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Sierra huffed under her breath. She turned dirty, broken, unwanted toys into useable products, that was all. On paper, anyway. In reality, she put her heart and soul into each discarded stuffie, and often grieved for the ones who’d obviously been well-loved before being cast aside.
“Do you doubt that?” Those blatantly blue eyes pinned her in place, steady and powerful. This Dom could rip a sub to pieces without ever saying a word if he wanted. “When we buy Callie a new stuffie, she’s not the only one who feels joy, Sierra. We experience everything she does because she shares her love for that new stuffie, her excitement and gratitude, with us.”
“The butt stuff is probably a dead giveaway,” Callie muttered. “My Daddies give me a stuffie, and then stuff me.”
Ignoring her, Elias gestured behind him toward the storage area. “This is just a proposal, Sierra, not a demand. This is yours if you want it, as long as you want it. Give your stuffies a new lease of life and find them new homes with the Littles who come through these doors.”
Her heartbeat pulsed at the base of her throat, thick and fast. It was an amazing offer, one she’d jump at if she was more self-confident. There was just too much going on right now for her to accept it without thinking it over first—or overthinking it, in this case.
Moving to Denver, leaving her friends behind, facing the prospect of a whole new routine and schedule, exploring her Little side without hiding…
What if she said yes and failed?
What if no one wanted her stuffies and they just sat on the shelves gathering dust? Staring at her with desolate eyes, wondering why they weren’t loveable enough to go home with someone.
Much like she’d been the night Liam invited her in to Avalon.
“Think about it, sweetheart. There’s no rush, don’t feel pushed into making a decision.” Elias squeezed her shoulder lightly, then stepped away. “Are you staying a while, Liam?”
“Yeah, if Sierra wants to play for a bit longer.” Liam’s arm hooked around her waist, giving her a strong chest to sag back against as her knees turned to jello.
“Mind if I leave Callie with you for an hour or so? She’s been dying to test the facilities but with no one else here, it’s been lonely for her. I need to assist Van in a meeting for a development in San Francisco; we should be done by five.” Eli checked his watch, calculating. “Perhaps you and Sierra would like to join us for dinner after, if she’s not too tired?”
Liam laughed. “Are you trying to desensitize my sub, Eli?”
A wicked, oh-so British grin transformed his face. “You’ve seen straight through my ploy.” He held out his arm to his wife, curling it around her back when she slipped under to wrap herself around him like a vine. “Little one, Master Liam and Mistresses Violet and Ericka are in charge. You will behave, do as you’re told, and keep the drama to a minimum, am I understood?”
She bit her lip. “The llama drama?”
“Anydrama, llamas included. Can you guess the punishment if you misbehave?”
“A spanking?” Callie sounded far too hopeful.
“Oh no, little one. You’ll go to bed when we get home, no dinner, and no cock. For a week,” Eli added with a sadistic twinkle in his eye. “Before you argue how that’s going to punish Evander unfairly, just remember I can ride our husband with more stamina than a PBR cowboy going for eight seconds in the championship round at the world finals.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Sufficiently warned, Callie poked her bottom lip out in a pout.
“Bull riding, Eli? Really?” Liam asked in a low voice.
“It’s a strangely addictive sport to watch,” came the response. “I’ve discovered watching the wrecks satisfies some of the urge to cause pain. Blame Evander for getting me hooked.” Ducking his dark head, Eli seized his wife’s protruding lip between his teeth and bit, kissing her fiercely when she yelped. “Be a good girl, Callie, and maybe I’ll lube up your ass before I fuck it later.”
Sierra avoided all eye contact with him after that parting statement, staring at the floor until she heard the Dom’s feet carry him out of the Nursery, just in case he locked that sadism on her; she had enough to manage with her own Dom’s brand of rough sex.
“Oh, I do love that man and his filthy mouth,” Callie murmured, sighing happily. With a giggle, she sprang forwardto capture Sierra’s hands, bouncing on the toes of her sneakers. “Wanna play in the ball pit?”
The switch from adult to Little was so seamless, Sierra took a moment to catch up. It took some persuasion—from her own stubborn brain and a few strokes of Liam’s hand down her arm—to shed her adult persona and slide into Little space.
Stuffie stores and adult business could wait a few hours, she decided. The possibilities and responsibilities involved needed to percolate for a while until she grasped them fully, and she required time to do that.
“Jungle gym?” she replied, expecting to get shot down with a tamer suggestion.
Instead, Callie hopped faster, squealing in excitement. “Race you, race you!”
Liam dropped a kiss on the top of Sierra’s head before letting her go. “Have fun, babygirl. I’ll be over with Violet if you need me.”
“C’mon, Sierra!” Grabbing her hand, Callie tugged her forward, laughing maniacally as she completely embraced her Little side again and yanked Sierra headlong into hers. “I wanna swing!”
Oddly enough, that sounded… wonderful.
