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Her cries stopped, and she twisted to look back at him with watery eyes. “You love me?”

Pausing, he pinned her with a stare. “Yes, baby girl. More than anything. I’m so fucking in love with you it’s not even funny. You’re mine, and I take care of what’s mine, even if your bottom pays the price.”

She let out a sob as tears spilled down her cheeks. “I love you too, Daddy.”

It was as if a dam had broken, and all the emotions she’d been bottling up for however long came pouring out of her. He started spanking her again, wanting her to get it all out. When she finally went limp over his lap, he stopped and pulled her into his arms to comfort her while she cried her eyes out against his chest.

He sat quietly, rocking her against him for several minutes until her sobs became whimpers and then the occasional hiccup.

“That’s my good girl. Let’s get you ready for bed, yeah? Then I’ll snuggle you all night long.”

She nodded but stayed silent, and when he held up the pacifier to her, she immediately opened her lips and started suckling on it. He worked quickly to get her changed into a nightie and pair of training panties and then carried her into the bathroom to use the toilet. The entire time, she was fighting to stay awake. She was truly his Little girl right then, letting him take control and take care of her.

After she went potty, he cleaned her up and washed his hands, then carried her back to the bed, where he tucked her in next to her stuffed rabbit.

“Thirsty,” she murmured.

Smiling, he went to the kitchenette and filled one of the baby bottles he’d grabbed from the closet with water. This was the first time he’d given her a bottle, and just as he expected, as soon as he held the nipple to her lips, she opened her mouth and sucked down the cold liquid.

“My sweet baby. Just sleep, dollface. Daddy’s got you,” he whispered.

She let out a contented sigh, and within seconds, her breathing turned shallow, and she was out for the night.

King wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, stepping back to survey the clubhouse’s main lot. The place was buzzing as the final touches came together. His MC brothers worked like a well-oiled machine—setting up tables, stringing up lights, and ensuring that everything was in place for the fundraising party.

It was chaotic, but it worked for all of them. With so many Littles around, they were used to chaos.

Across the lot, the Littles were hard at work decorating, their giggles carrying over the noise of last-minute preparations. Carlee and Ivy were blowing up balloons—though half of them ended up getting batted around like playthings—while Remi and Harper tied colorful streamers to every available surface. Ella stood in the center of it all, directing everyone with a nervous energy that King could see from a mile away.

She had been worrying non-stop about it all, and even though he knew it would be a success, he understood how important this was for her.

With a shake of his head, he turned back to Steele and Atlas, who were hauling in crates of food and drinks.

“We good on the catering setup?” King asked, lifting a hand to adjust the collar of his cut.

It was the perfect day for this. Warm and sunny with a gentle breeze in the air.

Steele nodded. “Yeah, food trucks are parking along the right-hand side of the clubhouse. Bartender’s setting up inside for the adults, and we’ve got plenty of non-alcoholic stuff for the kids and Littles.”

“Games?”

Storm walked past, giving King a thumbs-up. “Bouncy house is good to go, dunk tank’s filling up, and Doc’s got the face-painting table sorted.”

King grinned.Perfect.Everything was coming together as he’d hoped, but there was still one thing left—his surprise for Ella. But that would come after the party started.

He spotted her standing near the entrance of the compound, nervously chewing on her lip. He took a second to watch her, admiring how she threw herself into the event planning. It was important to her, which was one of the many reasons he loved her so much. She cared about others, and it showed.

She looked beautiful—hair pinned back with a small bow, wearing a sundress that flowed down to her knees, and a pair of sparkly sandals that matched her personality perfectly.

My girl.

King made his way over, stepping behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. She jumped slightly, but when she realized who it was, she immediately relaxed against him.

“Daddy,” she sighed, resting her head on his chest. “I feel like I’m forgetting something.”

“You’re not,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You’ve done an amazing job, Little one. This is going to be perfect.”

She turned in his arms, looking up at him with big, worried eyes. “What if no one shows up?”

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