Tatum Millar (goes by Tate) is a 27 year old successful business man. He owns a club in Connecticut, but not just any type of party club, a BDSM club. Hosting shows and teaching.
When a little girl wanders in with a group of friends, he couldn't he...
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"Paci." Sofia sobbed into my shoulder. I had her on my hip, moving around as I washed down the counter. I ignored her cries. "Daddy, I want paci."
"Pizza." Kyle said, Harper walking beside him, holding his hand, on her phone.
"Thanks man." I said, taking the box and dropping it on the counter.
"What's up with her?" Chris asked, putting another pizza box down, Sadie looked up at Sofia then back at Chris.
"Lost her pacifier privileges." I sighed, "she's not taking it well."
I carried her to the couch and sat her down, seeing her tear stained cheeks and pouty lips. "Keep your fingers out of your mouth." I said and she rolled her eyes, huffing. "I can easily make this a week."
"No!" She shouted.
"Get in my room and sit on the bed." I told her and she got up, stomping away.
"Jesus, she is a brat." Paul chuckled. I nodded, grabbing plates and setting them at the table. I could hear my baby sniffling from the room. Oh for fucks sake.
"Can I go see see Sofia uncle Tate?" Cece asked.
"You can see her in a minute, she's in timeout." I said and she gasped.
"Uh oh." She mumbled to Sadie and she nodded in agreement.
"Mind your own business girlies." Jeff said, directing the girls over to their spots at the table.
"Phone off, sit down." I heard Kyle say to Harper, and the other littles got sat down too.
"I'll be right back, you guys can go at it." I mumbled, going to my room and opening the door. Sofia was sitting crossed legged on the bed, playing with her fingers. "Are you done being a little brat?"
She shrugged.
I stepped in the room, closing the door behind me then walked over to her, crouching down and she looked at me. "You cannot yell at me."
"I didn't yell." She muttered. I sighed, getting up and walking back to the door. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to go out there, and I'll come back in five minutes to see if you can handle being nice."
"Daddy." She whined.
"No, baby, no whining." I said and closed the door. Then I heard her whine again. Who knew how bratty this little girl is?
Chris' eyebrows raised when he saw me little-less. "She needs a little bit of more time." I sighed as I sat down.
I may have sat there longer than five minutes. Probably on purpose. I don't know. She knew that she would get punished the second she started being bratty. She wouldn't get dressed, she wouldn't take a shower. She was being pretty mouthy all day. She knew what she was getting into.
