Hoping I explain this a little better this time. These snippets or blips will be random and not in order and there won't be a story line to follow. Each one can be read by itself and won't lead to the next if that makes sense. Anyway, onto the next blip!

Christian and Ana planned to meet his family at the local carnival, but as he was putting on his shoes, Ana was nowhere to be found.

"Anastasia?" He called out with no answer. "Little girl, I expect you to answer me when I call you!"

"No."

Her voice was defiant when he heard it coming from their walk-in closet. He found her sitting on the floor still in her towel from their shower, her knees pulled up to her chest.

"Did you just tell me no, little girl? You love the carnival. Why are you being a brat?" Crouching down in front of her, he tugged lightly on the end of her braid.

"Because!" She huffed a breath at him.

"You know that's not an answer. Tell Daddy why you're pouting. Use your words."

She straightened her legs out in front of her, but crossed her arms over her chest. "Because you got dressed. And because you didn't even ask me what I was wearing or pick for us."

"My baby, I don't understand. Do you want me to pick for you today? You know I always will. You just have to ask."

She shook her head. "You got dressed and I can't find anything that looks like yours."

Realization hit. "You wanted us to match."

She nodded. "I want people to know you're mine and you didn't give me a chance to match so they know."

"I'm sorry, princess. I didn't know. You didn't need to throw a fit, though. You could have told me nicely."

Her lip comes out in a pout. "But you were already dressed and have your shoes on and I didn't want you getting angry at me because I was disappointed and then I got frustrated cause nothing in my closet seemed good enough. I want everyone to know you're mine. Everyone always looks at you and it's frustrating. I know they can't help it cause you're so handsome, but I want to claw their eyes out."

He bit his bottom lip to keep the smile off his face. "You know you're my baby. You always will be. I'm yours." He unbuttoned his shirt enough to bare his chest and pointed at the tattoo over his heart. "What's this?"

She stared at the mark on his chest. "An 'A'."

"That's right. And what does that stand for?"

"Anastasia."

He nodded. "You have my heart. Always. I have your mark right here so everyone knows I'm yours."

Sighing, her arms relaxed at her side. "Okay, you're right. I'm sorry, Daddy."

"I forgive you, little girl. Now, let's hurry to pick out our outfits so I can change."

Her eyes lit up. "Really? We can match?"

Chuckling, he kissed her forehead. "I never said I had a problem with changing, babydoll. Just with your attitude."

XxXxXx

"Now, let's go over what we talked about. What are the rules?" Christian and Ana were sitting in their parking spot at the carnival.

"To not let go of your hand."

"And?"

"And not to answer if a man talks to me."

"That's right. You let me deal with the assholes. What else?"

"To ask for permission before getting food."

He nodded. "Very good girl." Last time she ate so much food she had a tummy ache and spent a whole evening in the bathroom, sick.

Christian opened his door and made his way around the car to his Ana, who was waiting like a good little girl for him to open the door. He offered his hand to her and entwined his fingers with hers when they began to walk.

Their matching low top black chucks moved in sync while she swung their arms lightly back and forth. Ana kept her eyes peeled and took in every food stall she could so she could narrow down what food she wanted later. She knew her dom would only allow her a couple things, but there was so much to choose from.

Once they passed the first set of food stalls, they stopped at the ticket booth and Christian paid for an armband for both of them so they would have unlimited rides. He didn't plan on riding too many things, but it was much easier than keeping track of tickets.

"Let's take a lap around and then we'll decide what to do first."

Ana smiled up at him. "Yes, Da- Christian. That sounds good."

Christian's face broke out into a grin. He loved when she would slip back into her little head space in public. He loved that she felt so safe with him that her brain could do it so comfortably. "Such a good girl."

They made it down to the opposite end of the carnival, where the stage was set up with bands and found his family.

"Ana! Come with me! No one will go on the scrambler with me and I know you'll go!" Elliot urged, smiling.

Mia tutted. "Sorry we don't feel like throwing up as soon as we get here!"

Elliot rolled his eyes at his sister. "Christian? Can I borrow your girl?" Elliot was the only one in the family that knew of their relationship.

Ana looked up at Christian and squeezed his hand, but Christian was regarding his brother for a moment before leaning down to whisper in her ear. "You hold onto him and don't wander."

She smiled sweetly up at him. "Yes."

Before Christian could release her hand, Elliot grabbed her opposite and yanked her toward the dizzying ride with her giggling behind him. Smiling, Christian shook his head. He trusted his brother completely and knew he didn't need to worry about her while she was with him.

XxXxXx

Anastasia was sitting, enjoying the band on stage while Christian disappeared to get them pork kabobs and loaded twisty fries. He promised that they would take a funnel cake home for later when he saw her struggling to make a decision and she was happy. Not just because of the food, but because of Christian. Even though he wasn't a fan of rides, he rode a few of them with her, including going through the house of mirrors and the fun house.

Carnivals always reminded her of a simpler time when she was young and being able to have fun with him and see him laugh and be silly was the best sight in the world. He was always so serious and brooding because of the stress from work, but when he let himself relax, it was a sight to behold. She found him so sexy when he did... not that he wasn't always sexy... but it was a nice change that only a select few got to enjoy.

"Hi." She looked up to see a young man with dark hair and eyelashes smiling down at her. He seemed to have too many perfect teeth for his mouth.

Instead of responding, she did as she was told and turned to ignore him, but it didn't stop the dark haired man from continuing.

"I'm Eric." He sat next to her and she scooted over on the bench a little when she felt he was too close. "I won't hurt you. I just wanted to introduce myself. What's your name?"

"Go away." She murmured, realizing the silent treatment wasn't working.

"That's a funny name. What's it from?"

She rolled her eyes at his terrible sense of humor. "It's Dutch. It means walk away before you're forced to."

"Forced to?" He laughed. "What's a pretty thing like you going to do? It's a public park. I can sit where I please."

She stood to move and he stood with her, intending on following her wherever she went.

"It's not me you have to worry about."

He snorted. "What? You got a boyfriend? What kind of boyfriend leaves a girl like you unattended? If you were mine-"

"I'm leaving." She cut him off. "Don't follow me."

When she turned away from him, she was met by Christian's strong body. He quickly set their food and drinks on the long bench.

"This fucker bugging you, babydoll?"

She nodded. "Yes. He won't leave me alone."

Christian didn't even glance down at his girl. His gaze remained on the fucker with the brown eyes, scowling at him. He was a thin young kid that looked like he'd break in two with a flick to the chest. He watched the fucker swallow and look away for a second before his eyes came back to his.

"Shouldn't leave her unattended."

"Whether I'm here, twenty feet away, or a hundred miles away, she knows she belongs to me. Fuckers like you would do well to remember that. Aggressively seeking out an uninterested woman will only get you six feet under or in the slammer. Go. Turn around and walk away." He leaned over Ana a little to get in his face. "Now."

With one last sneer, the man finally turned and stomped off, allowing Christian to concentrate on his girl.

"You okay?" He rubbed her shoulders.

"Yea..." She answered, looking behind her to make sure he left. "He was an asshole... let's eat."

Ana had a seat back on the bench and, still reeling, Christian set next to her and handed her a Diet Pepsi and placed the food between them so they could share. He was trying to remain calm so he didn't stress her out but it pissed him off that he couldn't leave her for ten minutes without some dickbeater approaching her.

XxXxXx

Christian pressed a kiss to his naked Anastasia, who was laying underneath him. Reaching up, his index finger stroked her delicate neck before he wrapped his fingers around it, his palm resting against the front.

"I'm going to be rough with you tonight, little girl. Remember to use your colors if you need to and that I'll take care of you afterward."

She tried to nod, but his hand was so big against her neck, her head was pinned in place on the pillow. "Yes, Daddy."

Feeling her voice against his palm made his cock jump. He could so easily harm her, but she was so trusting, knowing he would never, that she remained relaxed below him.

"You're Daddy's good girl." He nuzzled into the side of her neck. "Open for me." His voice was a whisper in her ear and she shivered when his gravely voice reverberated down her ear canal. Her thighs spead for him so he could reach down to touch her. "I'm going to finger fuck you until I can hear how wet you are, then I'll shove my huge cock in that tight cunt as hard and as long as I want while I hold you down by this delicate little neck."

She whimpered and shoved her hips into his fingers, which he kept shoving into her.

"What are your colors?"

"Yellow and red."

"And what will I never do?"

"Hurt me."

"That's right. Fucking should never be painful for you."

"Only punishment."

"Good girl. But never past your tolerance level, right little girl?" His fingers moved faster and he could feel her begin to leak down his fingers, the wet sound coming from his fast movements.

She moaned and grabbed the sheet on each side of her, panting. "Yes... yes, Daddy. Never."

"Tell me why and I'll make you come."

"Because..." Her eyes went cross-eyed and her hips started to jerk. She knew as soon as he touched her clit she would go off like a rocket. "Be-because you're a good Daddy Dom. You take ca-care of your li-little." She was struggling to answer but wanted to hurry so he'd touch her like she wanted.

"Good girl." His thumb found her clit. "Scream for Daddy."

XxXxXx

Christian pressed kisses to every inch of her neck, over the red marks his hand left.

"How are you feeling, my baby?"

Ana laid with her eyes closed, a small smile on her face. "Good."

"I wasn't too rough?"

Her head shook against her pillow. "Perfectly rough."

He laughed. "Perfectly rough, huh?"

Giggling, she nodded.

"Are you sore?" His hand cupped her sex and she nodded.

"A little."

Sliding out of bed, he pulled the comforter up to her chin, making sure she was warm and comfortable. "I'll run a bath and take care of you."

He made quick work of filling the bathtub, using her favorite bath oils and salts, making sure everything was mixed thoroughly before retrieving a silk nightgown and underwear for her from their closet. He made sure to choose a pair of her comfortable briefs like he always did when he was rough. He didn't want anything rubbing or pulling on her when she was healing.

"It's ready."

She reached for him and he picked her up and carried her to the bathtub, where he set her down in the enormous tub to soak. She looked so small and delicate in their oversized tub and it made his heart ache at the sweetness of it.

She looked up at him and he knew she was waiting for him to join her, so he had to cut his staring short and slipped in behind her, pulling her into his lap. Even sitting on his lap, the water still covered her chest which he was thankful for, because the last thing he wanted was for her to deal with his shaft poking her in the backside because he couldn't take his eyes off her perky breasts.

He began to massage her body, starting at her shoulders and working his way down her body, turning her around so he could continue to her legs and feet. He watched as her eyes began to droop and she stifled yawns every few minutes while he washed her.

By the time he lifted her out of the bathtub to dry her, her eyes were barely open. He managed to massage her into complete mush.

"You'll be asleep soon, my baby. I just need to brush through your hair." Her hair was in a tangled mess of a bun from him flipping her around and fucking her hard. He knew it would be even worse in the morning if he didn't take care of it then.

Placing her on the chair at her vanity, he carefully released her hair from its holder, and began to brush out her tangles, starting at the ends like she taught him. Her hair was long and luxurious and he loved every inch of it.

When the hair was soft and silky again, he pressed a kiss to her head. "Can you stand long enough for me to dress you?"

Nodding, she stood from her spot at the vanity and he slipped her into her nightgown and comfortable panties.

"Alright, let's get my girl to bed." Picking her up, he carried her back to bed so he could snuggle her to sleep.

"You're such a good girl for me."

"Do you feel better now?" She asked before covering her mouth from another yawn.

"Yes, princess. I've claimed what's mine and I'm happy."