Sabine is lucky she’s sitting in a chair at all. She should be grateful. Apparently, Abby hasn’t been granted that pleasure this evening. She’s on her knees between Julius and Beck.
We spoke of their motives while the women were outside. I know part of the reason they’re being so hard on Abby this evening is to put Sabine at ease. It’s working, and I’m grateful.
I love how she fidgets next to me. She’s her adorable self when she squirms. She fights it, but she likes it when I touch her so blatantly, especially when someone might see us. The thought of getting caught seems to heighten her arousal.
Dinner goes smoothly. Sabine even interacts with Julius, Beck, and Levi when they speak to her. She seems to relax as time ticks by. She sits politely, eats what she is served, and manages to stay out of trouble. That’s saying something for Sabine. I’ve decided mischief runs through her veins.
When we finish eating, we move to the library, but we don’t stay long before I announce that it’s past Sabine’s bedtime.
She glances down at my words, wringing her hands in front of her as she squirms on my lap. Abby is curled up on one end of a loveseat, Beck beside her with a hand on her hip. She’s been mostly quiet for the second half of the evening, though I’ve noticed her watching Sabine closely. I don’t blame her. I’m glad she’s paying attention to her friend.
When we’re back in the car, I ask Sabine, “How did it go with Abby while you were outside?”
“It went well, Sir. Thank you for bringing me.”
“I want you to be able to talk things out with your friends. I don’t want you to feel isolated through this process.”
She nods. “We talked. She helped me understand some things better.” She doesn’t offer me more information, and I don’t pry. She needs to be able to have a confidante. Someone she can trust to unload with. I won’t question her further. If she wants to share with me, she will. Besides, I have no right. I’m a temporary Daddy figure. This experiment is meant to help her find her true self, I remind myself. I don’t need to be privy to her every thought and feeling. She has her journal for that.
At home, I let her bathe herself, telling her that she’s old enough to do so at twelve. I don’t even interrupt her until I hear her exit the bathroom.
I stroll back through the adjoining door and meet her at her bed. She’s wearing the thin white baby doll nightie I left her. It’s frilly around the edges, and she looks angelic in it. She has taken the braids out of her hair, and it’s hanging loose down her back.
I sit on the edge of her bed and pull her between my legs. I love doing this. Holding her close. Bringing us face to face.
She sets her hands on my shoulders. “I was good today,” she announces in a slightly babyish voice that makes me smile.
“Yes, you were, and I’m going to reward you.”
She presses her body closer. “I’m not sure I like your no-sex rule.”
I draw in a breath. I’m certain I don’t like my no-sex rule. My cock is harder than nails tonight. “Too bad. Sex is off the table for the duration of our agreement.” Two long weeks.
“Could I maybe at least give you a blow job?” she asks, her voice coy.
I groan. “No, little one, you may not. And don’t ask again. You have enough on your plate. I want you to focus fully on yourself for two weeks without worrying about me.” I slide my hands up over her naked bottom and then higher to stroke the sides of her breasts. “But I will make you feel good on days when you manage to stay out of trouble.”
She shivers at my touch and arches her chest toward me. Her nipples are visibly stiff peaks under the thin material of her nightie. I slide my hands around to cup her breasts and fondle her nipples, making her rise onto her toes and whimper.
I love that sound so much. It does nothing to dampen my own arousal, but I’ll take care of myself after I leave her to sleep.
Ignoring my lust, I slide my hands back down to her waist and lift her off the floor. “Straddle me, little one.”
She lifts her feet and sets them down on both sides of my thighs, sliding them forward until she’s seated on my spread legs. She’s breathing heavily in this new position that forces her pussy to be fully exposed. Her hands land on my shoulders.
“If you can leave your hands right there, baby girl, I’ll make you feel so good.”
She nods. “I can, Sir.”
I smooth my palms up to cup her breasts again, enjoying the slight weight of them and the way her nipples respond to my touch. When I pinch them sharply, she moans and shuffles closer to me.
“Stay still, little one.” I don’t want her pressing her pussy against my cock. I’ll come if she does that. Even through my pants.
She squirms in response, her tits jiggling as she sways in every direction.
I finally take pity on her and ease my hands down her body, around to her bottom, and over her lower cheeks. I give them a squeeze, knowing my actions pull her lips apart.
She tips her head back, her mouth falling open. So responsive, when I have yet to touch her where she most needs the attention.
I slide both hands under her bottom and part her labia wide, stroking the sensitive skin.
She moans again, louder this time, and then she cries out when I drag a finger through her folds. She’s so damn wet. Dripping.
I use that arousal to coat and circle her clit next. Her shudder is precious. The look of pure ecstasy on her
