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"Daddy … I want pizza." Neriah kissed my cheek and then went back to holding my face.

"That's cool because I want wings," I said to her.

"I want wings." She turned my head toward her face to make sure I heard her. I snickered at her bossy behavior.

"You said pizza."

"And wings." She squished my lips, and I chuckled, making her giggle.

"Daddy got lips like a duck."

I moved my lips together and apart and she mocked me before it tickled her silly.

"Well, I'll let you go." Lauren put the polite smile back on.

"Join us. You're off, right?" I suggested.

"Yes, but it's a conflict of interest." She said.

"Maybe, but I won't hold it against you. It's just pizza."

"Salt, I—"

"Mine, right? I can feed you if I want."

Lauren nodded once and turned on her heels. She went inside and grabbed her things and then I drove us to get food. We ate inside and it didn't take long to get seated. I ordered pizza and wings for me and Neriah. Lauren went with salad and wings.

Neriah insisted that the chicken tasted better off my plate, so I cut her pizza into strips and she lived her best life. Lauren and I laughed and joked most of the evening. She even played games with Neriah on the coloring sheet they gave her. They bonded all the way down to falling asleep in the car together. Tanya wasn't home, which benefited me since I didn't want Neriah with her,anyway. But there was the issue of getting Lauren home when she wouldn't wake up.

I drove home and carried Neriah inside to put her to bed. When I returned, Lauren was half awake.

"Now you wake up." I joked.

"It was the car door closing." She mumbled.

"Good to know."

"I guess I was more tired than I thought." She yawned.

"Well, I can get you a car home. With Neriah asleep, I can't take you." I offered.

"Sure." Another yawn surfaced and her eyes drooped close.

"Lauren, how about you come inside, take a nap, and then I'll send you home when you can be more alert?"

"Mhm…" she nodded.

I helped her from the car and upstairs. I didn't bother taking her to the guest room, since I wanted to feel her in my arms. Had wanted to since I met her. Removed her shoes and got her settled in before I took off my own and my shirt. Lying next to her, I pulled her into my arms and exhaled when she wrapped her arms around me. Head on my chest, knee on my thigh, hands holding me back, I was in heaven. I put my arm behind my head, the other around her waist, and I kissed the top of her head.

Yeah … the good doctor was on to something. Lauren felt good in a lot of ways. If the scale kept tipping in her favor, she'd have a bigger problem on her hands. One laced with diamonds and a tale of forever. When I told Dr. Cushions that I needed a submissive woman to marry, she said she had the perfect remedy. She had met my requirements on many levels, and she felt right from the moment she walked in. There was still a lot to discuss, but for now, things were as they should be. I didn’t have to wonder if she was in it for the money or my lifestyle, becauseshe didn’t know who I truly was. She’d see me for who I am before she learned what I was into.

I woke up to Lauren kissing on the side of my neck while she caressed my chest. My dick was rock hard, and she pressed against me, grinding her pussy against my thigh. Somebody needed some attention.

“Before I roll over and grab this condom, is this your way of saying that you’re ready for me to get that car for you or are you trying to stay and play?” I didn’t bother opening my eyes since it was pitch black in the room. Often it was late when I came home, so I slept in and hated the light shining in. Not that it was anything close to being daylight outside.

“I’ve been good…” she whispered. “I haven’t touched myself and it’s been days.”

“Are you staying… or going?” I asked again.

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