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      “I would so love to see you try,” she argues with a quiet, disbelieving laugh. As tiny as she is, she doesn’t doubt the threat. How easy it would be to throw her over their knee, but because she’s tiny? She’s also fast, so really, they’d have to catch her first. With a small step backwards, she raises her brow at them. She’s pushing her luck; she know sit, but Rosie Callahan has lived her entire nineteen years pushing buttons. Why stop now?

        “D-” Biting the tip of her tongue, she staves her words and finds solace in staring down at her bare feet, her toes painted a bright, neon pink. “Do you really think this is a good idea, Daddy? I mean-- everyone’s going to know,” Rosie murmurs, bright, jade hues lifting then to find him staring at her. Maybe she’s being a bit presumptuous - the piece of jewelry around her neck is stated enough to appear as something just more than a simple choker, but they both know what hold said piece of ‘simple’ jewelry has on her. She’s collared for him and he wants to take her out in public; she’s usually much more enthusiastic about something like this. What’s wrong with her?

        “What d’ya say? You’re going to be at my race this Saturday, right? You know I can’t do this without you,” she inquires quietly, ducking her head to whisper in their ear because technically talking in a movie theater is frowned upon. Worrying her pink lower lip between her teeth, she shifts in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her long pale legs and anyone who looked twice at the girl dressed up in a pretty pink dress would never guess she races motorbikes on the weekend for sport. 

     “I want what was promised to me and I’m not leaving here until I get it.” If the way the pale pink collar hugs her porcelain neck in enticing invitation is any indication, they both know what she was promised. 

             Innocence claims her round, pale features as she drags her lower lip between her teeth, nibbling on the plump flesh while shifting in her seat. “I have a small request, if you’re interested in hearing it,” Rosie speaks gently, hands caught beneath her soft, bare thighs. With the small, silver toy nestled between her cheeks, she can feel the stimulation each time she shifts, her wide eyes pinned onto her companion as she does very little to fight the flush of arousal painting across her cheeks.

     “ I’m still waiting for my Valentine’s Day kisses~ ”