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“Little rebel,” Damon whispered in her ear. “You never cease to amaze me.”
Chapter Eighteen
Two weeks later…
“Did you see that butterfly?” Olivia squealed as she jumped up and down, clapping her hands. “It was the prettiest one I’ve ever seen. All the colors of the rainbow.”
Damon smiled as he pulled his Little mate into his arms before lifting her right off the ground and carrying her toward the house. He kissed her several times on the way. “I didn’t see the butterfly, Little rebel, but I bet you can draw me a picture of it so I’ll know what it looked like.”
Olivia giggled as he entered the house. She was dangling in front of him, but she cupped his face and kissed him back. “Thank you for getting me all the art supplies.”
He aimed straight for the nursery where he sat her on the changing table and pulled her dress over her head. “You’re welcome, Baby girl. I’m sorry I didn’t have art supplies on hand when you first arrived. Horrible error on my part. I should not have assumed you wouldn’t be interested in coloring and painting.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her naked chest to his T-shirt, making him wish he’d taken his shirt off before her dress. “Don’t feel bad. I didn’t know I had any interest in art, either. It never occurred to me I could still do something like that.”
He lowered her onto her back and pried her arms from his neck, loving the way her breath hitched as he pulled them over her head to secure her wrists. “Well, you’re an amazing artist, and I’m proud of you. I will never doubt your abilities. You never cease to amaze me every day, Little rebel.”
She arched her chest upward as he drew a strap across her right below her breasts. Her expression changed from excitement over the butterfly to lust. “Daddy…”
Oh, how he loved that tone. He lowered his lips to barely graze her nipples with a kiss before cinching the strap to pin her chest down, making it impossible for her to arch and causing her arousal to shoot through the roof. Her scent filled the nursery. It was potent and making his cock protest with urgency.
Olivia was still wearing her panties, and she drew her legs together as he rounded to the end of the table. She expected him to remove them, but he wasn’t ready to do that just yet.
Damon liked to keep her guessing. She loved this changing table, and he loved switching things up as often as possible so she wouldn’t know what his intentions were.
He gently guided her knees wide and bent before stroking a finger over the gusset of her soaked panties. “So wet, Little rebel. Did you have an accident?”
She shook her head, a moan escaping.
“Are you sure? I can put a diaper on you next time you meet with Suzette and Jezebel if you can’t make it to the potty in time.” He was teasing her, but only because it made her even hornier.
She shook her head again, her face turning red. “No, Daddy. I can use the potty at their houses.”
He stroked her labia again over the cotton. “You’re sure this isn’t tinkle?”
“Daddy…”
He leaned in close and inhaled her sweet scent, groaning as it filled his lungs. She brought him to his knees.
Damon knew the exact moment her panties had flooded with arousal. It had been a few minutes after he’d arrived at Brock’s to pick her up. She had become aware of him even before he’d entered the house, and she’d begun to pulse with need when he’d spoken her name. But the majority of this wetness had occurred when he’d threatened to spank her naughty bottom before they went home.
He’d been testing her, wondering if she was ready to be disciplined in front of other people. He’d suspected the answer wasyesbecause he’d watched her squirm whenever Jezebel or Suzette were punished in front ofher.
Damon tugged on the elastic of her panties at her belly so the cotton rubbed against her clit. “You’ve gotten comfortable with Suzette and Jezebel,” he pointed out.
“They’re so nice,” she murmured in a distracted voice.
“Sure, but they can be naughty. You found that out the first time I left you there when you let them lure you into painting outside. What happened when we got home that day?”
“You spanked me,” she whispered.
“And what happened the next time when I left you at Arion and Jezebel’s home?”
She sighed as she tried to lift her hips and get more traction against the cotton he was holding in his grip. “We took a jar of cookies into Jezebel’s nursery and ate them all.”
“And?” Damon released the elastic to draw a strap across his Little mate’s hips, keeping her from lifting her bottom off the table.
Her breathing became more erratic. There was nothing sweeter than making her hold a conversation while he tormented her.