Interesting. “So, the man probably has a rap sheet a mile long. He’s not just an abuser.”
“Probably not,” Cannon agrees.
I nod slowly. “This could work in our favor.”
Mace nods. “Let’s hope. Ghost is going to break into his house at the first opportunity and do some snooping. He’ll plant surveillance inside as well. I’ll let you know what he finds.”
“Perfect. Anything else need my attention.”
Cannon chuckles. “Don’t insult us.” He stands.
Mace and I rise at the same time.
Mace grips my shoulder. “You’ve worked seven days a week, nights and weekends, for years. Now, it’s your time to take care of your Little girl. Get her healed. We’ll update you so you can make sure she’s permanently safe. Rachell is juggling assignments. Everything you were working on has been redistributed.”
“Thanks.” I swallow hard. I employ good men who have my back, both professionally and personally. I will have theirs, too, when the time comes and they meet the perfect Little girl to add to their lives.
I see them to the elevator just as Brinkman calls to let me know he’s sending someone up with more packages. The pile in the living room is growing, and now that June is aware that everything in those packages is related to age play, I don’t hold my breath as tightly each time she opens something new.
After getting dinner prepped for in between her classes this evening, I hear her moving around through the monitor and head toward the bedroom.
“Hey, sleepy girl. How was your nap?”
She pushes out her bottom lip in an adorable pout as I approach the side of the bed. “I don’t like naps.”
I chuckle before leaning over to kiss her forehead. “Is that so?”
“They leave me groggy.”
“You need more rest than usual while you’re healing, Little one.”
She narrows her gaze. “When my arm is better, are you still going to make me take naps?”
“Yes. Absolutely.” I rub her tummy over the covers. “Little girls need to rest. Even if it’s only for fifteen minutes after lunch. You’ll rest when Daddy says so—without complaint. If not, you’ll find yourself standing in a corner before rest time begins.” I lift a brow. This is the first time I’ve put my foot down and asserted my authority with her. I watch her closely to see how she reacts.
Her breath hitches, and she stares at me with wide eyes, but that doesn’t give away how she’s affected by my words. The telltale sign that my bossiness is going to send flutters to her belly is the way she slowly pulls her thighs together and squeezes them tightly.
June purses her lips and slowly furrows her brows until she’s shooting daggers at me that are so very pouty and Little, I can hardly contain the loose control I have over my need to laugh.
When she crosses her arms, including awkwardly tucking her right arm under her breasts, I lose the tiny thread of control I had and start laughing as I lean closer to her, putting my face inches from hers. “Fuck, you’re sexy when you’re turned on.”
She gasps. “What? I am not turned on. Why would I be turned on by you threatening to put me in a corner?” Her voice is high-pitched and shaky.
I give her a quick kiss on the nose and lean back, tugging on her good arm as I do so to force her to uncross them. The sheet has inched down so that the only thing between me and her breasts is the nightgown I put on her before her nap.
Holding her good hand at her side, I tap one of her hard nipples before giving it a light pinch. “Naughty Little girls who tell fibs also need a timeout.”
“Daddy…” Her voice is just whiny enough to make her even cuter.
“Yep. And now is a great time to give you a taste of what happens when you need to be disciplined.” I pull the covers the rest of the way down her body, stand, and step back. “Come, Little one.”
I want her to obey me on her own. I could lift her off the bed and carry her to the corner, but it’s better if she fully participates in her punishment.
She blinks, her mouth hanging open. Her legs are still pressed tight against each other. Her hands are now at her sides. With her chest rising and falling rapidly and her nipples hard peaks, the entire picture makes my cock stiff.
I lift both brows and point toward the only empty corner in the room.
She glances that way before jerking her gaze back to me. “You can’t put me in timeout. I’m a grown adult.”
