Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

S he held Faust's hand as they walked up the flights of stairs to her apartment. Covering her mouth with her hand as she yawned, Molly knew she'd need a big cup of coffee for work tomorrow.

"You're exhausted, Pixie."

"I had so much fun. The other Littles are wonderful."

"They are special."

Molly peeked at him from the corner of her eye. "Did you want any of them to be your Little?"

"Hell, no."

"Why not?" Molly had to ask.

"Each of the Littles are perfect for their Daddies. They wouldn't be happy with me, and I wouldn't be happy with them."

"You think I'm the one you've been looking for?"

"No. I know you're the one I've searched to find. You've just been hiding in a church office."

"You could go to church," Molly assured him. "You know. If you wanted to."

"I tend to make people uncomfortable. People go to hear a minister help them grow or feel better—not to feel like they're going to be robbed," Faust told her as he took the keys from her hand to open her door.

"They wouldn't think that," Molly assured him, but knew some probably would. Maybe if he was with her?

"You, Pixie, always look at people in the best light. I always see the worst. Maybe that's why we fit so good together." Faust lifted Molly off her feet and pressed her against the wall. His kiss took her breath away.

"Go inside and go to bed. No play time with your toys," he said, giving her a look that told her he knew everything about her plans.

"Party pooper." Molly popped her hand over her mouth, realizing she'd just called him a name and confirmed she planned to play after he left.

"I've been called much worse. Your pleasure now happens with me. Not in your bedroom alone."

"That's not fair. You're not the boss of me."

Faust raised one eyebrow and looked at her. "You always have a choice, Pixie. It just comes with consequences."

"How will you know?" she asked.

"Go get your vibrator and bring it to me."

"What?"

"I'm protecting the already spanked bottom of a Little girl who's planning to be naughty," he told her solemnly.

"Faust," she hissed, looking down the hall to make sure no one was outside her apartment.

He simply held out his hand. She stared him down. His unrelenting face didn't give her any hope. He'd stand there until she caved. In less than thirty seconds, she said, "Fine."

Disappearing into her apartment, Molly started to stomp her feet but didn't want to wake up the people below her. Walking without the loud statement didn't feel as satisfying even if she was thinking mean thoughts as she went into her bedroom and opened her nightstand. When she turned around, Faust stood in the bedroom doorway.

"Oh!" she said, startled.

"I decided that if you're being bratty, you must be too tired to get ready for bed by yourself."

"I can do it," Molly answered, propping one hip against the bed as she yawned widely. His suggestion had sapped the last of her ability to hide the exhaustion draped over her like a heavy blanket.

"Where's your nightgown, Pixie?" Faust asked, taking her vibrator from her hand and sticking it in his back pocket.

"Under my pillow."

He reached around her to tug it free and draped it over his shoulder before pulling the covers down. She looked longingly at the sheets and started to climb into bed.

"Not yet, Little girl."

He lifted her back to stand in front of him. Faust knelt in front of her and removed her shoes and socks. When his fingers unfastened her jeans, she rested a hand on his shoulder for balance. Her eyes kept drifting shut. She felt him draw her underwear and pants down her legs and thought of being embarrassed but didn't have the energy for it.

Her hands drifted over his hard body when he stood. "You work out a lot, don't you, Daddy?" she mumbled.

"Yes."

She waited for him to say more but he simply removed her shirt and bra before pulling her nightshirt over her head. Molly threw her arms around his neck when he picked her up. Carrying her into the bathroom, he set Molly on her feet.

"Go potty."

Without thinking, she sat down to pee as he put toothpaste on her toothbrush. "We matched today, Daddy," she mumbled.

"I noticed. You made me look good tonight," he answered as he gathered some toilet paper and handed it to her.

"I need to take a shower," she insisted as she stood up to flush the toilet. "And you already look scrumptious."

"Shower tomorrow morning. And scrumptious?"

"Mmm. Definitely." She picked up the toothbrush and scrubbed it around her mouth for a few seconds before proclaiming, "Done."

"Not done. You only brushed three teeth." Faust took it from her hand and held it to her lips until she opened her mouth. He expertly brushed her teeth.

"That feels good," she mumbled around the brush.

"Here's some water. Rinse your mouth, Little girl."

When she'd accomplished that task, he wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her back to the bedroom. "Oh!" she gasped as he scooped her up in his strong arms and placed her on the bed.

"I need Angel," she insisted.

"She's right here, Pixie." Faust tucked the teddy bear into her arms. Instantly relaxing, she closed her eyes as he tucked the covers under her chin.

Hugging Angel against her body, Molly whispered, "Night-night kiss, Daddy."

Faust pressed his lips to hers and kissed her slowly. The exchange was sweet but intense. Molly didn't have any doubt that Faust was staking his claim and she loved it. No one had ever cared enough about her to want her to know she belonged to him.

"Mmm!" she hummed when he stood up.

"Go to sleep, Little girl. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Night, Daddy."

Waking up the next morning, Molly blinked her eyes open and looked around. She still held Angel and it seemed like she hadn't moved at all. After checking the time, she relaxed against the pillow for a few seconds to remember the previous evening.

"Oh, goodness. He saw me naked," Molly realized.

It had been embarrassing for him to see her bottom covered by her underwear. Now, he'd seen her naked and not even with the distraction of sex. Okay, maybe sex wasn't a distraction. The thought of doing it with Faust made her squirm. She hadn't even seen him without his shirt and knew he'd look good.

Faust as a lover? Molly fanned herself. He would be intense. She'd only had a one-night stand, but she'd seen lots of seductions on TV and in the movies. Faust would be way dreamier than those guys.

She reached out a hand from under the covers to grab her vibrator and remembered. Faust had put it in his back pocket. He hadn't walked out the door with that there. Had he? Molly would never be able to meet her neighbors' eyes.

Forcing herself out of bed on that cheery thought, she went to shower before work. Stepping under the spray before it got fully warm, Molly felt the last of her tiredness evaporate. She'd had such a good time at the Shadowridge Guardians' clubhouse. It had been fun to spend time with her Daddy and the Littles.

Catching sight of the time, she hurried and threw on a dress and shoes before racing out of the house. Her crackers would do for lunch again today. She admired her new tires as she approached her car. While it was so nice he had purchased them for her, it was even more important that he wanted her to be safe—whether he was her Daddy or not. Isn't that what a Daddy would do?

Driving the familiar route to work, Molly was lost in thought. Where did they go from here? Would he be interested in her in a month? A year? He was so hunky. And she was just herself.

Molly tried to push her thoughts away as she pulled into the parking lot. The two ministers were already there. She was still early—just not there to open the building for them. After parking, she hurried across the lot and into the church.

"Good morning," Molly called as she settled in her chair.

"Good morning, Molly," Minister Steve answered.

"There's no coffee," Lester barked.

"On it. I'll bring you a cup in a few minutes."

Molly turned on her computer first before quickly setting up the machine and hitting brew. Inwardly, she rolled her eyes that Lester hadn't started it for them. It wasn't rocket science.

She listened to the messages left on the phone, making a stack for each minister before brewing two cups of coffee and walking down the hall. There was one message that was blank—just a recording of several seconds. She figured it was a butt call from someone in the congregation.

"You didn't have to bring me a cup, but thank you," Minister Steve said as he looked up from the spiral notebook where he always wrote his sermons' first drafts.

"My pleasure. Here are a couple of calls I thought you'd wish to address," Molly shared, handing him the notes she'd gotten from the messages.

"On it. Thanks, Molly."

Continuing down the hall, she plastered a smile on her face before walking through the door. "Hi, Lester. Coffee as promised. Here are your messages."

He looked over the list. "Lawncare, teen outing, and new hymnals? I don't think I need to deal with these. Just take care of them." He thrust the sheet back at her.

"Sorry, Lester. Those decisions have to be made by one of the clergy." Molly set the page down on the corner of his desk and walked out before he could give her a title in name only.

There was a message on her phone when she got back to her desk. She was tickled to see it was Faust making sure she got to work safely and had slept well. Molly sent him a return message and forced herself to get to work.