“Daddy, what do I do?” she asked.

  “Sit up, Winnie.” His hands helped her change positions. As her weight settled on his pelvis, driving him deeper, her eyes widened even more.

  Scythe gripped her hips and bounced her slightly. A gasp tumbled from her lips. He shifted her forward to rub her clit on his pelvis, and she quickly repeated the action, grinding herself against him.

  “Play, Little girl. Make yourself come.”

  He captured her hands and pressed them to his abdomen. Immediately, her fingers explored his body. Each time she moved, his cock glided inside her. He held himself still, only shifting when she bounced or stirred on top of him. Quickly, she realized she had the power and could help herself feel good. He guided her at times to show her how different angles could make this position become completely new.

  Soon, her breathing increased, and her fingers gripped his torso tightly. She was almost there but struggled to push herself over the brink. “Help me, Daddy.”

  Scythe seized control and made love to Winnie. Drawing on her experimentation with what brought her pleasure, he pushed her arousal to the edge. More turned on by this shy woman than ever before, he tried to memorize how good she felt wrapped around him.

  Her cute squeal of pleasure signaled her climax. Winnie’s pussy tightened around his cock like a velvet fist. He couldn’t resist. Thrusting quickly into her tightness, Scythe triggered his own orgasm. His shout echoed throughout the room, ricocheting off the walls.

  As their movements slowed, he drew her back to stretch out on his chest. Her heart rate slowed against him as her breathing settled. Scythe kissed her temple as he eased her down to his side to rest, cuddled close to him. Her soft protest as his cock slid from her warmth went straight to his heart. He quickly took care of the condom and relaxed.

  Damn, I love this woman.

  Sex was definitely his favorite bedtime story to help lure her to rest. Scythe closed his eyes. He waited until Winnie drifted to sleep before joining her.

  Chapter 16

  Winnie stared at the door into the garage. The motorcycle had roared away fifteen minutes ago, but she kept hoping that the door would reopen, and Scythe would come back in. He hadn’t wanted to leave her, but Lucien had called. She’d assured him repeatedly that she would be fine without him.

  I miss him already.

  As much as she loved teaching, hanging out with Scythe was a much bigger thrill. Winnie forced herself to go grab one of her outfits from Scythe’s closet. He had insisted on unpacking her clothes and putting them in drawers and on hangers before he left.

  She liked that he wanted her to be with him. He’d talked over breakfast like the decision had already been made for her to move in permanently with him. Crossing her fingers, she continued to get dressed. Staying here with Scythe would be a Little girl’s dream.

  Remembering work, she sighed and grabbed her laptop. Sure enough, an email from Lorraine had arrived stating Winnie hadn’t left lesson plans for the sub. Before she could panic, Winnie found a message from Abby, who’d checked with the substitute before school and had given her a copy of Winnie’s detailed notes for the day.

  Winnie messaged her thanks to her bestie on her phone before replying to her principal’s nasty email and copying the human resources department director. She attached her previous email to Lorraine in the office and Mandy in HR, along with the timestamp of when each had opened the documents. She also responded with the message, “I’m sorry, the district email system isn’t working. Thank goodness I left several copies with teachers around the building, just in case. Let me know if the sub runs into any other problems.”

  She rolled her eyes as she closed her laptop and stowed it away. Hopefully, Mandy would have something to say to Lorraine. She’d have to deal with her when she got back. Lorraine was going to be pissed when her deception and attempts to prove Winnie had not fulfilled her professional responsibilities flopped. Pushing that out of her mind, she focused on the tasks at hand.

  Not bothering with makeup, she headed out in the garage for her car and discovered the remote control attached to her rearview mirror and a house key. She smiled at Scythe’s efforts to care for her. A couple of minutes later, she realized she was daydreaming about how swoon-worthy her boyfriend was.

  Daddy. She corrected herself. Scythe would be proud of her.

  Her first stop that morning was at the small chapel her mother had chosen for a cozy service. She’d already talked to the minister but wanted to take over a printed sheet with a few facts about her mother so he could personalize her memorial service on Friday.

  With that finished, she drove to her mother’s house. All the lights were on at ten o’clock in the morning. Wondering what was going on, Winnie let herself into the house, finding chaos. Cabinets stood open with items falling out of them. Someone had tossed everything from clothing to potholders across the carpet. The contents of boxes spilled over on the sofa cushions and coffee table. Had someone broken in?

  “Belinda? Are you here?” she frantically called from the doorway.

  Her stepsister appeared in the living room. Her hair was frazzled and dark circles were under her eyes. Winnie knew immediately she hadn’t slept well.

  “Are you okay?” Winnie asked, walking close. “Did someone rob us?”

  “Are you kidding? There’s nothing here to steal. Just a lot of pictures, mementos, and crap,” Belinda spat.

  “You did this?”

  “Parents are supposed to leave you a ton of money, right? I can’t find where my dad or your mom stashed anything! All that’s here is the money from the guns.”

  “I have the will here. We’ve gone over it before,” Winnie told her, waving the folder her mother had put together before she got too ill to move around.

  “They had to have some investments or a nest egg to fall back on. Are you hiding something from me?” Belinda accused.

  A shiver of fear ran down her spine. Belinda was out of control. “No, Belinda. We can sit down and go over their assets. Your dad’s life insurance went to fix the car of the person they hit in the accident. Mom only had this house left. We’ll have to sell it to pay off the loan.”

  “What happens to the money leftover from the sale of the house?” Belinda demanded.

  “We’ll have to use any extra to pay for the funeral and mom’s last expenses. Whatever is left, we’re supposed to split,” Winnie told her.

  “What do we do with this junk?” Belinda asked, pointing to the many boxes she’d dumped.

  “Keep what’s important to each of us and get rid of the rest. We could have an estate sale. Someone might like the furniture,” Winnie said.

  “I want all of that. What are you going to do, throw me out in the street with nothing?”

  “Of course not. Belinda, have you had any sleep? Everything will seem better after you rest. These are decisions we’ll have to make after the will is settled and we have time to figure out what we want to do. None of this goes quickly. I promise we’ll talk every step of the way.”

  Belinda stopped frantically looking around. Her shoulders dropped into a less tense position. “You promise?”

  “Of course. We’re sisters,” Winnie stressed. “Mom loved you. We won’t get much after all the medical bills and her final arrangements are paid, but whatever happens, we’ll do this together.”

  “Okay,” Belinda said and exhaled heavily. “I came home, and you were gone. The house was dark and abandoned.”

  “I’m sorry. I’m going to stay with Scythe…. Hopefully forever.”

  “The motorcycle guy? He’s handsome, but really? A biker and a second-grade teacher? How’s that going to look?”

  Winnie hesitated for a minute, searching her heart. “I don’t care what anyone thinks of our relationship. I care about how it feels.”

  Belinda seemed to consider her answer before commenting, “Maybe I need to spend some time at Inferno. That dress seemed to work magic for you.”

  “I got lucky, Belinda. But it’s a fun place.” Winnie smiled at her and added, “It’s going to be a big change for both of us, Belinda.”

  Her stepsister sighed dramatically, cluing Winnie in that she’d solved the conflict for now. More sparks would fly in the future, but hopefully, they could resolve those as well.

  “I know,” Belinda said sadly. “We’re the only ones left now.”

  “But that’s the good part. We still have each other,” Winnie said with a smile and walked forward to hug Belinda.

  “Yeah.” Belinda scanned the house, taking in the mess she had made. “Want to help me put this stuff away?”

  “Let’s do this,” Winnie agreed.

  In an hour, they’d restored most things to their rightful places. Belinda headed to her bedroom to sleep as Winnie went through the folder for what felt like the thirtieth time. She made some phone calls to relatives and canceled some credit cards. Finally, she packed a few more clothes and keepsakes from her room.

  If Belinda was ransacking different areas, Winnie wanted to grab those items precious to her. Winnie could store them in her trunk if her stuff took up too much room in Scythe’s tidy house. Slamming the trunk lid down with all her force, she managed to secure everything she wanted to keep.

  Heading back in the house, Winnie checked off the tasks she’d needed to complete from her list. She left a note on the table telling Belinda to call if she needed to talk and asked her sister to order food for the house in case the relatives visited. Hopefully, with something special to do, Belinda wouldn’t freak out again. Crossing her fingers, Winnie headed to the lawyer’s office.

  Why didn’t I go to the bathroom at the lawyer’s office? She squeezed her legs together and kept driving. Giving herself a pep talk, Winnie reminded herself she was almost to Scythe’s. Just a few more minutes. Winnie pressed down on the gas, hoping she wouldn’t attract the attention of a cop.

  She came in hot to the gate to the Devil Daddies complex. Lurching to a stop at the entrance, Winnie swallowed hard as a heavily tattooed biker emerged from the gatehouse to check her out. When he stopped at the side of her car, she squeaked, “I’m Winnie.” And then she remembered to say, “Scythe.”

  The stony-faced man’s face transformed as he smiled. “Winnie. I’m glad to meet you. I’m Pirate.”

  “Hi, Pirate. It’s nice to meet you too. Am I okay to go inside?”

  “Definitely. Let me raise the gate. Enjoy your evening.”

  Winnie drove through with a carefree wave while inside her heart was beating a thousand times a minute. Pirate. All he needed was an eye patch. Or a parrot.

  An image popped into her mind of the dangerous-looking man with a parrot on his shoulder, and giggles erupted. She was laughing so hard as she pulled into the driveway. She was afraid to get out in case she wet her pants. When the garage door went up, Scythe stood in the middle of the open space. Just seeing him, blew her wavering control to pieces.

  Winnie shifted into park and threw open the door. Rolling out of her car, she laughed harder at the surprised expression on his face. That was it. She lost control. Standing by the side of her car, a torrent of pee raced from her to stream down the driveway.

  She was almost hysterical now, as her amusement blended with mortifying embarrassment. Winnie covered her face with her hands and hoped to disappear. Scythe was at her side immediately. He wrapped his arms around her, shielding her.

  “Scythe,” she whispered frantically. “Let me go. I’m wet.”

  “I don’t care.”

  His tone was final. He really didn’t give a fuck. When she finished peeing, Scythe kissed her head and asked, “You okay?”

  “Yes… I wish the ground would swallow me up.”

  “Not happening,” he told her firmly. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the house.

  “Scythe! My car’s still running.”

  “It’s fine. One of the Devils will turn it off,” he told her as he headed for the bedroom.

  “Someone saw?” She hid her face against his chest.

  “A Devil Daddy will drive by in a bit and take care of it. The MC watches out for each other.”

  After breathing a sigh of relief that no one had watched, Winnie pressed a kiss to his jaw as he carried her into the bathroom.

  “Let me throw a towel on the ground, and you can set me down. That will wash easily.”

  “Daddy’s got you. That’s what I’m here for.”

  Scythe carried her into the large walk-in shower. Before standing her up, he balanced her with one arm so he could slip off her shoes. He dropped them in the corner.

  “Those are goners,” Winnie said sadly as he set her on her feet.

  She turned to him to apologize again and noticed the front of his T-shirt and jeans were wet. Winnie pulled the material away from his skin. Mortified, she whispered, “I’m so sorry. Take this off.”

  “You, first. Then I’ll get myself sorted.”

  “Okay. Sorry!”

  “Look at me, Little girl. Do I seem upset?”

  “Not as much as you did when I tried to bribe my way upstairs to talk to Lucien.”

  “Exactly. I’m not concerned about this at all.” He unbuttoned her first button and glanced up at her as he continued, “Tell me what made you laugh.”

  “I should have used the restroom at the lawyer’s office. My brain was tired, and I only wanted to come home.”

  “Understandable. I’m not concerned about you peeing, Little girl. Everyone pees. Well, I’m not worried about it unless you have a medical problem we need to investigate.” He looked at her meaningfully.

  “No problem here unless Pirate starts walking around with a green parrot on his shoulder.” Giggles welled up from inside her, and although she tried to control her mirth, that mental image got her. “P—Polly w—ants a cra—cracker!” she choked out as she struggled to laugh and talk simultaneously.

  “Oh, Pirate was at the gate,” Scythe commented with a knowing nod.

  That made everything funnier. Her Daddy followed her weird sense of humor with no explanations. She loved that he got her. Winnie dropped her head on his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his neck to support her. Scythe never paused in his efforts to remove her wet clothing. By the time her second round of amusement petered out, he had her naked.

  Scythe turned on the water, keeping her safely out of the cold spray until it warmed up. “Okay, Little girl. Let’s get you under the showerhead to stay cozy while Daddy gets undressed.”

  She nodded and plodded forward. She stumbled slightly, and her Daddy caught Winnie with powerful hands around her waist to stabilize her. Exhaustion clung to her like a heavy blanket. “I’m so tired, Daddy.”

  Scythe yanked his T-shirt off over his head as he said, “I know, Chipmunk. You’ve had a very involved day. Those giggles were fun, but they totally wiped you out.”

  A shower and a nap are exactly what you need,” he said as he bent down to untie his work boots.

  A couple of minutes later, he stepped in behind her and tugged her gently against his powerful frame. Winnie leaned against him heavily. “Let’s get cleaned up, precious Little girl.”

  Gently and efficiently, Scythe soaped and rinsed her full body. His reaction to her nudity thrust against her, but Scythe didn’t stray from his purpose. When he turned her around to rinse her backside, Winnie checked out his thick cock that had pressed against her.

  “I could…,” she offered, reaching a hand toward his erection.

  “Definitely not.”

  Her face fell, and she dropped her hand to her sides. He didn’t want her bumbling caresses. “I’m ready to get out.”

  “You will give me a blow job in the future, Chipmunk. I can’t wait to be buried deep inside your sweet mouth. Today, when you’re exhausted, is not the day.” Scythe guided her out of the water and wrapped a fluffy towel around her.

  “Oh. That’s better. I thought you weren’t interested.” Winnie threw herself into his arms to hug him tight.

  “When I see you, think about you, or touch you, I’m interested. You’re mine. I have intimate, smutty plans for you.” Scythe held her gaze for a short time before setting her away from him and walking forward into the water. When he dunked his head under the spray for a couple of seconds, she knew he was struggling for control.

  When he emerged, Scythe continued, “But not when you’re completely worn out.”

  “Smutty plans?” she asked.

  “The very smuttiest,” he said, turning off the water. He dried himself roughly before patting the moisture from her skin.

  “I feel so much better,” she told him as he wrapped a fresh towel around her.

  “I’m glad.”

  Scythe carried her to the nursery. He threw back the covers and stretched her out on the soft bedding. Enchanted by the way he showed how much he cared with every action, Winnie blew him a tired kiss.

  He left her side for a moment to grab something from a drawer in the dresser nearby. When he returned, Scythe threaded the thick panties over her feet and up to her calves. Instantly, Winnie stiffened as she struggled with how to react. This level of care challenged her to face how much she craved being Little.

  “Shh! You’re okay, Chipmunk. Daddy loves you so much. Now, you don’t have to worry about having an accident. These are padded to absorb anything.” He pulled them over her thighs and lifted her pelvis with one powerful hand under her bottom to slide them into place. Setting her down, he straightened the elastic before blowing a raspberry on her belly. That bit of silliness reassured her that she was safe with him.

  “Daddy!” she said.

  “Giggle all you want, Little girl. This will keep you dry.” He pulled the covers up around her neck. “Let me get Chippy.”

  A short time later, Winnie turned onto her tummy with her stuffie cuddled against her. The new panties were bulky between her legs. She wiggled to find a comfortable position. Then she closed her eyes and let her brain relax for a while as he rubbed her back. She remembered nothing after his kiss to her temple.

 

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