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CHAPTER 14

A s he’d done downstairs, Hutch held up his hands in surrender. “Woah there. Sorry, big man. I didn’t mean any offense. But you were… and she was all… I’ve, ah, I’ve just never seen you like that before. Again, I apologize. No need to grill me and eat me for supper.”

“It isn’t me you need to apologize to.” Law pulled her to his side, keeping his arm around her waist. “She’s waiting.”

Eyes wide, Lovie stared up at Law. He was angry at Hutch… for her?

Here she’d been silently calling him thin-skinned for calling out a man he considered his brother, only to find out he’d done it to protect her. No one had ever done anything like that for her. Not once.

Hutch gave her a look that was both sweet but very serious. She could see the twinkle in his eyes. His voice sounded full when he spoke. “I’m sorry I embarrassed you, Lovelyn—” another growl from Law had Hutch correcting his words, “my bad brother, I meant Lovie. I was just giving Law a hard time, but it won’t happen again. ”

She wanted to say it didn’t matter, but Law had stood up for her. That made it important. What her Viking did meant everything to her.

Forcing down the smile that her face always tried to make when she was nervous, she nodded. “Thank you.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Law was on the move. “Taking Lovelyn to the Little girl’s room before we debrief.”

Lovie closed her eyes in utter mortification. Maybe a meteor would crash through the ceiling and smush her. And maybe it would smush her Viking, too.

Law announced he was taking her to the bathroom. Just like that. To everyone. Ev-er-y-one!

She was never going to be able to show her face at Sabre again. Her face burned all the way down to the soles of her feet.

Because even though everyone was acting like that wasn’t the most embarrassing, humiliating, shoot-me-now thing Law could possibly have said, it was.

And she would have told him that if he hadn’t grabbed her arm and frog-marched her out of the room. He led her down a hall, stopping before a door with a massive lollipop on it labeled Little Girl’s Room. Without pausing, Law opened the door and ushered her inside.

The sounds of laughter echoed around them until the Little Girls' Room door snapped shut behind them. She stumbled to a halt as she took in the cotton candy pink room around her. The bathroom had eight stalls, each with a different-colored door and decorated after a Disney princess. The sinks were shaped like crowns. Armless thrones acted as chairs. But her favorite thing had to be the tile floor. A bright yellow brick road led from the entrance to the stalls, then to the sink, the hand sanitizer station, and finally the exit. Huge mirrors hung on three of the walls.

She would have kept inspecting the room if not for the snick of the door behind her locking. A squeak escaped her when her Viking put a hand to the back of her neck as he forced her to one of the mirrors.

Her heart thundered as the cool, smooth surface of the mirror pressed against her face. Something akin to fear flooded her veins. Was that excitement? She should be screaming for help, but she didn’t want to.

It was like riding a new triple-loop roller coaster. There was always a small amount of fear, but mostly, excitement blasted through her. A heady thrill accompanied not knowing what was coming next, but knowing there was nothing you could do to stop it. Having him take total control like this did the same wicked things to her, only in her pussy instead of her stomach.

She could always press the emergency bar to alert an attendant, she needed the ride to stop and let her off if it was really too much. The same was true here as well. She could always say her safeword.

She stood with her cheek pressed to the mirror for a long time. Confusion pricked at her confidence. “Um, what are we doing?”

He didn’t answer her question. He slid his hand to the front of her throat. Not squeezing or pressing, just resting in a position. The anticipation was knowing he could do either of those things and wondering if he would.

His other hand snaked to her waist and rested right below her belly button. Once again, not touching or doing anything, but leaving the possibility for more.

Then his mouth was back on her neck. “You liked it when I put my lips to your neck and tickled you, didn’t you, naughty girl?”

Even though she’d loved it, something inside her wouldn’t let her make it easy on him. She shook her head. “No.” The mirror pressing her cheek slurred her answer.

Law’s sinister chuckle brought her goosebumps back to life. “Ah-ah-ah. Naughty girls who tell fibs get punished. Tell me, little fairy cat, if I touch your nipples, will I find them already hard? Is your pussy already wet, babygirl?”

Denial would be pointless. If he touched either of those places, he’d find her nipples as hard as bullets and her pussy soaked. Even though wanton humiliation still tinted her cheeks, she answered him honestly. “I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life.”

Something between a groan and a growl rumbled up his throat. Whatever it was, it was hot. He pressed his hard cock against her backside and rocked his hips.

Could you pass out from arousal? She wasn’t sure, but she was afraid she might do just that.

“We don’t have time for me to care for you like I want, babygirl. But we have time for something. First, I need to know something.”

He spun her around to face him, which meant he was now pressing his cock against her pussy. Feelings she’d never had before filled her. There was something out there, just beyond her reach, that would be exquisite. Something that would release the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside her. She rocked her hips forward, matching his rhythm.

He grasped her chin and forced her gaze upward to meet his. “Do you like this, little fairy cat? Do the things I’m doing leave you aching for more?”

“Yes.” The word came out raspy and rough.

“Would you like to be my Little girl and explore this further with me?”

Oh god. Yes! Yes! Yes!

She didn’t say that. She couldn’t. Not yet. “I thought you didn’t want any more Little girls.”

“I never thought I’d find a Little girl like you. I can’t promise we will work out. But I think it’s worth exploring. The question is, do you?”

Did she? She was connected to him somehow in a way she didn’t understand. If they didn’t work out, it might crush her. But if it did… that was worth the risk.

“Yes. I want to try.”

“Thank god! We’ll discuss the details tonight, but from now on, I’m your Daddy, and you are my Little girl.”

She nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

His lips crashed down on hers. Hard. Hot. Primal.

If there were a way to do it, he would devour her. Not expecting his kiss, she gasped. He took full advantage of her parted lips to plunge deep inside her.

He tasted like red hots and lemon drops. She sucked on his tongue as if it were candy, and he groaned into her mouth.

His fingers dipped under the waistband of her shorts, but he didn’t stop there. Plunging his hand into her panties, he didn’t stop until his fingers plunged into her pussy, causing her core to spasm.

She screamed from the shock and the intense pleasure, and he swallowed the sound.

“You are so wet for me, little fairy cat. Daddy’s going to make you come before we leave this bathroom. We’ve been in here a while. Some Little girl may start pounding on the door, so you’d better hurry.”

“Can’t… I can’t.” Was that her whimpering while riding her Daddy’s finger?

“Oh, you can, babygirl. And you will. You’ll come for Daddy like a good girl.” He slid his finger in and out of her channel, slowly increasing the speed and pressure.

But what if she couldn’t? No fingers had ever touched her down there except her own. “I’ve never… Daddy, I’ve never done anything like this.”

His hand stopped moving, and she almost burst into tears. “No, Daddy. Don’t stop. Please!”

“Shh. I’ll start back in a second, babygirl. Are you saying no man has ever touched you like this before? ”

Her heart stuttered. Was that bad? She shouldn’t have said anything. But she’d promised to be honest. “N-no, Daddy. Just you. Is that okay?”

The huff of his laugh moved her hair. “It’s more than okay, babygirl. It’s incredible. I’m guessing no one has had their mouth on you there, either.”

“No. I don’t wanna talk now. I like your fingers. I want them back now.”

“One more question, and then you can have Daddy’s fingers. This is important. Lovelyn, are you a virgin?”

This was the question she’d been dreading. He wouldn’t want her anymore once he found out no one else had wanted her for twenty-seven years. Especially not men after sex.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I can learn how to do the things you like if you just show me. You just have to show me. Okay?”

Law closed his eyes. His jaw clenched, which probably wasn’t a good sign. He was going to stop what he’d been doing and walk away. Who would want a twenty-seven-year-old virgin? Not a giant Viking Daddy, that was for sure.

A tear trickled down her cheek. She’d thought they had a connection, but she was wrong.

His thumb caught her tear and tracked back up her cheek. With his gaze fixed on her, he put the tip of his thumb in his mouth. “Daddy wants every part of you, little one. Everything you are. I have no idea how you made it to twenty-seven without anyone recognizing the wonders you hold in your heart, mind, and body. I’m not mad, babygirl. I’m stunned and very lucky to be your first everything. Thank you for telling me.”

He pressed his lips to hers again, but this time, his kiss was gentle and coaxing. It was nice. But it wasn’t him.

She pulled back. “I want you to kiss like you did before, Daddy. We are a matched set, you’ll see. I like kissing Law. I’ll want to kiss him over and over. But right now, I want to kiss my Viking. If I can’t have my Viking, we can unlock the door.”

She didn’t mean a word she was saying, of course. Except for wanting the Viking. She definitely wanted the Viking now, but not always. She wanted all of him.

Something inside her wanted to push. Wanted to poke the beast. That’s what he wanted, too. She shoved his chest and tried to scoot out from under him.

Within seconds, her Viking was back. His finger wrapped around her throat, tighter this time than before. He pressed her back against the wall and growled, deep and dangerous. And thrilling.

“Who do you think is in charge here, little girl? Does the kitten tell the Viking what to do?”

His other hand went to her breast and squeezed, grinding his palm against her nipple. Thrums of pleasure pulsed in her clit.

“No, Daddy. I’m just wanting your fingers back where they were.”

“Oh, you do? And after trying to shove Daddy away, do you think you deserve his fingers inside you?”

She nodded her head but said, “No.”

“No, you don’t. Daddy is going to be nice this once because people are waiting on us. Next time, you won’t be so lucky. Next time, I’ll keep you on the edge for hours before I allow you to come. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good, now spread those legs further apart and let Daddy show you what a Viking can do.”

She didn’t hesitate to do as she was told.

He pulled up her shirt and tugged her bra down enough to expose her nipple. And then his mouth was on her, sucking, licking, biting. Teasing her until she was writhing with need.

Slipping his hand back inside her clothing, he didn’t take things slowly this time. His finger plunged into her pussy, driving deep. His thumb brushed her clit, almost taking her over the edge.

He brought her close and curled his finger inside her, hitting a spot inside her she had never found on her own. He pressed, swiped his thumb over her clit, and then tapped it with his finger. At the same time, he sucked her nipple into his mouth and nipped.

All those things together sent her crashing over the edge. Wave after wave of the most intense pleasure she’d ever known swept her away. He continued stroking her gently, guiding her back to herself.

Thank goodness he held her up, or she would have collapsed. As she floated in post-orgasmic bliss, he nuzzled her neck. It didn’t tickle now. That was a good thing because she didn’t have the strength to laugh.

Suddenly, his lips latched onto her at the base of her neck, biting and sucking. His release stung, but he nuzzled and licked the slight pain away.

“How did you like the first orgasm Daddy has ever given you?”

It shouldn’t be possible, but the rough edge of his voice caused her clit to twitch. She smiled at the question. Her answer was obvious. Best give him something to strive for. “I’m not sure, Daddy. I lost my train of thought. We should probably try again so I can focus.”

He threw back his head and roared, his laughter music to her ears. “That will have to wait, little fairy cat. We have a debriefing to attend. Rest assured, I’m willing to provide as much data as necessary for you to come to a reasonable conclusion.”

After helping her clean up, something she wasn’t prepared for, and finger-combing the back of her hair, they left the Little girl's room.

It was now her favorite room in the building.