Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

" H i, Molly. I'm glad to see you back," Gabriel called from the kitchen when they walked in.

"Hi, Gabriel."

"Have you eaten?"

"Yes, thank you. We had pizza," Molly explained. She looked up at him repeatedly. He knew she was wondering why the man greeted her and not Faust.

Pressing an arm to her lower back, Faust urged her closer to the kitchen island where Gabriel stood as he pulled her suitcase behind him. "Hey, got anything for a Little girl's lunch tomorrow?"

"Leftover lasagna or crackers and cheese?" Gabriel asked.

"Lasagna, please, if it's not too much work. I've been eating crackers at work for a few days," Molly admitted.

"Gotcha. Lunches are absolutely no problem. If you'll tell me what you like and what you can't eat, I'll order some things especially for you."

"Oh, I don't want to be a problem. I'll eat anything."

"Tell him what you told me at the restaurant," Faust urged.

"I can just pick them off. It's not a bother," Molly said quickly.

"She doesn't like mushrooms or bell peppers," Faust revealed for her.

"No allergies, Molly? Peanuts? Gluten?" Gabriel asked, pulling out his phone to make some notes.

"No. I'm not allergic to anything. I can pick out mushrooms and peppers."

"Not happening. Everyone has their favorites and yuck foods. I'll make sure your meals are free from the things you don't like. What kind of pizza did you have?" Gabriel asked.

"My favorite, pepperoni!" she shared.

"And what do you know—that's Faust's favorite, too," Gabriel mentioned.

"I know. That's fun."

"Molly, I should be up in the morning when you leave but if not, I'm going to leave your lunch in refrigerator two. I'll label a place with your name." Gabriel opened the fridge to show her several of the Littles' names hanging down. There were colorful lunch bags with their names written on them.

"Are you sure it's not an imposition?" Molly asked.

"Not at all. I'm glad to know you're getting something good for lunch," Gabriel assured her as he closed the door and walked back to the counter.

"Could you have someone check this out?" Faust asked, pulling the lollipop he'd found tucked under Molly's windshield wiper. "She's had a couple left on her car."

"I don't like that," Gabriel said. His expression hardened to rival Faust's.

"Daddy, I… Never mind, I can see you're busy," Eden said, turning around.

"Back here, Little girl," Gabriel ordered. "What have you done wrong?"

"Nothing? You just looked so pissed off, I thought I should give you time to relax," Eden said quickly.

"You weren't the one who shook up my favorite beer at the bar?" he asked.

Eden shook her head quickly.

"There are cameras in the commons room, Ladybug."

Eden looked at Faust to confirm that fact. When he nodded solemnly, Eden quickly apologized. "I shouldn't have. It slipped and then I thought maybe it would be funny. They say beer is good to condition your hair. I bet your beard will gleam."

"Go tell that to Storm. He's the one that got sprayed," Gabriel suggested, pointing at the muscular man whose T-shirt was plastered to his skin.

"Storm?" Eden swallowed hard.

"Let's go congratulate him on his glistening beard," Gabriel suggested, circling the island to take her hand.

"He won't spank me, will he?" Eden's words drifted to them as they moved away.

"He won't," Gabriel assured her.

"She's in so much trouble, isn't she?" Molly whispered.

"Definitely," Faust assured her. "But Storm will understand."

"Does he have a Little girl?"

"Not yet."

"That's sad." Molly watched Eden confess that she had shaken up the beer to get her Daddy. Storm accepted her apology with a very stern look and warned her not to do that again.

"Let's get you settled in my apartment, Pixie," Faust said, guiding her to a doorway.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to be here?"

"Yes." He opened the door and ushered her inside. "It's not very exciting in here. I don't spend a lot of time in my apartment."

The guys did all gather in the clubhouse section. There was so much going on there. Even in a crowd, Faust seemed alone. It surprised her that Faust chose to be with the others instead of alone.

"What's going on in your head, Pixie? Do we need to change something in here to make you comfortable?"

"Oh, no. You don't need to change anything for me," she told him quickly. "You don't seem to like people a lot."

"And you're wondering why I'm not a hermit in my room?"

"I don't mean to offend you," she rushed to say.

"No offense, Little girl. You're right. I don't care about most people. Just those that matter."

Molly smiled at him. She felt that simple statement inside her. She mattered to Faust. That meant a lot.

She darted forward to wrap her arms around his waist and squeeze him tight. "You're important to me, too, Faust."

"Daddy."

"He's important to me, too," Molly quipped.

"It's past your bedtime, Little girl. Let's get you unpacked. Then it's time for a bath then bed."

"It's eight o'clock, F… Daddy," she corrected herself.

"You've had a long day. Do you not wish to take a bath?"

"Do you have bubbles?" she joked.

"Definitely."

Her jaw dropped as she stared at him. "No way. You don't take bubble baths."

"That's very judgmental of you, Pixie. Let's get your night clothes."

Unpacking that statement, Molly watched Faust lift her suitcase onto the bed. He unzipped and opened it.

"You might as well leave it in there. I'll just put it over there in the corner," Molly told him, moving to lift it.

"Stop right there, Little girl."

Molly froze at his order. She watched him disappear into the closet and come back with empty hangers.

"You get started on hanging up the clothes that should go in the closet." She picked up a dress as she watched him open a drawer. He pulled out a couple of folded T-shirts, leaving it empty.

"You can put your undies in here. The drawer below is empty."

"You don't have very many things in there," she said in surprise.

"How many pairs of jeans and T-shirts does a man need?"

She shrugged, not knowing the answer. Molly told him, "Thank you."

"Of course, Pixie."

Molly gasped as he scooped her practical cotton panties and bras out of the corner of the suitcase and put them in the dresser.

"I've touched your pussy, Pixie. I think I'm allowed to touch your underwear," Faust reminded her.

She watched the corners of his mouth curve upward. Giggles burst from her mouth as her tension evaporated. When he joined her laugher with a deep chuckle of amusement, Molly loved it.

I love him .

Trying to hide her shock at that realization, Molly busied herself with emptying the suitcase. Faust didn't ask her any questions, but she caught him watching her. She thought about telling him but didn't know how to do it. What if he didn't feel the same about her?

When the suitcase was empty, Molly allowed Faust to guide her into the bathroom. Seeing a cup with a solitary toothbrush, she realized she'd forgotten hers.

"Oh, no. I didn't bring my toothbrush," Molly lamented. She'd have to grab one on the way home.

"I've got you, Pixie." She watched him open the bottom drawer. Inside was a jumble of toothbrushes.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Purple."

"You're in luck. I have one here," he said, plucking up a package.

"Did you rob a dentist?" she asked, looking at all the toothpastes, mouthwash mini bottles, and floss. So many different types of floss.

"My dad's a dentist. He sends me a box of supplies every so often. Help yourself to anything you like."

"Thank you. I can't stand not to have clean teeth," she confessed.

"You can thank my dad someday when we visit my folks. I'm going to raid the Little supply closet for bubble bath and whatever else catches my eye. Potty. I'll be back to help you in the bathtub."

"Can I go?" she blurted.

When he raised one eyebrow in a silent question, Molly said, "I've never seen supplies for Littles. What's in there?"

Faust looked at his watch and then back at her. "Five minutes when we get there. We can go back and explore later if you don't have enough time."

"Okay!" she said, trying not to bounce up and down.

Shaking his head, Faust walked over and started the bathtub. He adjusted the temperature before holding out his hand to her. "Let's go. It's right across the hall."

She dashed to his side and squeezed his hand. Together, they negotiated their way out the doorways and into the hall. There, Molly took several quick steps to keep up with Faust's long strides as they turned the corner.

"You have long legs, Daddy."

"I do. It's right here."

When he opened the closet door at the end of the hall and switched on the light, Molly crowded in front of him. As she tried to take in all the different items included in the supply cabinet, Molly knew her eyes had widened to their absolute limit. Pacifiers. Sippy glasses. Oh, shit—a set of anal plugs.

"Do you want bubblegum, strawberry, or lavender bubble bath?" Faust asked.

"Wow. Lavender," she replied, amazed she had a choice.

"What else would you like, Pixie?"

"Oh, I don't need anything."

"Let's get you a cup. Want kitties, flowers, or kisses?" he asked.

"Kisses."

Faust dropped a kiss on the top of her head and reached over her again to scoop up a pink cup with lipstick prints all over it. Molly tried not to look at a pacifier on the second shelf. She'd always wanted to try one. That one was pretty. It was purple with a pink ring.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said, stepping back to leave.

"I think we need a few more things." He picked up a set of bath toys featuring mermaids and floating shells, a Little girl alert doorhanger, a fancy hair clip, and his hand hovered over the purple and pink pacifier. "Will you try one of these for your Daddy?"

She nodded so hard she thought her head might pop off.

"Good girl. Ready for your bath?"

"Let's go!" she encouraged, remembering the water gushing into the tub.

"Hang this on the door for Daddy. I have my hands full," Faust requested, wiggling the Little girl alert sign. As she hooked it on the doorknob, Molly noticed several doors already had them.

"We'll write your name on the dotted line tomorrow," he told her.

She grinned at him as he opened the door and ushered her inside. The bathtub was about half full when they reached it. Faust set the items they had gathered on the vanity before moving to the side of the tub. After testing the temperature with his hand, Faust proclaimed it almost perfect and adjusted the water a bit before pouring in some bubble bath.

Immediately, the floral scent filled the room. Molly inhaled deeply and couldn't wait to get in the tub. Figuring she needed to do something, Molly stepped out of her shoes and picked them up, wondering what to do with them.

"My job," Faust said, taking them from her hand and setting them aside in the corner of the room. He gathered the bottom of her dress in his hands and lifted it over her head. He was so efficient in stripping off her bra and panties she didn't have time to protest.

"Go potty," he instructed before opening the small linen closet to pull out a couple of big thirsty towels and a washcloth.

She waited for him to step outside so she could use the toilet, but he simply set the towels on the edge of the tub. When he leaned over to turn off the water, she knew that was her last chance to pee before he stood to watch her. Quickly, she took care of her business and returned to his side, embarrassed.

Faust helped her into the tub and got her settled before grabbing the bath set from the vanity. As she scooped the suds close to cover her body self-consciously, he opened the box and plopped the shells onto the top of the bubbles. When they disappeared, he suggested, "Maybe these are for non-sudsy baths? Should we save these for another day?"

"No, Daddy. The mermaids want to play," she assured him.

"Here, Pixie." He handed her the three mermaids.

After taking care of the box, Faust knelt by the tub and picked up the washcloth. He dipped it into the water before standing back up and grabbing the hair clip from the counter. She closed her eyes in delight as he smoothed her hair back and away from her face. In seconds, he had it twisted and secured on top of her head.

"Close your eyes and I'll wash your face first."

She tried not to let herself wonder how he'd gotten so good at doing hair. Her expression must have given her away as he settled back on his knees.

Following his directions, she squeezed her eyes closed and sighed inwardly as he gently stroked the wet fabric over her features. "I have a younger sister who always wore her hair in pigtails. She was also a crazy kid on the playground. If you totaled it up, I'm sure I spent hours putting the scrunchies back in her hair."

"Oh. That's fun."

"It's a miracle I didn't end up as a hair stylist," he said.

Unable to resist the temptation, Molly peeked at him. Was he kidding?

He wagged his bushy eyebrows at her, and she burst into giggles. "Daddy! I can't imagine you dyeing hair and waxing eyebrows."

Again, he chuckled with her. She liked this side of Faust and knew he didn't share it with very many people. That idea made her feel warm inside.

"Play, Pixie. Can you find the shells?"

While she searched through the suds for a floating shell, he stroked the washcloth down her back. It felt so good. She arched her back silently asking him to continue.

"Pixie, I'm glad you're here. Whether I'm concerned about your safety or not, I like having you close. Think about staying here with your Daddy."

"Permanently?" she asked, turning her head to look at him.

"Yes, Little girl. I don't ever want to lose you."

"I have a morals clause in my contract. They could fire me any time," she shared quietly.

"That would be a very bad move on their part," he said in a voice instantly dark with anger.

"It's a church. I understood it when I signed it. Forget I brought it up. If I have to choose between you and my job… I have to work to survive, Faust."

He finished her back and shifted in front of her slightly. "Mermaids in your right hand. How about if we worry about what might happen when it does? I'm here for you, Pixie. I won't flake out."

A snort of laughter burst from her. When Faust paused as he washed her left arm and looked at her in concern, she said, "That was funny. You could never be a flake."

"No," he agreed as he washed all her fingers, massaging them.

That should not feel so good. She sighed with enjoyment as she dropped the mermaids to the bottom of the tub.

He swept the washcloth over her wrist and up her arm. On the downward stroke, his fingers brushed the side of her sensitive breast. Molly bit her bottom lip to keep a moan from escaping.

"No biting," he told her. "Let Daddy hear your sweet sounds. Right arm, now."

She extended it across her body eagerly and Faust repeated his soothing finger massage before washing her arm. Molly held her breath waiting to see where he would clean next. The air flooded back into her lungs as he stroked the soft terrycloth over her collarbones. Why did it feel so different when he washed her?

Faust swirled the washcloth around her small breasts and down her torso. When he reached her mound, he didn't hesitate but swept the cloth between her lower lips. The feel of the material changed there as the nubby fabric stroked over her most sensitive parts. She could feel warmth gathering between her thighs that had nothing to do with his carefully chosen water temperature.

"Daddy?" she whispered.

"I'm glad you love your Daddy's touch," he answered before moving on to wash her legs down to her toes.

That felt good, too, but Molly was on edge. She wanted more. Maybe he'll come back to my pussy to help me come?

"Up on your knees, Pixie."

"Daddy, could you…"

She was halfway through her request for more attention to that needy spot when Faust repeated, "Up on your knees, Little girl."

Reluctantly, she rose partially from the water. She tried to keep her expression from revealing her disgruntled feeling that he'd left her hanging. Molly reminded herself he wasn't responsible for pleasuring her.

Faust cupped her jaw and brought her lips to his for a fiery kiss. "I'm not ignoring your needs, Little girl. I'm getting you ready for bed."

"But…"

"No butts other than this cute one." He rubbed the washcloth over her derriere and slid it between her buttocks to clean her thoroughly. Faust dropped the cloth into the water behind her.

"All clean," he announced as he stood.

Plucking her out of the water as if she weighed nothing, Faust stood her on the mat and rubbed her skin dry. He wrapped her securely in a towel. "What else do you need to do before you go to sleep?" he asked.

"I need to put some lotion on my face and go to the bathroom."

Faust picked up a bottle that he'd unpacked earlier from her suitcase. "Is this it?"

"Yes." She rushed forward to squeeze a small amount on her fingers and rubbed it gently on her face.

"Go potty."

"I can meet you in the bedroom. Or wherever you want me to sleep."

"You'll sleep in my arms, Little girl. Go potty." Faust turned to the tub and opened the drain to let the water out.

She dragged her feet over to the toilet and sat down reluctantly. It seemed so intimate to pee in front of him. "Do I get to watch you pee?" she blurted.

"If you want, Pixie. There are no secrets between a Daddy and his Little girl," Faust told her as he fished the toys out of the draining water.

After finishing, she washed her hands at the sink. Molly watched Faust move to stand next to her. "All done, Daddy. I'm ready for bed."

"Good girl."

Faust scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. When he set her on the edge of the bed, Molly tried to squirm off, not wishing to get the bedclothes wet. He held her in place as he stripped the wet towel from her body.

"Arms up," he directed and dropped the tattered, soft T-shirt she'd worn for years over her head.

She fingered the material before whispering, "I'm sorry this isn't fancier."

"I'm not attracted to you because of what you wear on the outside, Molly. If this is comfortable, that's what's important. If you want something to play dress up in, we'll get you something fancy."

"I think lace is scratchy," she confessed before whispering, "I do need some underwear."

"No panties in bed."

"Is that like the Shadowridge Guardians' rule?" she joked.

"No. That's Daddy's rule."

"Oh."

"Lean back, Pixie."

Molly started to twist herself around to stretch out in bed. Faust's hands closed around her thighs, holding her in place with her lower legs dangling over the side of the mattress. She looked up at him in confusion.

"Lie back, Little girl," he repeated. This time, he lowered himself to kneel between her legs.

A glimmer of understanding sparked in her mind. He wasn't going to…

Faust drew her thighs wide apart and pulled her bottom to the edge of the bed, throwing her slightly off balance. She dropped back to lean on her elbows. Placing a kiss on her mound, Faust paused to inhale deeply.

"I can smell your arousal, Pixie. I bet you'd sleep better if I had a tasty bedtime snack," he suggested before gliding his tongue along the crease of her pussy. "Delicious."

Molly felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room as he explored her with his mouth. Her fingers tightened on the comforter. Afraid he'd stop, she tried not to move.

Faust lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, exposing her further to his view. "So pretty."

She shivered as he studied her. A small noise burst from her lips as he waited for something. He had to help her come.

"I'm sorry, Pixie. I bet you're waiting for this," he suggested, lowering his mouth once again to her.

Faust slid his tongue through her sensitive folds to find her clit. Circling it with the tip of his tongue before pulling it gently into his mouth, he tantalized her. The view of his expressions and the intimate explorations enthralled Molly. She didn't know what to do but quickly decided she could just enjoy his attentions.

Sensations gathered inside her. She was so close to coming. A scream erupted from her throat when he thrust three fingers into her. The welcome invasion stretched and filled the need inside her.

Not pausing, Faust pushed her through that first orgasm into a second. Shaking, Molly fell off her elbows to lie flat on the mattress as her body shuddered with pleasure. She had no idea she could feel this much.

Softening his touch, Faust allowed her to come down from the high of her climax. Limp from her body's response, Molly didn't want to move. When he lifted his mouth from her several minutes later, she didn't open her eyes. She felt him rise to his feet.

Molly peeked up at him as he lifted her into his arms and turned her to rest on the pillows, straight on the bed. After tucking Angel into her arms, he covered her with the soft comforter and tucked it under her chin. Faust leaned close and pressed a kiss to her lips. There was something so sensual about tasting herself on his lips.

"Sleep, Pixie."

Nodding, she allowed herself to tumble into dreams that all seemed to revolve around one tall, tattooed biker.