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"I… No, Daddy," she breathes.
"Because you belong to me and only to me. I make the rules where you're concerned, no one else."
"You're really not mad?" she asks softly. The hope in her voice is almost heartbreaking. She wants this as much as I do—wants me with a desperation that makes me feel like a fucking king.
"I'm not mad." I pause. "At least not that you lied, but we will be dealing with the fact that you snuck out on me. Don't think we won't, baby girl."
She gulps, her gaze flying to mine.
I fight a smile at her wide-eyed gaze, brushing my thumb across her bottom lip. Her breath hitches at the contact and she squirms on my lap. "But we have something else to deal with first, little girl."
"We do?" She blinks at me.
I pull my phone out of my pocket, quickly unlocking it. "Number. Now."
It takes her a moment to process the request. As soon as she does, she gasps, reaching for my phone.
I watch with a smile on my face as she quickly adds her number to my contacts, practically quivering in delight the whole time.
"I didn't like not being able to find you today, Davina. It drove me fucking crazy," I growl. "I was worried all day that I did something to hurt you or scare you off."
"I'm sorry," she whispers, peeking at me over the top of my phone. "I panicked. I was afraid you were going to hate me so I just…ran out." A frown pokes her bottom lip out. "I regretted it as soon as I got home. I spent all day crying."
I brush my thumb across her bottom lip again, not surprised to hear her confirm my suspicions. She gets overwhelmed and runs. It happens with Littles sometimes—powerful emotions and stressors can feel overwhelming, especially when they're tackling them alone. Sometimes, they run because they want to be chased. They want to know they will be chased. "You were crying over me, baby girl?"
"All day," she confirms, holding my phone out to me. "I felt awful, Daddy."
"Well, then, Daddy has two rules for you, little girl."
"Only two?"
"For now." I smile at the hint of disappointment in her voice. "Rule one: no crying alone. I don't like it. You come to Daddy with your tears." I'd banish her tears entirely if I thought I could reasonably do it. But an impossible rule isn't a rule. It's torture. She's going to cry. She's human. It's inevitable, as much as I fucking hate it. But she won't cry alone. When she's hurt, sad, happy, or overwhelmed, she'll come to me.
"What happens if I break it?"
"No orgasms."
Her eyes go wide.
"It's an important rule, Davina. I don't want you breaking it trying to earn punishments," I murmur. "I think you've spent long enough trying to take care of yourself. It's Daddy's turn to take care of you now. If you need to cry, you come to me. Understood?"
"Yes, Daddy," she whispers. "What's your second rule?"
"Rule Two: If you run, Daddy chases." I hit her with a stern glare. "And you better be prepared for the consequences when I catch you, baby girl."
Her tongue darts out, sweeping along her bottom lip. "C-Consequences?"
"Mmhmm. When Daddy catches you, he's going to fuck you exactly where you are." I wrap my hand around her throat, gently pulling her toward me until our lips are inches apart. "For as long as it takes for you to forget why you were running in the first place, little girl."
She trembles in my arms, her denim eyes turning dark with lust. "Yes, Daddy," she moans, her sweet breath washing across my face.
"Good girl," I breathe, slanting my mouth down over hers, my kiss rough and possessive.
She moans into my mouth, settling in my arms—exactly where she belongs.
As the kiss grows hotter, wilder, she rocks against me, her soft whimpers driving me fucking wild. Every little shift of her hips drives her pussy against my erection until I'm feral with need.
I break the kiss abruptly, hanging on by a thread. "Time for your punishment, baby girl," I growl, my voice taut as a strung wire as I lift her to her feet.
