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CHAPTER ELEVEN

W hen Remy had told her he was going to make her a banana split, she’d though he meant he was going to make her an ice cream sundae and feed it to her while she snuggled on his lap. Not that she was going to be part of the frosty and fruity dessert.

But here she was, bent at the waist and bound over the edge of her dining room table—a table that had hosted some of Connecticut’s most influential and powerful politicians and business tycoons—silky bamboo ropes around her wrists and ankles, with a banana nestled in the cleft between her butt cheeks and three scoops of ice cream melting just below her tailbone. Plus some whipped cream and chocolate sauce her Daddy had spooned over her hips. Good thing he’d put down a pad on the floor first, because she was a mess.

Not to mention that she was so turned on her arousal would be dripping down the inside of her thighs, if it wasn’t already. Being spread out and bound like this was an enormous turn-on, as was the way he was licking and biting her all over. All her senses seemed heightened, or maybe that was just the contrast of the cold ice cream melting on her spank-warmed backside.

“Such a delicious Little girl,” Remy told her in between taking a bite of the banana and licking a trickle of ice cream from where it was dribbling down her bottom. “I could eat you all up. Devour you. I think I will.”

Then his mouth was on her again and she mewled. It felt so good, but it was such a tease. No penetration, and only sporadic licks over her clit or the entrance to her pussy. After a few more minutes, he paused his wicked ministrations and traded them in for a different sensation. His fingertips sunk into her hips and kneaded her flesh, reminding her of her spanking that felt at once fresh but also like it had happened ages ago.

“I’m actually getting a little full,” he mused in that voice that was as decadent and silky as the cream melting over her heated skin.

“Of ice cream,” he clarified. “Never of you.”

Oh. That wild sparkle glittered inside her again. It wasn’t a proposal, obviously, but it was so different from when Cabot had laid his cards on the table. That had involved a meeting with his parents, her parents, and lawyers.

“I think maybe I’ll share some of this sweet treat with my sweet Nono. You wait right here for a second, Daddy will be right back.”

And where, precisely, did he think she was going to go? Bound and helpless as she was, not to mention she didn’t want to trail the makings of this personification of a banana split all over the house.

A minute later, Remy was back, and she squealed when smooth, cold metal pressed against the entrance to her pussy. It warmed slowly as he stroked it over her slick, overheated skin, and she realized what it was. A spoon. Which he then took and used to skim some melting ice cream from her skin.

She blinked at him when he held the spoon to her lips. She’d never…tasted herself.

“Open up, hummingbird,” he instructed, and without a thought, she obeyed.

The bottom of the spoon against her tongue was salty and slippery, and then the sweet cream poured over it, flooding her mouth.

“There you go, Little girl. You taste so good, see?”

“Mmm,” she agreed, which was as good as she could do.

“Now I think I’ll give you a different sort of treat,” her Daddy mused, and her mouth watered.

He cleaned his Little girl up a bit because he didn’t think she would appreciate being sticky or the squish of the remaining banana between their bodies. She could be fastidious, and he wasn’t going to push that kind of mess on her tonight. This was supposed to be a reward after all.

While he wiped her down with some warm washcloths, he made sure to touch and tease her so all the arousal he’d built up in her wouldn’t go to waste. Maybe turned down to a simmer from a boil, which was fine because he wasn’t trying to torment the poor girl with edging. Today anyway.

Having her bent over and spread out like this was a treasure. A treasure he intended to plunder.

Remy shucked his own clothes, tossing them in a pile on the floor after retrieving a condom from his pocket and putting it on as quickly as humanly possible, and then strolled right up to where Nuala’s bottom half was draped over the table. Let the fronts of his thighs brush the backs of hers and then nestled his throbbing cock where he’d placed the banana.

Nuala moaned, and he echoed her as she squeezed her bottom cheeks around his length.

“Fuck, Little girl, I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Then don’t, Daddy. Please!”

He reached up the table and slid a hand around her throat. “You sure you’re ready for me, hummingbird? Maybe Daddy should check and see.”

“Please, Daddy. Please, please,” she chanted.

Remy slid his hand from her throat up to grasp her chin, and commanded, “Open.”

Once Nuala had parted her lips, he pushed his middle finger into her mouth, and she started to suck.

“I think we need to get this Little girl a paci, since you like to suck on things so much,” he told her, and his dick jumped at her answering mewl.

Yeah, a pacifier might embarrass his prissy little treasure, but she’d like it too and she’d look darling with one plugging her sweet mouth. For now, he fucked her mouth with his finger and added a second. Then he used his other hand to mirror the motion in her pussy.

His Nono had been right; she was soaking wet.

“Oh,” he mused. “Look at that. My little hummingbird is soaked with nectar, so nice and wet and ready for Daddy’s cock. You’re gonna take all of me, Little girl. And I’m going to watch your freshly spanked bottom bounce while I fuck you so hard you forget your name.”

It was hard to make out what she said around the fingers he still had stuffed in her mouth, but to his ears it sounded a lot like, “Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy!”

He switched hands so he could push his slick fingers between her lips to suck and sunk his fingertips into her hip, so he could notch the head of his rock-hard dick at her entrance and slide in until he was balls deep.

Fuck, she felt good, all warm and snug around his length. Remy plunged into her over and over and over, relishing the way she fit him like a glove. When he felt himself nearing the edge, he pulled his fingers from her mouth and let go of her hip, so he could reach underneath her to where her small breasts were jiggling with the force of his thrusts.

“You know, I forgot one thing when making my banana split,” he told her. “The cherries. These will do just fine.”

He grasped her nipples and pinched, tugging and rolling the buds between his fingers while he continued to fuck her. It was only a couple minutes until he felt Nuala’s internal walls tightening around him, and he was going to finish her off, give her a dessert she’d never forget.

Fucking into her so hard he’d probably move a smaller table, he pinched and tweaked her nipples. “Come on, Nono. Come for Daddy. Enjoy your treat, Little girl. It’s all for you.”

If she’d ever had a climax quite like that, she didn’t remember it. Not only was there a wave of orgasm that crashed over her, but Remy kept pounding into her until there was another crest and another, and only after the third did he let go of her sore nipples, grab her hips, and drive into her faster and faster until she felt the pulse of his own release inside her.

He collapsed over her back but didn’t put his full weight on her. She loved the heat of his skin and the coarseness of the hair on his chest as he tried to catch his breath. Plus, the way that he kissed the nape of her neck and softly bit the slope between her neck and shoulder made her want to purr like a cat. This kind of genuine affection was new and heady, and she wanted to bask in it forever.

Eventually, though, Remy pushed back and unfastened the rope he’d used to bind her to the table and helped her to stand— but just for a moment because then he was hoisting her into his arms and urging her legs around his waist.

He took her over to the living room and settled them both into a corner of the massive couch. After a few minutes of being cuddled and caressed, the same thing kept sneaking into her mind.

She wanted to make the request as an adult, but she was finding it harder and harder to be in a grown-up headspace when she was with Daddy. Remy. Sheesh.

And since she was firmly in Nono-land after being spanked like a child, he needed to know that.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, Little girl?”

“I wanted to ask you for something.”

“Go ahead, Nono. You can ask Daddy for anything.”

Whenever Remy said things like that, she felt like she sparkled inside. Cabot would never, and it had seemed sensible to settle for what he could offer because she could never have what she actually wanted. But she was maybe learning that she could.

“I don’t like it, but I need to be big sometimes,” she said, and then twisted her mouth to the side because she wasn’t sure quite how to explain this. “Like when I pay bills or have to talk to lawyers and stuff.”

Remy nodded. “I know. You have a lot of grown-up responsibilities.”

“I think I got so upset today because I was feeling big and then all of a sudden, I was Little. It was really hard.”

So hard Nuala felt like she might cry all over again just from the memory. She tried to swallow the tears, but they wouldn’t be stopped. Fat droplets rolled down her cheeks, and she started to hiccup.

“You need a minute, Nono?”

She shook her head, even though her handsome Daddy looked blurry through her crying. “No, I want to say it. I’m just upset.”

“That’s okay,” he told her, wiping away her tears and then sucking them off his thumb. Why did she like that he did that? Maybe because it made her feel like Remy wanted all of her. Not just the pretty and proper shell Cabot had valued, but every messy, imperfect, and Little inch of her.

“You’re being so brave. I know it’s hard to talk about your feelings,” her Daddy continued. “I don’t mind if you cry. You just tell me if you need a huggle break.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

She took a deep breath, or tried to, because it turned into more of a sniff. “Can we try having a signal or something for when I have to go between being big and Little? Like a code word or, I don’t know, some kind of tradition or something? I think it might be easier if there’s some sort of transition and not just ‘Bam, you’re Little!’”

Daddy nodded again, and she loved how seriously he took her, especially when she was Little.

“That’s a very reasonable request, and a good idea on top of that. I think we can absolutely come up with something that helps you go between the times when you need to be a grown-up and when you’re Little. Maybe more of a process than a codeword too, since it sounds like giving you some time to adjust would be helpful.”

Remy seemed to withdraw in that thoughtful way he had. It didn’t make her feel lonely though, not with the way he was still stroking her skin and knowing he was thinking about how to be the best Daddy for her.

“What if we tried having Daddy dress you in your Little clothes as soon as I get here? I can text you when I’m on my way and you can wait for me in the closet. If you need to stay grown-up to get some things taken care of, you can tell me that, and I can put you in Little clothes after you’re done.”

She’d had faith in him, but it was so nice to have her Daddy be so thoughtful and do the best he could for her. It made every part of her feel glowy and warm, and not just her well-spanked butt. “That’s a really good idea, Daddy. I like it. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, Nono,” he told her, tapping the tip of her nose. “Thank you for telling me what you need. We’ll give it a try and see how it goes.”