Telmont, your average over worked CEO who spends most of her time at work or home and loves to find her peace at the one place she can truly be herself, The DollHouse.
Telmont has a thing for control, but would hardly call herself a Dom. She can't s...
I watched the boy, as he held the heavy gun in his hand, I had greg bring bring out the spread.
His eyes drifted over the guns wide and curiously. He ran his fingers over some, my favorites actually SIG-Sauer P226R, Baby Eagle, Austrian 19, Beretta 32, Colt 1911 to name a few.
He stuck around the semi-automatics, ignoring the revolvers, that was for the best to be honest, they heavy and fancy, more for a decorative execution rather then daily use and intimidation.
He finally settled on the Baby Eagle and boy was I proud.
"This one," He nodded as he whispered, I smiled and sat down with my coffee. Trixie was still sleeping the Greg had effectively turned the kitchen into an arsenal for the reason of Parker selecting his first personal weapon.
"The Jericho 941 also called the Uzi Eagle and Baby Eagle. It's reliable, strong, loads sixteen, nine millimeter bullets at a time. I've never had one lock up on me. Its annoyingly perfect for such a compact pistol, I'm proud," I finish off my cup as Greg bows and moves him over to the knives.
"You'll pick a blade and learn to use it, you'll also learn hand to hand, really any martial art you choose is fine, but ultimately you'll be able to use a bade of some sort, a gun, and your hands if need be," I explained as he nodded and looked over the knives.
"Pick whatever you want, blades relatively work the same, Greg will give you few tips and recommendations while I go check on the baby," I smiled at him, ruffling his tall curly hair before I walked away. I slowly push the bedroom door open and flip the lights on to see Trixie sitting up in bed with her pacifier in her mouth. She used it all night long, which I don't think ever happens she also spent the night holding onto me like I was her source of life.
I baby slipped out of bed this morning without waking her, it took a combined motion of a shimmy and slide and finally I was off Scot-free to the toilet and of course to a beautiful bold cup of coffee.
"Monshe," she spoke through the soother as she pushed her arms up in the air at me.
I smirked before I picked her up and held her in my arms for a bit before I headed to the bathroom. She latched onto me tighter when I tried to sit her down on her feet which made me sigh before I kissed her head and looked at her.
"Don't you have to potty, Pink?"
I could see the blush set in on her face as she nodded softly . She slowly unraveled her legs from around my waist and with much hesitation, and struggle with one hand, she pulled her pants down and sat on the toilet. She'd grabbed my hand as soon as her feet hit the floor and like I figured, she didn't plan to let it go.
Once she finished I helped her bush her teeth with her avaliable hand, then I washed her face and brushed her hair for her. She decided on pigtails fairly quickly, and she held the leg of my pants while she sang a cute little song from behind her binky. I wrapped her hair in her blue rubber bands, they were soft and smooth and the pack promised no hair would be pulled when they came out, I'm sure Greg got them.
Once I was finished she took my hand again when I was at full height again, I pulled her to the closet and it wasn't hard to see where her clothes were. There were bright shades of blues and pinks and greens, like spring threw up on my suite collection.
I started to soft through the new outfits and shifted towards the blue to match her hair ties. I pulled put a few separate pieces and socks and I found an extra stock of things like pacifiers and clips and coordinated accordingly with my idea of an out fit. It looked cute in my head and I wanted it to work. I snatched up the boots from the box and walked out of the closet with Trixie's hand attached to my belt loop.
I started with the top and worked my way down until the pacifier was left. Once I looked at her I realized how effing adorable she was, I never get to dress her she not usually so small that she needs be all the time, by now she'd be off doing her own thing and leaving me with my work.
I kind of like having her be this deep in headspace. Her clinginess is cute and it makes me feel all warm inside. I kiss her head before I switch out pacifiers to fit the theme.
The theme? you ask...WANDERING THE WOODS.
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She looks effing cute.
"Monshe, I yook yike boysh!" she squished out of her full mouth.
"What, no you don't, you look cute," I smiled proud of my creation. I couldn't have done better.
"Okay," she sounded unsure so I picked her fore head and took her hand to take her out of the room
Once we made it to the kitchen the weapons were put away and Trixie's place was set at the table. Before we got far into the kitchen Greg turned from the stove where he stood and simply stared before her looked to me.
"What is she wearing?" He asked as he shifted to one leg and but his hands on his hips.
I shook my head and chuckled, "clothes."
"Why is she wearing that, she looks like she's going to go play in the mud with the vermin like riffraff in the neighborhood. She supposed be dressed like a nice little Princess, not a— a Larrikin!" Greg started to rave as he made breakfast for her. I chuckled again before I rolled my eyes and pulled the baby into lap as he sat a lidded cup of apple juice down.
"I got those in specific outfits, and boots are for when the snow comes, she wanted them because you have them, something told me not to get them."
I cooed at the new information and kissed her head before she laughed and leaned into me.
"Okay I have a bit of work to do, what do you want to do after that Pink?"
She shook her head and started to ear her cut up waffles with an adorable pink fork. She was nearly finished before she put the fork down and melted back into me.
"Cuddle."
"All day?"
She nodded and I nodded and moved us to my office where my phone rang. I answered quickly to see it was a message about Burns. Apparently he's trying get orders to open some sealed documents.
I rolled my eyes and dialed B, this is going to be a long day. Why is is he trying to get into the Telmont Records, not to mention he made a move against me. I don't think he understands the pressures he putting on me to end his life. I have a few reasons already, there no much stopping me at this point. He wants to make a criminal out of me, I'll show him how criminal I can be.
