I roll my eyes. “I don’t think the stalker much cares where I go or that Eve is with me. He’s biding his time. I’m sure he’s waiting to grab her as close to the day of the exchange as possible. That was the MO when Britney’s boss was working his deal to sell her.” I look at Davis. “You were there. You know the drill. That asshole kept close tabs on her, intending to wait until the date of the rendezvous so she would be easy to snag. These people aren’t in the business of keeping a bunch of women hostage for days or weeks.”
“Why not?” Roman asks.
Davis sighs. “Because they want the women to be in top physical condition at the exchange. If they take them too early, they run the risk of them not eating or drinking or having to struggle which leaves marks on them.”
“Jesus,” Julius mutters.
The thought of anyone snagging Eve and possibly torturing her brings bile to my stomach. “On that note, I’d like to set eyes on Eve now, if you all don’t mind.”
Everyone stands in agreement, and Roman leads us down the hallway. We enter into a huge kitchen where Eve, Lucy, and Britney are sitting at a table. They all look up with bright eyes as we enter.
“Daddy!” Britney shouts. “Look what we’re doing.”
The woman I presume to be Evelyn is also in the kitchen. She comes over to the table from the island, a bowl of what looks like pink frosting in her hands. Judging by the sugar cookies I see scattered all over the table, I’d say my guess is accurate.
Craig sets a hand on my shoulder. “I’m going to run.” He hands me a card. “Please call me if anything changes. I’ll be at the club every night it’s open until I’m certain it’s safe for everyone.”
“Thank you.” I take his card and reach into my pocket to grab one of my own before handing it to him in exchange.
“I’m leaving too,” Julius says as he turns from talking to Roman. “Judging from the incoming texts I’ve been getting, my submissive is currently restrained in an uncomfortable position awaiting punishment. Apparently, she wasn’t pleased with me leaving this morning and let that be known to Levi and Beck.”
I chuckle. “Good luck with that.”
As both men leave, I follow Roman and Davis deeper into the kitchen to join the girls. I’m surprised to notice Eve is no longer wearing the dress she came in.
Evelyn obviously notices my glance at Eve’s attire and explains. “I hope you don’t mind I lent Evelyn one of Lucy’s shirts. I didn’t want her to get frosting on her white dress.”
I smile and lean over the top of Eve to kiss her forehead as she tips her face back. She’s wearing nothing but a tight yellow T-shirt and her panties. My cock is hard the moment I see how happy she is and how stiff her nipples are. I resist the urge to reach around and pinch one of them.
She’s on her knees on the chair, a pillow under her so she can reach the cookies easier. She has a plastic knife in one hand and a cookie in the other. Sprinkles and pink frosting are all over her fingers and forearms.
“Did you get any on the cookies, baby?” I tease.
She giggles. “Yes, Daddy. Don’t be silly. See?” She holds one up. It is indeed frosted and has shiny silver sprinkles on it. “Evelyn says we can’t eat them until after lunch, and only if we eat all of our lunch, and only if you say it’s okay to eat them.”
“I notice Evelyn also gets to call you by your given name, hmm?”
She grins as she shrugs. “We have the same name.”
I can’t stop smiling. What a delightful life Roman has here. He seems to have everything imaginable for a little in his home. In fact, the table where the girls are sitting is not a standard size. It’s smaller. Just right for adult littles who are on the petite side.
Evelyn addresses Davis next. “You’ll be delighted to know that your sweet girl let me know she isn’t permitted to use knives. Not even plastic ones. I gave her a soft spatula.”
Britney holds up the spatula to show Davis. She’s beaming.
“Good girl, sweetie.” Davis kisses the top of her head. “I can’t wait to taste these cookies.”
Lucy shifts her weight back and forth from one knee to the other. “Daddy, can we go in the hot tub after lunch? Please?”
He tugs one of her braids. “We’ll see. I’m not sure how long everyone can stay, blossom. Plus, it’s chilly outside. Davis and Colt might not want to stand out in the cold while you girls splash in the water.”
Lucy pouts. “You could stay in here in the kitchen where it’s warm, Daddy.”
Roman’s eyebrows reach clear to the ceiling. “How many years have you been my little girl, blossom?”
“A lot. Almost seven,” she murmurs.
“And how many times have I permitted you to go outside unsupervised in that time?”
“None, Sir.” Her voice is meek now.
“Why is that?”
She sighs, her shoulders slumping. “Because it’s not safe for little girls to be near the hot tub without an adult present.”
“Would you like me to spank you now in front of your friends or later after they leave?”
“Later, Sir.”
“I thought so. Now, finish frosting your cookies and then you can have some lunch.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I watch this exchange in total awe, my gaze shifting from Lucy to Eve several times. Eve is flushed and biting her bottom lip. She’s also shifting her weight back and forth like Lucy. Only in her case, it’s because she’s aroused. I can sense it. I can’t speak for Lucy. She may be aroused too for all I know. Doesn’t matter. Eve is the one who has my attention.
The girls finish frosting the cookies a few minutes later, and Evelyn hands each of us a warm washcloth to clean them up.
I wipe Eve’s fingers
