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with her by my side.
    "Thank you, Daddy," she says sweetly as I try to regain my breath. I don’t move, still bracing myself against the wall, when she tucks me back into my boxers, my pants, and lastly fastens my leather belt again. "I really needed that." She finishes with that giggle of hers, and I help her off the floor, a small grin on my face.
    "Adorable," I murmur and kiss her softly on the lips. "Ready to go back to my place now?"
    "Mmm, yes." She hums and snuggles into my chest.

 
Chapter 4
    Not wanting distractions such as hair products and blow-dryers that don't belong to me, I take Kayla to my guest bathroom instead of the master bath. The Jacuzzi is slightly smaller in here, but that works just fine.
    On the way to my apartment, we talked at length, no longer caring about what we've left behind. There will be ramifications with her family once Kayla and I go public, but we'll deal with it together. Limits have been discussed, albeit briefly, and desires have been shared. I also brought up protection; relief and lust coursed through me at the confirmation that we're both clean and safe.
    There's no way I'm backing out. Same goes for Kayla. She's perfect for me.
    She became even more perfect when she told me she doesn’t like to make decisions. Period.
    And now we're about to begin with the sweetest introduction, in my opinion—one where we'll get to know more about each other. It's my way of letting my Little Girl know what kind of Daddy I am, and when I told Kayla about it earlier in the car, she was definitely turned on.
    She will retreat, go back to the innocence she once possessed—back when she was a virgin and BDSM didn’t have a name; they were just naughty fantasies that she couldn’t help but get wet from.
    "I don’t get it, Daddy," she says, pretending to be confused. "Why do you want to take a bath with me?"
    After checking the water, I approach her, the anticipation building up inside of me. The tension crackles. " It's just so I can make sure you get clean enough, honey." I chuckle softly and slip a finger under the shoulder strap of her dress. "I think this needs to come off, don’t you?" I arch a brow. In the dim lighting of a few lit candles, there's a sparkle in her eyes. "I mean, we can't very well bathe with our clothes on."
    "So—" her brows knit together "—we're gonna be naked together?"
    I nod and gently push down her dress. "That’s correct." Other than the small "o" shaping her lips, she doesn’t respond. She lets me undress her, giggling when I accidently touch a ticklish spot, and she stands still when I kneel before her and slide down her white satin panties. "You're so beautiful, baby." I touch her soft skin, her flesh giving way when I apply pressure. There's not a single unwanted hair on her flawless body. "And such a pretty little pussy." I run the pad of my thumb over her wet slit.
    "Oh, Daddy." She looks away, embarrassed, and that giggle comes out as a squeak. "Why are you touching my girly parts?"
    "Did it feel good?" I stand up and look down at her in question. "Did you like it when Daddy touched you down there?"
    She swallows. "Um…I-I don’t know," she whispers. "No one's ever done that to me before."
    "That’s good." I smile and step close to unclasp her bra behind her back. "You don’t want to let boys do that. It's better you come to someone who knows what he's doing."
    Completely naked, she shifts nervously from foot to foot. She's magnificent, and she knows what she's doing. This comes as naturally to her as it does to me. "I don’t understand," she mumbles, flushing.
    "It's all right, honey. I'll explain everything. Now—" I step back "—since I helped you with your dress, perhaps you should help me, too. You can start with my shirt." I get rid of my tie myself. Shoes and socks, too.
    "Okay." With shaky fingers, she unbuttons my shirt. I watch her, and I can sense my hungry gaze is the cause for her squirming. "And now?" she squeaks, letting my