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“I love it when you call me Dada.”
“You do?” she asked. She’d felt silly when she’d done it earlier. She’d been worried it was too babyish.
“I do because it signifies that you’re in your tiniest headspace and that makes Dada so happy.”
“Why?” she asked. She couldn’t really understand what he was getting out of all of all of this.
“Because it means you trust me enough to meet all of your needs. Daddy knows being Little isn’t easy, Bitty. It’s hard to give yourself over to me like you do. I control everything when you’re submitting like this to me. Your food, drinks, baths, potty needs. Your submission is a beautiful gift, baby, and I am so incredibly grateful for it.”
Dallas’ eyes filled with tears and she didn’t know what to say, but just like a good Daddy Dom, Pike knew that, so instead of expecting her to answer, he lowered? his mouth to her neck and? sucked a mark on the sensitive skin. “Naughty Dada.”
“Mmm, not naughty. Possessive. It makes Dada so hard when he knows you are wearing his marks.” He crawled down her body leaving marks as he went.
“How many days are in the month of October, Bitty,”
“Um, thirty-one, Dada.”
“Hmmm, let’s see if I? can find thirty-one places to hide my mark on you.”
That sounded like a very good plan to Dallas.
CHAPTER 19
WEDNESDAY
“I do not understand how this is happening!” Derek said, rubbing his hands over his beard.
“What’s wrong, Dada?” Dallas asked from his hip.
“I’m not sure, Bitty.” He patted her butt as he walked toward the frazzled Ranch Master.
“Everything, okay?” Pike asked.
Derek sighed and moved back from the family of ghosts Dallas loved so much.
Pike tried to stop his laughter before it erupted from his mouth, but he was too late. Once he started laughing, so did the Ranch Master and some of his staff.
The family of ghosts had been redecorated and now they all proudly wore breasts.
“Is this a prank?” Pike asked. He’d heard about a few of the pranks Rawhide Ranch was famous for, though up until now he thought the unicorns—which were ordinary horses with dildos fixed to their heads—was his favorite story.
“It seems that way. It started Monday night. Nanny J noticed them in the Littles’ Wing. Then yesterday morning they appeared in the cafeteria decor. By the afternoon they filled all ofthe bulletin boards and hallways, and now it seems they’ve made it to the main entrance way.
“Ghosts with breasts,” Erika said, shaking her head.
“No. Not breasts,” Dallas said from his hip. “Boo-bies,” she said before dissolving into giggles.
“Oh my gosh,” Pike said, laughing again. “Did you have anything to do with this Little girl?”
“Me? Why would you think that, Dada? Maybe it was Niki Rope and Danica.”
“Are those the ghosts that you’re hosting?” Derek asked her, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tried to hold back his laughter.
“Yes, Master Derek. They’re very naughty.”
“Hmmm, you know, come to think of it, all the ghostie guests haunting the Ranch seem to be naughty. Desmond, Sadie’s ghost, filled the ice maker with M&Ms.”
“So, so naughty,” Dallas agreed, batting her long eyelashes at the man.
