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We stay like that for a couple of minutes before he slowly pulls out of me, his cum dripping down the inside of my leg. Then, to my complete and utter shock, he leans down and uses his fingers to scoop up the wetness before he pushes it back into my pussy.

“If you’re going to the bar tonight, I want you filled with my cum, so you remember exactly who you belong to.”

Holy crap on a cracker.

He gives my bottom a swat and chuckles before he heads toward the bathroom. “Stay right there. I’ll clean you up a little bit so you’re not a complete mess tonight.”

Oh gee, how kind of him.

I always wondered if Dane would be a possessive Daddy. Guess I have my answer. Daddy Dane is everything and nothing like I expected, and I am here for all of it.

20

DANE

Watching Summer play in Little Space is precious. She’s enthusiastic and uses her imagination in everything she does. From getting her Barbies ready for a runway show to teaching her baby dolls how to bake an invisible cake. She doesn’t shy away from playing just because I’m around. In fact, I think she likes that I’m here to supervise. Every so often, she glances up at me and asks my opinion about the block tower she made or the picture she colored.

After we came down from the highs of our orgasms, I put her in a pair of training panties, a pink T-shirt that only comes down to the waistband of the underwear, and a pair of socks. Then we came into the living room, and she’s been playing ever since.

Part of me wishes I could tell her she’s not going out tonight and instead keep her submersed in Little Space the entire time. Actually, all of me wishes I could do that. Not that I will. She deserves to have time with her friends, and she needs to prepare dinner for her mom and make sure she’s settled for the night.

She won’t be able to be Little all the time, and that’s okay. I love both sides of her. My only goal is to make sure she has enough time in that headspace so she doesn’t feel stressed. It might take some work to figure it all out, but that’s life. Nothing is ever as easy as it should be.

It bothers me that she keeps telling me I don’t need to come over or bring food or hang out with her mom. I’m all in with Summer, and her mom is part of that package. Sooner or later, she’ll get that. My hope is that if I keep showing her, she’ll stop saying that crap.

“Daddy, I can’t get this stupid dress off.”

I watch Summer scramble toward me, a look of complete and utter irritation on her face. When she settles between my knees and looks up at me, my cock stirs. She’s so goddamn cute.

“Little girls shouldn’t say yucky words.”

She pops her bottom lip out. “I only said stupid.”

Gently, I cup her chin and lean down until my face is only a few inches from hers. “It’s a naughty word, and you’re not allowed to say it. Understood?”

Her breathing quickens, and I’m half expecting her to defy me, but she doesn’t. Instead, she holds up the doll.

“Sorry, Daddy. I can’t get it off,” she whines.

She watches me as I work to get the dress of the big-headed doll. It’s no wonder she couldn’t do it. The head is three times the size of the body. When I finally succeed without ripping the dress, Summer looks at me like I’m her hero. Like I hung the damn moon for her. And fuck, if I could reach it, I would.

“You’re the best, Daddy!”

Before she can wiggle away from me, I reach down and scoop her up, smiling when she lets out a squeal.

“Daddy!”

I set her on my lap and wrap her in a tight hug, burying my face against her neck. “You’re my girl.”

“I know, but you’re squishing me,” she whines.

“Daddy can’t help it. You’re so squishable.”

She giggles and squirms against my hold until I finally loosen my grip. Then she plants a kiss on my cheek with a loud pop.

“You’re cute, Daddy. Can I go back to playing now?”

Even though I shake my head, I’m grinning from ear to ear as I set her on the carpet and swat her bottom. “Yes. You have thirty minutes left.”