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Luke's pov

As Skyler fell asleep in my arms I looked down at her now fully bruised body. She loves when I give her bruises, all of it. She had bruises, hickeys, bite marks, scratches, hand prints, etc. all over her and she loved it all. I looked at her face to see her cheeks were slightly tear stained and red, she had a hand print on her left cheek because she wanted me to slap her to see how it felt.

Skyler was sitting on the couch waiting patently and watching me pace. She wanted me to slap her across the face.

"P'ease? I be good girl." And that's what she means by little, it was absolutely adorable, I loved it, but she wasn't to fond of it because she wasn't used to it.

"Princess, you're already a good girl." She smiled at that.

"I be extra good girl for you, Ukey." She smiled while nodding. I went over to her and grabbed her face.

"P'ease? I wanna know what it feels like." After she looked up what a little was and found account's she found all sorts of other things. This being one of them.

"Then we're going to bed, it's late." She nodded. She was so tired because I made her do everything for once. I let go of her face and looked at her. There was a loud echo right after I did it and a small cry. Quickly Skyler lifted her arms up so I picked her up and took her upstairs as she slightly cried.

"That hurt, I didn't like that." She said shaking her head.

"Good, you're to fragile, Little One." I said going into the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed and she waited for me, once I got in she snuggled into me.

"That'll never happen again." I wiped her eyes as she sniffled.

"We get bath 'morrow?" She asked while pulling the blanket up.

"Of course we will." She nodded as her eyes began to close.

Tomorrow she's going to act even littler, I'll get to hold her all day, that's the huge bonus of giving her what she wants, I always do actually. After she gets her 'love marks', she just wants held and to show everyone she has them. She can't show everyone though which makes her sad, she thinks they're pieces of art. When they start fading and going away she hates it, she's wants them back.

"Wukey?" Skyler mumbled getting me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, Princess?" She really was a Princess, well at least to me. She's my princess, so I get to treat her like one, nobody else which I love.

"I love you."

"I love you." She sighed and snuggled into me more pulling the cover over her. I kissed her head and started falling asleep myself.

I'm glad her parents forgot about that stupid dance when she was six, I wouldn't have gotten my Little Girl, my Princess, my literal world.