Page 2 of Smoke
“Does it help?”
“Yeah, usually.”
“Where’s it at? You can take some now, and we can work in a few naps for you tomorrow,” I said, calculating how I could work out a better schedule for her. She’d gotten a stupid job at the fucking donut shop, but maybe I could use this as a reason to get her to quit. I had more than enough money for her to stay home or go to college, or fucking anything other than work all the way across town. Hell, her grandmother had left her more than enough money to do whatever she wanted, but she was a stubborn little brat with a remarkable work ethic. It wasextremelyannoying.
“I need to get it filled. I don’t have any more.”
Frowning, I asked, “How long have you been out?”
“A while.”
“Ashley Emery, how long is a while?”
“Before Granna died.”
Even in the dim room, I could see her face flush adorably. It had always been a telltale sign of her being caught doing something naughty. When she was a teen it was cute, as an adult it was fucking hot. I would bet all of my money she’d make the prettiest picture as a freshly punished, very contrite Little girl. My cock pressed against my sweatpants at the imagery, and I willed it to go down. That was not what she needed right then or ever. Ashley deserved a good man, one with an education and a future?one with a 401K and not a felony. A man who hadn’t murdered his father, or dozens of other men for that matter. And no matter how badly I wanted to Daddy the Little I was sure she was hiding inside of her, I wouldn’t, because she deserved someone better than me.
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Ashley
“Hi, Ashley!” Eloise, one of the women who worked at Daddies Ink with Smoke, squealed when I walked through the shop doors. I wasn’t sure if she was actually glad to see me or if it was because I always brought donuts for her and the other Littles.
I wanna play!my own inner Little piped up, seeing the others.
Not now, baby. When we get home, okay?
“Hi, Eloise!” I set the box on the front desk. “How was your day?” I asked, trying to make conversation and soothe my sad Little.
“It was good. Uncle Smoke tattooedtwoboobies,” she said, reaching for her favorite raspberry donut.
I snorted at her report. She was so funny.
“On the same body or two different boobs on different people?”
“The same body!” She took a huge bite of her donut, smearing jam all over her face.
“They were the biggest boobs I’ve ever seen and I’ve seen some boobs,” Rogue added, hopping up to sit on the front desk. Her black tights must have been slick because she fell backward, knocking the keyboard off the desk. Eloise caught her mid-fall. I rushed to help and struggled to help her sit upright. One long black heel fell off as she frantically kicked her legs.
She laughed hysterically at her predicament. “Daddy! Help!” she yelled between giggles. I don’t know that I’d ever actually seen Rogue so carefree before. Loud thunderous footfalls filled the front office and numerous Daddies rushed to the rescue.
“All the Daddies,” Eloise mumbled, her eyes wide. She almost looked nervous. Uh-oh. That was usually a sign someone had been naughty.
“You didn’t specify which Daddy, baby,” Leland said, grabbing Rogue by the waist and helping her to her feet.
She stumbled into his chest, his strong arms wrapping around her.
“Sugar, are you drunk?”
She hiccuped before dissolving into giggles. “Maybe.”
Blade studied Eloise, his Little one, closely.
“I’m not, Daddy,” she answered, raising her hands in defense.
Ah. Yes, someonehadbeen naughty.
“Cause you’re a good girl.” Rogue giggled. “You never do anything naughty!”
