“It’s okay, Danny,” Kylie said softly. “You know I have a guilty conscience and I’ll probably tattle on myself anyway. It might even be easier to have someone else confess on my behalf.”
“Are you sure, Ky?”
“Super-duper sure.”
After another long hesitation, he nodded slowly. “Okay.”
Instinct honed over years of not just being a Domme but being a Domme at Rawhide Ranch told her that this rule was going to be a sticking point. Daniel clearly felt protective of Kylie, which really was incredibly sweet. But his desire to protect her was going to get them both in trouble.
And that was perfectly fine with her. Sooner or later, they’d come to understand what kind of woman they’d chosen for their Mommy.
She just hoped that when that time came, they didn’t regret it.
Chapter Thirteen
Danny
He hadn’t expected there to be so manyrules.
And he sure as hell hadn’t expected to be put in charge of Kylie when Addison wasn’t around. It made sense, in a way, and he’d always sort of taken on that “big brother” role with her when they were in their Little spaces. But having it written out like that in black and white felt so… real.
“There.” Addison grinned as she finished tying a bright pink ribbon around Kylie’s ponytail. The ribbon matched the rest of Kylie’s adorable, undeniably Little outfit.
Turning toward the full length mirror in her room, Kylie examined her reflection. Perfect white teeth nibbled at her full bottom lip as she turned this way and that, the skirt swishing with every movement. “I look so…”
“Cute,” Danny supplied, flashing her a grin when she looked up at him, her eyes so wide and hopeful it was physically painful to see. “Seriously, Ky. You look great.”
“I lookLittle. Everyone is going to know.”
Stepping behind her, Addison wrapped her arms around Kylie’s waist. “Babygirl, everyone already knows.”
“What?” Panic widened Kylie’s eyes even further. “What do you mean?”
“Baby…” Addison gently turned Kylie around to face her. “You showed up in my class dressed in the most Little outfit to ever be worn and you told everyone loud and clear that you are a Little. Did you really think that news wasn’t going to burn through the Ranch like wildfire?”
“I—” Kylie frowned and he swore he could see her brain going into overdrive. “I didn’t actually think about that.” She turned to him, her eyes narrowing. “Why didn’t you think about that?”
“I did. And I tried to tell you, but you’re a stubborn brat when you’ve made up your mind about something.”
“I’m not a brat, Daniel Hollis, you take that back!”
Uh-oh. He’d seen enough of Kylie’s tantrums to know when she was on the verge of one. But before he could decide if he was going to diffuse the situation or continue pushing her buttons, Addison stepped in.
Literally.
Moving between them, Addison gripped Kylie’s chin, forcing his “sister’s” attention to their Mommy. “For someone who says she isn’t a brat, you are doing a very impressive impersonation of one right now, Kylie Anne.”
Blushing furiously, Kylie dropped her gaze. “Sorry, Mommy.”
“I’m not the one you owe an apology to, little girl.”
Kylie peeked up at him through her lashes. “Sorry, Danny.”
“Good girl,” Addison praised. “Now, are you going to wear the outfit Mommy picked out for you, or do you want to change?”
“I’ll wear it.”
“That makes me very happy, little dove.” Releasing her grip on Kylie’s chin, Addison checked her watch. “We should get going. We don’t want to keep your Uncle Sammy and Lizzie waiting.”
