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A ll of this was surreal to Maggie.

She couldn’t believe that she was completely surrendering her control. And to Jameson.

It was everything she’d ever dreamed of. And never thought possible.

“Before we move on, I need to know a few things. Like your safeword and limits?”

She went through them all.

He nodded. “Are you all right with me seeing you naked?”

Yikes.

“Yes.”

“Good girl. You’ll use your safeword if you need to. Without any repercussions.”

He was so bossy.

It was delicious.

He carried her into the bathroom and then stripped her off. Okay, this wasn’t exactly how she’d imagined he’d see her naked for the first time.

Well, not the first time . . . there was that time he’d walked in on her and Jack.

He set her on the toilet. “Pee.”

He expected her to pee on command? What the heck?

“I know you must need to go. You haven’t been in hours. I think we need to up your liquid intake.”

As he spoke he ran the bath and that seemed what her body needed to let go. Thankfully, he let her clean herself up, but then he took over washing her hands.

He’d filled the bath with bubbles.

She clapped her hands, bouncing in excitement. Then she froze, wondering if that was all right with him or too much?

But he simply turned from where he was crouching by the bath and gave her an indulgent smile. Then she realized she was naked and put her arm over her breasts with a squeal. With her free hand, she tried to cover up her pussy.

She expected him to admonish her. But he just turned back to test the temperature of the water.

When he was satisfied, he stood and grasped her around the hips. “I know we’re new to each other and this might all feel a tad strange. But you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Gorgeous. Sweet. Funny. Loyal.”

With each word, he kissed her. First her forehead, then her nose. Her cheeks.

“And mine.”

Finally, he placed his mouth on hers. She parted her lips and he slid his tongue inside. She groaned in delight and relief. Her hands went to his shoulders while her legs circled his waist, clinging on.

When he drew back, she tried to chase his lips with a whimper of displeasure, but he shook his head.

“That’s as far as we take things tonight,” he told her. “I don’t want you to think you have to do anything just because I’m in charge.”

She got it.

But it was still bollocks.

“I don’t think that. Jameson, I want this. I want you. I have for a long time.” She could feel herself blushing as she remembered how infatuated she’d been.

How much she still was.

“That’s good to hear, precious girl. But that’s still a line we’re not crossing tonight. Tomorrow is a different story.”

She pouted.

“None of that. It doesn’t work on me the way it does on Ian and Jack. And I spank naughty girls who pout.”

She gasped. “That’s so mean.”

“Sir. Or Daddy. That’s how you address me.”

“Jack likes to be Sir Daddy.”

“He would.” Jameson shook his head with a smile.

She grinned. “Though sometimes, I call them Daddy One and Daddy Two.”

“I am not Daddy Three.”

Maybe not out loud. He did seem to be much sterner than Daddies One and Two.

He looked thoughtful for a moment. “How about Papa? I feel like Daddy might have been my past. I didn’t want that back. But Papa feels new and right.”

“I like that, Papa. Will you . . . will you tell me if this gets too much?”

“I will. But it won’t. Time for your bath.” He lifted her, placing her into the bubble bath.

Oh, it was perfect.

“There’re no toys in here, but you could use your imagination.”

She frowned in confusion. He lifted some bubbles up on the palm of his hand. “Hmm, what sort of animal do you think this is?”

Ooh, that sounded like fun. “A sloth!”

“Really? Hmm. Interesting.”

She scooped up some more bubbles to take her mind off the fact that he’d picked up a cloth to wash her.

“This one is an alligator.”

“An alligator, huh?” He washed her back. There was nothing sexual about his touch. It was purely about comfort and cleaning her.

But she still felt a small shiver of pleasure.

Jameson St. Bede was touching her naked body.

Hallelujah.

He moved on to her arms as she scooped up more.

“What about this, Papa?”

He paused for a moment, then cleared his throat. “An elephant.”

“Lie back.”

He ran the cloth over her legs as she scooped up a tiger, then a T-Rex.

The cloth moved to her chest. “I can wash myself, Papa.”

“I guessed that since you don’t smell,” he said dryly.

“Papa!” She reached for the cloth, but he paused and looked at her.

“The only way I stop is if you say your safeword. Understand? If you want to stop, you say it. Do you understand?”

Whoa.

He was so incredibly hot.

“Yes, Papa.”

“Good girl. Now, let go.”

She let go of the cloth and he continued to clean her breasts and belly before moving to her pussy. He even placed one leg up on the side of the bath so he could access her easier.

Lord help her.

By the time he was finished, her skin felt so sensitive and she really wanted to demand that he kept touching her.

But all he did was lift her out of the bath and dry her off as efficiently as he’d washed her.

She wondered how Ian and Jack were getting on. Guilt filled her. She should be with them. Instead, she’d fallen asleep.

Slap!

“Ouch! What was that for, Papa?” She rubbed her sore butt cheek.

“I said something to you, but you were too far in your head to hear me. Your focus needs to be on me.”

“You’re very needy.”

“And you’re very sassy. Turn around and face the mirror.”

She gulped as she saw the look on his face, hesitating. But this was Jameson. He wouldn’t harm her. And she’d said that she would give herself over to him.

So she turned.

“Good girl.”

Okay, whatever was about to follow was worth hearing those words in that tone.

Yum.

“Spread your legs and lean forward. Grasp hold of the edge of the counter.”

She did as ordered.

He surprised her by picking up the hair brush. Was he going to spank her with that? She tensed but all he did was start brushing her hair.

She watched him with a narrowed gaze as he braided her hair efficiently. Then he put the hairbrush down.

She relaxed.

That was a mistake.

Jameson ran his hand down her back and over her ass.

Smack!

“Ow!”

“You are very sassy, precious girl.”

Smack! Smack!

“I’m sure that Jack loves that cheeky mouth.”

Smack! Smack!

“But you need to be careful with it or it’s going to get you into trouble.”

Well, yeah.

Sometimes, she might like that trouble, though.

The spanking was a pretty light one. If anything, it just turned her on. Although she wasn’t going to tell him that.

Then he drew her up so her back was pressed against his front. She stared into the mirror at him.

He looked so calm.

At peace.

She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him like this. Even when he was smiling and being charming, he didn’t look this relaxed.

Was it because of her?

Because she’d surrendered fully for him?

Well, she’d do her best to give him more. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed into him.

“Good girl, you’re going to give me it all, now?”

“Yes, Papa.”

“Precious girl. You’re being so brave. And that deserves a reward.”

Her face lit up. “Ice cream?”

He laughed. “Okay, perhaps a small bit of ice cream. It has been a trying day for you.”

Turning her, he took her hand and led her out to the bedroom. Then he lifted her onto the bed on her back. Without a word, he sorted through her suitcase and drew out her pajamas.

“Knickers, Papa?”

“No knickers tonight. These pajamas are cute, but I’d also like to get you some of those all-in-one pajamas with the feet and hands enclosed. With a bottom flap.”

Okay, now she wanted those too.

He eyed her with interest, a small smile on his face. Then he started pulling the pajama bottoms up her legs. She had to fight against the urge to help.

Although she did raise her bottom up for him slightly.

Then he sat her up and pulled on the top, buttoning it closed. Her cheeks grew red, need filling her as his hands brushed her breasts.

But he never deliberately touched her nipples or even paid that much attention to them.

Poor, neglected nipples.

Finally, he put on a pair of fluffy socks that she’d never seen before.

“Ian told me you like fluffy socks,” he told her. “I bought these for you.”

He had? She’d only worn them a few times.

It was really sweet how much attention he paid to the little details and getting her some just because she liked them.

Lifting her onto her feet, he led her into the living area of the hotel room.

“Sit down.” He gestured to the couch before returning to the bedroom and coming back with Ziggy and a blanket which he tucked tightly around her.

“Do you think Ian and Jack are all right?” she asked worriedly.

He crouched in front of her. “They’re two grown men who are trained to protect themselves and others. They are fine, I promise. I’m going to order us some dinner and then we’re going to do a bit of shopping.”

“Shopping?”

“Yep.” He got on the phone and, without asking her preference, ordered her dinner.

She’d expected to feel annoyed at that. But it was a relief not to have to think.

Then he settled in next to her with his laptop and brought up a website that was dedicated to things for big Little boys and girls.

“Ahh, here are the onesies.”

“You don’t have to buy me anything, Papa.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’ll do what I feel is best when it comes to your care. Besides, these are just as much for me as you.”

Into the shopping cart went three onesies. One with an elephant on the front. Another in a pale gray with frills. And a third with black and white stripes.

They were pretty much what she’d pick for herself. Except, maybe, for the frills.

She didn’t know why she needed three. Escana had some great shops for Littles, she’d spotted a few during her trips out.

But was she going back to Escana?

“You’re thinking too much. Usually, I might have you suck on my cock while on your knees as I work to get your focus back. But since I said this wasn’t going past kissing tonight, I’m going to have to try something else.”

She squirmed at the imagery his words conjured up.

He raised an eyebrow. “Someone likes the idea of sucking my cock.”

Uh, yeah.

“Even if you wouldn’t get to come? Even if I made you sit there while my attention was on other things like watching television or reading a book?”

Oh God.

Did he know what he was doing to her?

“Interesting. It’s like you were made for me.”

She was thinking the same thing.

“Couldn’t we do that, Papa?”

“Not tonight. I’ve told you that. I don’t want that cluttering up your mind. You need to decide if me taking full control is something you can handle. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“I have my safeword.”

“My final word is no. And no pouting,” he warned.

Darn it.

“Do you think you’d be comfortable kneeling with your ribs?”

“They’re not really sore anymore.”

“Good.” He put a cushion on the floor by his feet. “Oh, one question first. Have you ever had anal sex?”

Eek. “No.”

“Hmm, have Ian and Jack been preparing you? It wasn’t one of your limits.”

“Um, no, it’s not a limit. But they also haven’t been, uh, preparing me.”

“All right, so we’ll grab a set of trainer plugs and a paddle.”

He pointed to the cushion while she gaped at him. Not over having to kneel.

Over the fact that he was buying her training plugs and a paddle.

Sheesh!

But she moved onto her knees next to him.

“Back straight, head down, hands on your thighs,” he commanded.

She moved into position.

“Nice deep slow breaths. That’s it.”

He went back to typing on his computer. She wondered what else he was going to buy. Reaching out, he placed his hand on top of her head. “This is quiet time, precious girl. Let your thoughts go.”

She was trying. She focused on his typing. His fingers running through her hair. And, slowly, a sense of calm started to spread through her. Every time a thought came, she pushed it away, locking it down.

The knock on the door shocked her and Jameson swore quietly.

“I’m sorry, precious girl. I didn’t intend for you to still be kneeling when dinner arrived. Come here.”

Acting as though he had all the time in the world, he lifted her, then set her down on the couch, wrapping the blanket around her. Then he kissed her forehead and answered the door.

He didn’t let the person on the other side come in. Thank goodness. Instead, he carried a huge tray on his own and set it on the table.

“Do you need help, Papa?” she asked.

His eyes widened slightly and he smiled. “No, precious girl. You just stay there for me.”

Jameson laid everything out, then came over to where she sat. He drew off the blanket and led her over to the table.

“Now, you’re to sit on the chair with your hands on your thighs. Do not move them.”

How was she going to eat?

Then she noticed the food. A plate with a huge steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans. A bowl of steamed vegetables and a side salad.

Jameson picked up the knife and fork and cut into the steak. He brought the piece to his mouth and she thought he was going to eat it. But he merely tested the temperature.

Then he held it to her mouth.

“Open.”

She took the piece of steak, chewing slowly.

“You might not like everything on here. But we’ll figure that out together. You have to try it all. If you don’t like it, shake your head. If you don’t try something, you’ll have to eat it all.”

Sheesh. When did he get to be so mean?

“You’re not pouting, are you, Shortcake?”

“No, Papa. I would never.”

He fed her mashed potatoes next. Yummy.

But then came the green beans. She wrinkled her nose, but she obediently took a bite. Actually . . . that wasn’t so bad.

“Not as bad as you thought?”

“They taste nicer than when Mum used to cook them.”

“Sometimes you have to keep yourself open to things you don’t think you’ll like.”

“Can I ask questions?”

“Of course.”

“Do you ever speak to your mum anymore?” she asked before he fed her more steak.

Wasn’t he going to eat?

“No. We are completely estranged.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“What about your ex? Elizabeth? Do you know anything about her?”

“I know that she got engaged to another lawyer. The rumor is that he’s cold in the bedroom and out. And that he spends more time at the polo club than with her.”

“Probably to get away from her.”

More green beans. Then salad, which wasn’t her favorite, but she’d eat it.

Next, he held up the glass of water for her. She gulped some down. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was.

He frowned. “You need to drink more water. I have to monitor that more closely.”

“Do you, um, do you ever like to, um, well . . . because you’re a doctor . . . do you like medical play?”

“I’ve never done any medical play, no.”

“Oh.”

“But I might be persuaded if that’s something you’re interested in. You will have to be a very obedient patient, though.”

“I will be. I will!”

“It could be very . . . invasive.”

Her breath quickened. “I sure hope so.”

To her shock, he threw back his head and laughed. She grinned, loving that she made him laugh like that.

“You, my precious girl, are a treasure.”