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A charge passed between them as their eyes locked, and Lilith was almost positive they were thinking the same thing: Could that be her? Could she be Vance’s forever little girl?

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Vance had always had some vague notion that when he’d found the one, he’d know right away. Like a lightning strike or a flanker’s shoulder to the ribs on the rugby pitch, he’d expected a physical sensation, his world being rocked.

It had been slower coming with Lil than one of those acute blows, but the realization was none the less powerful for it. He still felt concussed by the impact.

Lilith was the one for him, he was sure of it. Now he just had to make her believe it. But not yet because he’d already thrown more than enough at her in the past several days and she needed some breathing room before he could pummel her with anything else like “Hey, I think you’re my forever girl. I want to be with you all the time, I never want you to leave, I think you’re incredible, and I just fucking love you, okay.” Yeah, that’d probably be too much.

“Here, let me show you the master suite. You’re going to love the shower,” he told her as he tipped his head toward the door.

Vance hoped she would love everything about his home even if it wasn’t exactly her style. She seemed to feel comfortable enough in Thistledon even though it was more like a log cabin than a Transylvanian castle so he figured the odds weren’t terrible.

He showed her around, helped her hang up her clothes in the closet, put other things away in drawers, set Flaps against the pillows on her side of the bed, but left the rocks. No, not rocks. Crystals. Woo woo stuff wasn’t really his thing but she could make a chandelier out of those things and hang it over the bed if she wanted to, as long as she stayed.

Now she was standing in the middle of the room, digging the toe of her iridescent boot into the carpet and twisting her hands together. Was she nervous? Did she have regrets?

He crossed the few feet to her and gripped her biceps. “Hey Lil, talk to me.”

“I—I’m glad I came, and your house is so nice. But now I just… I don’t know what to do.”

“Would it have been easier if I’d let you jimmy the lock on the back door to get in?” he teased, and she stuck her tongue out. That he knew what to do with. “Too late. And we should get you to bed soon, but first I think that sass just earned you a spanking.”

He’d drop it if she were too worn out but the glint in her eye told him the familiar play was welcome, maybe even needed. Sometimes when little girls were anxious or out of sorts, a spanking was just the ticket to set them straight again, clear their busy heads.

Not that he’d mind the chance to focus on reddening her delicious backside instead of worrying about keeping the tension on the line just right. Lilith wasn’t a fish and he wasn’t reeling in the catch of the day for fuck’s sake. No, that’d be way easier.

He circled his hand around her wrist and towed her over to the bed, tugging her over his lap before she had a chance to really get her footing. Made his heart happy when he felt her sigh against his thighs. Yeah, this was familiar, this was what they were good at, this they didn’t need to discuss or fret over. Kink was the easy part.

After Vance had gotten Lil situated perfectly, settled her against his midsection with her head and thick-soled boots on the bed, he rucked up her full skirt, shoving the layers of tulle and cotton and something satiny up to her waist to bare her butt cheeks that were encased in blood red lace.For fuck’s sake.

He wasn’t going to pin her hands because he wasn’t going to be very rough with her. Despite framing it as a disciplinary spanking for her tongue antics, they both knew this wasn’t a punishment. It was for fun, for focus, for some amount of stress relief. And then he was going to fuck her into a sweet little puddle of Daddy worship before tucking his exhausted little poppet into his bed.

For half an hour, he dedicated himself to steadily building an even warmth and color on his little girl’s bottom, pausing to rub her soft pinkening skin or to draw his blunt nails over the sensitized flesh because it made him horny as fuck to have her shiver over his lap.

He thought too from the smell of her arousal wafting from between her legs that Lil was just as turned on as he was. By the time he’d decided she’d had enough attention to her backside—for now, obviously—he couldn’t wait any more. He had to have her.

And from the way she licked her lips when she peered at him over her shoulder, she felt the same way. How should he have his little girl for their inaugural fuck in this bed? Sweet and slow lovemaking? A filthy quick pounding? He didn’t have the patience to work into her ass tonight although he would be again and soon.

One thing was for sure. He wanted to look into her face. There could be something incredible intimate about having a partner from behind of course—the way you moved and handled them telegraphing precisely how well you knew their hotspots, had studied their reactions and would use all those buttons to manipulate them to an explosive climax. But tonight was more straightforward. It wasn’t just about the orgasm, it was about making her feel welcome, wanted, cherished. Shouldn’t be all that hard, because she was.

He rolled her onto her back and prowled over her, burying his face in her neck, kissing and nipping at her delicate throat, her jaw, her chin, until he reached her mouth. There he kissed her hard and with abandon, roughing up her swollen lips with his teeth, stroking into her mouth with his tongue, claiming her inside and out.

Lilith arched into him, asking for more, and as much as he’d like to take his time with her, that could wait. Would have to wait because he needed her now.

He reached down and unbuttoned the bodice of her dress, tugging the cups of her matching dark red bra down to frame her moon-pale tits with their rosy nipples. Then set to devouring her, sucking at the cherrystone-hard peaks, biting the tender flesh, kneading at her with unmerciful fingers in ways that made her gasp and rock her hips beneath him.

“Please, Daddy,” she whimpered. “Please don’t make me wait. I need you.”

Any other time he would take the opportunity to torment her more. Daddy decided what his lil bit got and when. But the truth was that his dick was already straining at the fly of his pants and he didn’t want to wait either.

No, he didn’t even bother undressing either of them or taking her boots off, but reached down and freed his erection from his slacks before grabbing a condom and rolling it over his length. Kneeling in between her widespread thighs, he looked down at her, surveying his gorgeous little girl.

“Don’t you worry, poppet. Daddy’s going to take care of you.”

Before she could reply, he was on his knees and leaning forward, angling his cock to sink inside his little Hell Child. As always, she was slick and warm and welcoming. Vance groaned as he pushed inside her, enjoying the tightness of the initial stroke and almost coming when Lil tipped her head back and half-moaned, half-sighed. Yes, this was simple between them. Had been from the start.

And for tonight, he’d take advantage, take it easy on them both by revving her up with rough hands as he snapped his hips to bury his cock deep inside her until she was canting her hips up to meet him, panting, muttering “Please, Daddy, please, please, please.”

Vance cuffed his hand around her throat, exerting a small amount of pressure and her lips parted as her hands fell to the sides of her head. Sweet submissive little doll.

His other hand gave him the leverage to shift the angle of his thrusts and soon Lil’s obsidian eyes were rolling back in her head as her whole body stiffened and then collapsed as she called out for her daddy, her internal muscles pulsing around him until he came with a roar, emptying everything he had into his little girl, his princess of darkness.


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