secured legs to her waist in a way that prevented her from closing her thighs, giving him access to her glistening pussy.

Oh, yeah. His Little girl liked rope play.

Lifting her, he carried her to the bed and laid her on her back. Her glazed eyes and dreamy expression told him all he needed to know. His babygirl was headed deep into subspace.

“You just lie back and enjoy, little gypsy. Daddy wants to open his present.”

CHAPTER 13

Joy floated to the bed, or at least, that’s how it felt. She hadn’t been sure in the beginning, caught somewhere between scared and excited. But now? Now peace and serenity enveloped her. If this was what babies experienced when swaddled, she understood now why it worked to calm them.

And it wasn’t just her emotions. Her body was loose and relaxed. It was beyond her comprehension how a complete change could happen in such a short amount of time.

“How are you feeling, Gypsy?” The strong rumble of her Daddy’s voice sent bolts of pleasure and need zinging throughout her body to settle in her clit. “Eyes to me, little one.”

Once she did as he said, he smiled. “You look beautiful in my ropes, babygirl. The ropes shouldn’t be painful. Do you feel any discomfort?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she answered immediately.

Concern clouded his face. “Where are you uncomfortable, Gypsy? Tell Daddy so he can fix it.”

Thank goodness for that. “I don’t know, Daddy. My nipples ache. And my pussy is needy, too.”

His eyes flared with the same heat coursing through her. “Poor baby,” he said. “Does my gypsy need Daddy’s attention?” She nodded, the most adorable pout on her face. “Daddy will take care of you, babygirl. But he wants to play a bit first. Didn’t you enjoy our rope play session?”

Her nod came almost before he finished speaking. She had enjoyed it more than anything she’d ever done. It was like her Daddy hadn’t tied her up. He’d tied up the bad voices in her head. The ones who told her everything she did was wrong, and called her bad names.