Several weeks had gone by since Jon Arryn's wake and Lysa hadn't left him alone since, kept calling the club, showing up and harassing his staff until they called him down from his office. Petyr had give serious thought to setting Lady on her but that would have just been cruel to the animal. As a result of Lysa's insistence to just pop the fuck up he'd not been able to spend as long as he'd have liked with his girl. She'd even interrupted their dinner, just them, there alone time on the rood garden. That was how he and Sansa ended up having a 'do over' dinner in the roof garden gazebo. Petyr had made jambalaya – one of Sansa's favourites – and lit the whole gazebo up with candles for his darling kitten, she loved all the little romantic things and Petyr knew he'd always go out of his way to make sure she got them. What Petyr Baelish's Sweetling wanted, Petyr Baelish's Sweetling got.

Sansa had changed into one of her little lacy blue dresses and her day collar, a thin band of silver metal accented with wisps of gold and detailed with, finished with a small heart shaped padlock. Sansa had instantly felt relief the second the smooth metal touched her skin, she wore her day collar basically anywhere her mother wasn't; if Catelyn ever saw it the collar would be taken from her padlock key or no. Whenever her mother was about Sansa had to get by with just her beloved S pendant and the knowledge that her collar was safely tucked away inside the silver jewellery box Petyr had gifted her for her birthday.

"Thank you for this, Daddy." Said Sansa as she sat down in his lap after dinner, there was a cool breeze in the night air.

"Of course, my angel." Petyr smiled as he pulled her closer while Lady lazed on the floor at the bottom of the gazebo steps. "You're aunt won't disturb us tonight, I have given Olyvar, Ros and Percival their orders. She'd have to scale her way up the building to get to me."

Sansa chuckled at that. "I wouldn't put it past her."

"Hmm, you might be right about that. Remind me to grease up the building."

Suddenly Sansa's chuckle turned to a roar of laughter, the mental image was utterly fantastic. When her laughter finally died down Petyr changed the subject from the irritating Lysa Arryn to something more less depressing.

"Have you thought any more about your university applications?"

Sansa grumbled. "Oh, don't you start as well."

Petyr fixed Sansa with a dominant look. "What did you just say to me?"

Sansa hung her head. "Sorry, Daddy. It's just... my mom won't leave me alone, keeps going on about how I have to get into KLU. I thought she was overbearing before but now but this is way worse."

"I don't give a damn what your mother things, Sweetling. Where do you want to go, still Dorne?"

The redhead nodded. "Yes." She sighed. "But she won't ever let me go that far from home. She thinks the girls in Dorne show too much skin, like she has no idea it's hot as hell there and not the eighteen-hundreds."

Petyr snorted at that. "You can go anywhere you want, baby girl, you'll be an adult and you can think for yourself. Apply to Dorne, Sansa, we've had this conversation before."

"You really think I should?" Sansa looked up at him, a hand on his lapel.

"Yes, Kitten, I do. We've spoken a few times about your schooling and I still stand by my earlier view. Just do it, Sweetling."

Sansa straightened as though a sudden wave of confidence flooded through her.

"Okay. You're right, Daddy, I can't let her tell me what to do forever. She doesn't own me."

"No she doesn't," Petyr confirmed. "I do."

The pair shared a smile, one of those knowing ones and then Petyr pressed a kiss to Sansa's for a loving kiss.

"If you like I'll have Oberyn put in a good word for you. He knows the Dean, makes a lot of donations since all his children go there."

Sansa beamed. "You'd do that?"

"My girl, you should know by now I'll do anything for you. Now, what do you say I take you downstairs and fuck you against one of the full length windows for all the world to see?"

Sansa purred and slipped from his lap to his knees, this was going to be fun.

XXXX

Several months passed by with little of interest happening, well, apart from the fact Sansa had grown sick of hiding her relationship with Petyr. Every morning she'd stare at her calendar before heading off to school; still it had to be done.

That Tuesday Sansa had a half day, of course she'd not told her mother and since nothing had been said she assumed that Arya had come up with the same idea, seemed like the one time Sansa and her little sister were on the same page. Instead of going home or hanging out with Jeyne she'd headed straight to Petyr's club to surprise him. The redhead had planned all this and so had quickly changed her shoes and put on her day collar as soon as school had released her; some days Sansa really did feel that school was more like day release from prison.

The Mockingbird was closed as was to be expected at twelve-thirty in the afternoon but Percival Kett was already on the door. He'd quickly learnt that she was the boss' girl and not to block her from the club. The redhead greeted the tall black man on her way in and he actually flashed her a smile strange considering she'd been pretty sure Kett didn't like her, though he did raise an eyebrow. Sansa looked even younger in her uniform, something that irritated her on a daily basis.

On her way through the main floor she passed Olyvar who grinned at her, she wasn't sure what she'd done to make the blonde like her so much but Sansa was glad he did. When the teen got to the elevator she punched in her name and hopped on, the half day had been to prepare for their upcoming exams byt Sansa had a set study time when she got home and there was no way in hell her Mother was going have the chance to extend that to all goddamn day. Sansa wanted her Daddy!

The elevator dinged and then the silver doors rolled open, there was a grin on her face but it faded when she realised the penthouse was empty, no Lady, no Daddy, nothing. Sansa went up to his room, something caused by a kernel of hope inside her, but he wasn't there. He had to be somewhere in the building, Olyvar would have told her if he'd left, Lady's leash was on the kitchen island too so Lady was there as well.

A little disgruntled Sansa headed down to the floor Petyr's office called home and made her way down the hall to his office door. She was about to knock when voices reached her. Once was clearly Petyr, another was Lady growling while the last sounded like... Lysa. Sansa's brow furrowed. Her Daddy had done all he could to keep Lysa Arryn out of the club, maybe she had actually scaled her way up the building. Just as Sansa was about to press her ear to the dark wood door it was yanked open and only by the grace of God did she manage to hop out of sight in time. Lysa had her back to the doorway and her lips locked on Petyr's, Sansa could see his beautiful green eyes were clenched shut as he did his best not to recoil. Slowly he managed to push Lysa out of the office, that was when he spotted Sansa. A wave of emotions – the primary one being shock – ghosted over him but he skilfully hid it behind his Littlefinger mask in a heartbeat. Carefully he angled Lysa so as Sansa could shuffle into Petyr's office without being seen, instantly Lady stopped growling and bounded over to be petted.

"I'll see you soon?" She heard Lysa say from outside the door, it made Sansa growl with jealousy. "Robin misses you and so does Mommy."

Holy shit, I'm going to throw up. Sansa actually had to cover her mouth with her hand. Yes, Sansa called Petyr 'Daddy' but the thought of Lysa... she didn't even want to think about it. The redhead genuinely felt ill. Petyr said something but Sansa didn't hear it, maybe she didn't want to.

Not two seconds later Petyr slammed the door shut, all but ran to his desk and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He downed almost half of it in a single gulp. It would have been amusing to watch him gargle with the stuff had she not just witnessed Lysa's tongue down his throat. Sansa had often thought her Daddy drank too much but in this instance she couldn't blame him. When the bottle was slammed down on the desk Sansa's blue eyes flashed up to the older man, before she could utter a single word Petyr yanked his phone from his pocket, punched in some numbers, glued it to his ear and growled. Petyr hadn't so much as looked at her since she'd gone into his office and it made her grave his attention.

"Olyvar! How the fuck did Lysa fucking Arryn get in my office?!" There was a brief pause, it was very rare for Baelish to raise his voice, he usually sounded so quiet and calm – that was what made him terrifying – but when he did yell it meant something had seriously set him off. "Oh, you didn't see her. Christ man, what do I pay you for? Get her out of my fucking club and if she gets back in without my expressed goddamn permission, I'll cut your cock off and feed it to you."

Sansa gulped, he was just angry right? Petyr wouldn't really hurt Oly no matter how angry.

"Daddy?"

The man with ash at his temples tossed his phone down on his desk beside the half empty bottle and strutted towards his gril. His eyes were dark than she'd ever seen before and in one smooth and forceful motion Petyr picked Sansa up and slammed her down on the large desk. His fingers scurried under her school skirt and tugged down her panties, Petyr only removed them from one leg before he was buried inside her. Had Sansa not registered a sharp sting at the sudden intrusion and lack of preparation she'd have wondered how Petyr managed to get his belt and dress pants open so quickly. The hiss of pain gave way rather fast as she revelled in Petyr's clear desperate need for her and Sansa actually found she liked the pain.

Her Daddy pushed Sansa down so her back was flat against the desk, his laptop dug awkwardly into her shoulder but she didn't care. Her wrists were pinned above her head as Petyr thrust deep within his darling girl and locked their lips together, Petyr tasted of whiskey, cigarettes and mint, his usual flavour. Obviously the whiskey had done it's job because Lysa had been purged from his mouth.

"I love you, Daddy." She told him breathlessly as her legs snaked around the older man's hips to keep him close.

"Daddy loves you too. My Sweetling, so perfect." Petyr's grip on Sansa's wrists hurt delightfully. "You always know when Daddy needs you, don't you?"

Petyr moaned, he'd got a tight grip on her but she was soon released so as his large hands could find a new home at her throat, he took a second to delight in the sight of her day collar and beloved S pendant wrapped snugly around her neck. Sansa clawed at his suit clad shoulders desperate to keep him close as her pleasure built.

"My needy little slut." His voice was deep and a little breathless. "Maybe it's not me you came here for, just wanted Daddy's hard cock, hmm?" He groaned. "Is that what my little whore wants? For Daddy to cum in you?"

Sansa gasped, she knew he'd never actually do that to her without a condom, the thought of really doing it probably hadn't even crossed his mind but the idea had Sansa demanding, had a need surge through her.

"Do it, Daddy. Really do it. I want it."

Petyr fixed his green eyes on Sansa's cerulean blue ones, only a shine of dominance filled his.

"No, Sweetling."

"But, Daddy-" He cut her off with a tug to her long hair, just harsh enough to startle her but not enough to truly hurt.

"No!"

He growled, his thrusts grew erratic for a moment but they didn't stop. The growl was a deep and guttural one that almost – almost – pushed Sasna over the edge and into the tidal wave that was euphoric bliss. Sansa cried out with want as fingers once again clawed at his shoulders. The seventeen year old's walls quivered down around her Daddy's length and Petyr groaned into her neck as his grip on her loosened, he pulled out of her and came on the edge of his desk. Though it no longer applied pressure Petyr still had his hand on Sansa's throat, his girl's hips still searched him out as they rode out the end of their pleasurable highs.

"Daddy, please." She muttered in need for her climax.

Petyr chuckled darkly as he looked down at her destroyed and debauched face. Suddenly Petyr pulled her by the back of Sansa's head and crashed their lips together.

"You demanded." He told her sternly. "You don't tell Daddy what to do, I give the orders, Sweetling. And naughty little sluts don't get to cum."

"Please, Daddy." She begged but Petyr was having none of it.

"No! You need to. To do as I tell you."

Petyr pushed Sansa down onto her knees and pressed her face to the pool of his cooling seed on his desk.

"You wanted me inside you, so clean this mess up." Sansa didn't move, not one inch. "Does Daddy need to tell you twice?"

Sansa knew she'd angered him and that there was no way he'd let her cum until she'd done as he told her so Sansa made a show of lapping Petyr's seed from the solid desk. The older man tucked himself away as he watched and sat down in his chair, his eyes didn't leave his darling Sansa for one single second; he didn't even blink.

When Sansa was done she looked up at her Daddy with the most innocence expression she could and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Big blue eyes sparkled with delight. Sansa bit her lip. Baelish wasn't stupid, he knew exactly what Sansa was doing, he made her sit there for a time while they just watched one another and then finally, when he could see that Sansa's knees had started to hurt did he pat his knee.

"Come here, Sweetling."

Sansa obeyed almost instantly and clambered into his lap then cuddled into his chest. Petyr snaked an arm around her while the other rested on her knee.

"What do you do?" He asked

"What you tell me." Responded Sansa as she started to play with his tie; it was rare to see him in a tie.

"What are you?"

"Yours, Daddy."

"That's my good girl. I love you, Sansa." With that Petyr pressed a loving kiss to Sansa's temple. "It won't be like this forever, my love, soon you'll be eighteen and the pretence can end, you'll be able to do anything you please."

"As long as you say I can?"

Petyr chuckled. "Yeah, as long as I say. But you're my little girl, my Sweetling, it's my job to make you happy."

Sansa clung to her Daddy and Petyr's hand tightened around her waist. It wouldn't be too much longer until the hiding, pretending and lies could end and they'd be free.