Petyr thrust into the beloved angel beneath him, hard and animalistic forcing pleasured pants from Sansa's parted lips. Her wrists would bruise with the force he used to keep them pinned above her head but she didn't care, too lost in bliss. Her head kept tilting back further into the soft pillows as she gasped and Petyr longed to bite, to suck, to mark her as his in any way he could, before the brothel owner knew what he was doing his calloused hands had released her wrists and found a new home at her throat and squeezed just tight enough to make it hurt. A look of suddenly shock flashed across her face but it quickly gave way to a hunger he'd not seen in his redhead before, she didn't stop him, didn't even try, just grinned... and Petyr couldn't help but squeeze just that little bit tighter and watch her masochism come to the surface. The look in her eyes caused his thrusts to grow erratic as he raced towards his climax, Sansa kept her blue eyes locked with his green ones as she came; hard and with his title on her lips.

He finally released her throat and collapsed on the soft bed beside her, Sansa coughed violently.

"Are you alright, Sweetling? I didn't hurt you?"

"... No." She said after a few moments. "I'm okay, Daddy, just surprised. You've never done that before."

Petyr smirked to himself and traced a single finger over her naked breasts. "You just looked so beautiful beneath me, at my mercy." Baelish couldn't help it, he had to pull Sansa close to his naked chest and snake his arms around her waist. "Daddy's perfect girl."

Sansa grinned.

XXXX

When the day came for them to drive back home Sansa dragged her heels at every opportunity, he didn't blame her really, he'd have wanted to stay too if he were her. After a while he'd managed to get her in the SUV and headed back to his penthouse only to be forced to pull over so as Sansa could use the rest room. He'd wanted to be back at the penthouse by two but Sansa's sexy little ass and insistence upon staying at the cabin had pushed him several hours of target, it had already gone four-thirty.

While he waited Littlefinger perused the contents of the gas station's candy isle with very little interest, just as he came to what he'd been looking for his cellphone started to ring and he answered almost instantly.

"Baelish."

"Catelyn Stark is here." Said Ros flatly.

Petyr sighed as he headed towards the cash register to pay. "Perfect. I'm ten minutes out so tell her to wait in the bar."

"Sure thing, Boss."

Ros didn't say more or wait for Petyr to utter anything else, she just hung up as he left the gas station and returned to the car. He'd been wondering how to do it but Cat had gone ahead and made it easy for him. Earlier than imagined but nothing the man with ash at his temples couldn't handle.

When his baby girl returned Baelish was leaning against the driver's side door.

"Sweetling, it's going to rain soon, put a pair of jeans on please."

"But I like my skirt." As if to prove it Sansa gave him a little twirl, the tiny orange scrap of fabric flew up teasing him with the tantalising view of her pert backside.

"Do as Daddy says, Little One. Who makes the rules?" Petyr kept his voice light but there was no denying the subtle warning hidden away in his tone.

"You." She loved the dark look in his eyes.

"Ding, ding, we have a winner." Petyr leaned in and kissed her pink lips. "Change please, Sweetling."

With only a hint of reluctance Sansa pulled open the rear driver side door and pulled her backpack free from beside a snoozing Lady then padded back to the rest room. Petyr tap, tap, tapped away on his phone while he waited for his darling girl to return and popped a lollipop he'd purchased from inside into his mouth. When she did Sansa looked dejected, she tossed her bag back into the car, the dull thud it made woke Lady and earned her a glare from the animal, she tucked her blouse into the boot cut jeans she'd put on. Easily Petyr pulled the redhead into his arms where she rested her cheek against his chest.

"I love you, Sweetling. You know that right?" Of course he knew, there wasn't any denying it, Petyr just liked to hear her say it.

Sansa nodded. "I love you too."

She snuggled further into his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist, her Daddy smelt of his morning coffee and the light scent of cherry clung to his breath probably from the lollipop in his mouth. Everything about him made Sansa feel safe, even his danger.

"Good." Petyr kissed the top of her head and released his angelic temptress. He fished in his suit pocket for a second then handed her a lollipop just like his own. "Here."

Sansa took the treat with a grin and hopped into the car. Traffic was light and Petyr wasn't met by a single red light. After only ten minutes Petyr pulled into the Mockingbird's underground parking lot and brought the SUV to a halt right beside his beloved Aston Martin, Home sweet home, he thought with a smug grin. Almost instantly Sansa hopped out the car with Lady hot on her heels and went straight to the silver elevator, he'd not expected her to be so happy about being home considering how reluctant she'd been all day; maybe she'd realised that coming back to the Mockingbird didn't mean she'd never get to return to the cabin. Petyr didn't really know.

Baelish ignored the bags in the SUV and punched in the elevator pin number before stepping aside so Sansa could step inside first. Her brow furrowed when he hit G instead of PH.

"Daddy," She began in a puzzled tone, " where are we going? Shouldn't you be taking me to the penthouse?"

Petyr grinned. "You've been asking me for months to see my club and since it's shut I thought now would be a good time."

"Really? I can see it?" Sansa beamed and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, Sweetling. Consider it another birthday present."

The club was a side of him she'd never seen before, she'd imagined dark walls covered in erotic tapestries and an over the top fountain of vodka. When the doors rolled open she tugged him by the hand onto the club floor with Lady hot on their heels. No vodka fountain or tapestries but she'd been right about the dark walls. The ceilings seemed to go on forever, taller than any church her mother had forced her into, and the floors were a smooth black marble. A large winding staircase called the west corner home and Sansa assumed that lead to the office he'd mentioned a while back. Petyr slipped his arm around her shoulder as she continued to look around and drink in her Daddy's domain. Booths of red velvet were dotted everywhere but somehow didn't seem to take up much space, little areas were raised and littered with blood colored chairs almost as though they were some kind of viewing area while one raised section over by – what Sansa assumed to be – the dance floor screamed VIP area. The whole club gave off a den of iniquity vibe and the redhead longed to know what the place looked like packed full of the debauched. When she turned to the bar she found another redhead wiping it down, must be Ros, muttered Sansa's mind.

When they walked into full view of the bar Petyr suddenly put a huge amount of space between them which caused his girl to frown.

"Daddy-?"

"Sansa!"

Fear shot through Sansa's whole body and made a home in her eyes as she turned to she her mother charging towards her at full speed; Lady growled.

"Sansa, sweetheart."

Lady growled louder as Cat engulfed her daughter in a tight hug, Sansa didn't want this, didn't hug back.

"Lady!"

Petyr commanded and she instantly sat down like a good dog, he'd seen she was about to launch at Cat; Lady had been trained well to protect his darling Sansa.

"You found her, thank you, Petyr, thank you." Catelyn clung to Sansa almost crushingly so.

Baelish cleared his throat. "Of course, it's an honour to return your daughter to you."

"What are you wearing?"

Cat looked at Sansa's tight jeans and skin hugging blouse with distaste and didn't seem to hear a word Petyr had said.

"My bartender gave her a change of clothes." He answered easily.

Littlefinger had know Cat would be against what his little girl wore but he couldn't have risked Sansa growing suspicious of him making her change more than her skirt for jeans. While he stood there emotionless Cat started to cry and Sansa looked about ready to crawl inside his chest just to get away from her mother.

"Where did you find her? Where has she been?" The elder redhead all but demanded.

"I found her wandering the street looking terrified after I left a meeting at Casterly Rock, Joffrey had been irritating as usual." He paused only for a moment. "I brought her straight here. You should get her home and call the detective in charge of her case."

Finally Cat released her daughter and looked directly at the club owner as she wiped away tears.

"Thank you, Petyr, truly. Sansa, thank Mister Baelish."

He watched as Sansa slowly turned to face her Daddy, tears ran down her cheeks, Catelyn thought it was joy of having been reunited with her mother but Petyr knew the truth, she cried because she'd have to leave her Daddy. When she opened her mouth to speak her voice was quiet and pained.

"... Thank you."

"Come on, Sansa. Let's get you home. Your father, brothers and sister have been worried sick."

I am home! Sansa's mind screamed. Cat made to pull Sansa away but Lady got in the way and started to growl and snarl once more, she'd not let Sansa be taken.

"Petyr, please control your dog."

Sansa reached out a loving hand and the wolf dog instantly nuzzled into it as Petyr rounded them to the animal's side.

"Sit."

Lady obeyed instantly. He could see the sorrow in his baby girls cerulean eyes,

"It seems Lady has become somewhat protective of Sansa." Said Petyr smoothly. "Sansa, would you like to take Lady with you? To feel safe?"

"Oh that's not needed, Petyr. You've already-"

"Yes." Sansa cut her mother off, she had to lose Petyr she wouldn't lose Lady as well.

"Good. I'll have her food and a leash sent over soon." Baelish smiled softly at his girl.

"You don't have to let her take your dog." Clearly Catelyn didn't want a dog – let alone one the size of Lady – loose in her home.

"No, Lady will be good for her. She's a protective animal at heart."

Petyr rested a large hand on Sansa's right shoulder and pressed a kiss to her forehead. The older redhead thought it odd and a little too familiar but Petyr couldn't resist, he needed his darling Sansa to know she was loved.

"Take care of yourself, Sweetling. Just tell the truth about where I found you and what happened. No one can hurt you now."

Sansa nodded mutely.

"Thank you, Petyr." Said Cat again and frankly he was getting sick of hearing that.

"... She's safe, that is thanks enough."

He had no choice but to watch as his beloved kitten was tugged away from him and the place she called home, her only comfort being that Lady got to go with her. Petyr would be lonely without his sweet Sansa but he'd not let Cat take her forever, he knew she'd spend every second longing to be back with him. He'd take her back... once his plan was done.

"You look like you need a cuddle, Boss." Oly said from behind him, grin on his porcelain face.

"Olyvar, so help me God-"

"Okay, okay, sorry." The blonde held up his hands in surrender. "I was just wondering if that girl knows you're using her or not."

"I use everyone." He couldn't take his eyes from where Sansa been stood.

"Not me though."

Petyr sighed. "No, Oly, just not how you want."

Truth be told Petyr liked the banter he and Olyvar shared, it amused him on some level and that was why he'd tolerated the blonde's crush on him for so long, both knew nothing would ever come from it.

"Hey, if I make it to ten years working for you can I get a kiss?" Oly asked jokingly.

"If I haven't killed you sure."

With that Petyr turned and went back to the elevator leaving Olyvar grinning, he'd already been there eight years.