Foster
As I lie in my bed, staring at the ceiling in the dim lighting coming from the window, I suddenly think a king-sized bed is far too big. It feels like my sweet girl is a mile away.
She hasn’t moved a muscle since I tucked her in a few minutes ago. I can’t even hear her shallow breathing.
This is beyond awkward, and I hate it. I don’t want to rush her, but I do want to hold her and end this madness.
“Foster?” Her voice is soft and timid. I’m so glad she broke the silence first.
“Yes, sweet girl?”
“Could I maybe snuggle up against you?”
“I’d love that.” More than anything in the world. I roll toward her and drag her and the bear closer to me, making her giggle.
When I drop back onto the mattress, I have her tucked against my side, my arm around her. She plants her palm on my chest. “I’ve never been Little in front of someone,” she whispers. “I’m not sure how to process it.”
I stroke her back. “That’s okay, sweet girl. We’ll take it one day at a time and figure it out together.”
There’s a pause and then she speaks again. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything, Amelia. I want you to feel free to talk to me about anything.”
“Okay.” Her fingers are stroking the hairs on my chest absentmindedly. It’s making my heart ache to take things further.
I give her a light squeeze, encouraging her to continue.
“In the past, uh, when you had other Littles, was it, uh… I mean do you…” She draws in a ragged breath. It’s adorable. I think I know what she’s going to ask, but I remain quiet and wait for her. “How does sex fit in?” she blurts out.
I smile. Inside, I’m doing a small victory dance, which I’ve been doing for the past hour. My chest seized when I first set my eyes on her in her bed, wearing these pajamas and hugging that teddy bear. I’ve been walking on air ever since.
“It fits in however we want it to. There are no rules. Some Littles like to shed their Little space and be more adult when they have sex. Others don’t really come out of the role.”
“Oh. Uh, but how do you like it?”
“I’ll take my cues from what you need, sweet girl. I can go either way. If you decide you want to be in your adult persona when you have sex, that’s fine. If you don’t like to come out of the role, that’s fine too. Once I have you completely naked with my mouth wrapped around your nipples and then your clit, it won’t matter if you’re Little or big.”
She stiffens, her breaths halting. “Oh.” When her hand moves again to draw circles on my chest, she starts panting lightly.
“I’m not going to ravage you tonight, sweet girl. It’s late. You need to sleep. Besides, I’ll never be able to let you go after I have you. You’re not ready for that kind of commitment to me yet.” How the hell is it that I’m ready? I’ve known her two days.
The truth is I knew from the moment I first saw her. I might not have fully permitted myself to internalize that, but I knew. I’m still processing the idea even now. I have concerns. Some are about myself. Some are about her.
Amelia has the power to destroy me. I’ve already been hurt before. I don’t want it to happen again. I should be more careful, but as I hold my sweet girl in my arms in my bed, I only feel an intense need to make her mine and keep her forever.
I slide my hand up into her soft golden hair and stroke through the locks several times.
“That feels good,” she murmurs. Hopefully, she’ll fall asleep soon. I hate for her to start tomorrow without enough rest.
I kiss the top of her head and continue running my fingers through her locks. Eventually, she falls asleep. Her body goes slack against me. Her breaths come out even and shallow. She’s exhausted. She’s also going to be too warm plastered to my side while wearing the adorable footed pajamas, but I refuse to ease her out of my embrace. I can’t.
Finally, I fall asleep too.
When the alarm goes off, it startles me, and it takes me a moment to remember I’m not alone. I’m still holding Amelia against me. Neither of us moved all night.
She whimpers, the sweet sound making my cock jump to attention. “Five more minutes,” she mumbles as she rolls off me and curls into a ball.
I can’t keep from chuckling. She’s precious. I slide from the bed and pad to the bathroom to empty my bladder and give myself a pep talk in front of the mirror. I need a new routine because there’s no way I’m going to let Amelia sleep in her own cabin any longer. Now that I’ve held her, all bets are off.
This means I need to get up earlier every day so I can get her out the door and over to the main house on time to start breakfast. It’s obviously not a huge issue this week, but when guests start arriving next week, she can’t be late.
I know Amelia well enough after two days to be certain she’s perfectly capable of getting everywhere she needs to be on time. She’s punctual and eager. She runs a tight ship in her kitchen. Everything is in its place. The moment a dish is dirty, she washes it and puts it away.
But I want her life to mesh with mine. I want to be the one to set an alarm and get her out the door. I want to walk her there and check on her throughout the day. I want to coincide my breaks with hers so I can spend time with her.
I know Craig and Leah won’t mind. I’m certain they’ve already picked up on my connection with Amelia. I work hard to maintain this property and have for years. Everyone, especially Roman, knows I’ll continue to do so no matter what comes up.
Right now, Amelia has come up, so I’ll work odd hours to maximize my time with her and…well, Daddy her.
I run my hands through my hair and take a deep breath. When I return to the bed, I grin at how my sweet girl has burrowed under the covers. I can’t see anything except a tuft of blond curls sticking out. I wonder if she’s always like this in the morning.
I quickly pull on jeans, a T-shirt, and shoes before tugging the covers off her from the bottom.
She grumbles. “Too early. Need another snooze.”
Ah. I bet she sets her alarm earlier than she needs to get up and hits snooze a few times every morning. This will be fun. I tickle her jammies-covered toes, making her squirm and tug her legs away from me.
This doesn’t stop me though. I grab an ankle and drag her toward my side of the bed. She ends up sideways, wiggling in my grip while she holds on to her teddy bear. Her eyes are squeezed closed. “Five more minutes,” she grumbles.
As soon as I have her close enough, I reach for the zipper at her neck and drag it down her body. It extends all the way to her pussy, and I suck in a breath when I notice my sweet girl is wearing a sexy pink thong under the footed pajamas. Incongruent and I love it.
She gasps when she realizes what’s happened. Her eyes bolt open and she drops the teddy to grip the sides of her jammies.
“Got your attention?” I ask as I drag a finger along the top edge of her thong, reaching under the sides of the PJs to do so.
“Foster…” My name comes out on a moan as she tips her head back and arches her chest, her hips lifting slightly at the same time. Jesus.
“I needed to figure out a way to wake you up, sweet girl. Apparently, this works.” I drag my fingertip down toward her pussy before dipping under the lacy triangle to find her clit.
She gasps and arches again, releasing the sides of her jammies either because she no longer cares if I see her naked or because she’s no longer aware of anything but the feel of my finger on her clit.
When I dip my finger lower and drag it through her folds, I find her soaking wet. Her breath hitches, and the sides of her PJs part, revealing her breasts to me.
My God. She’s so perfect. Small pert boobs with the rosiest pink tips. I yank the sides of her PJs out of the way and lean over to capture one of those nipples with my mouth.
Amelia grips the sheets at her sides with her fists. It’s enough to drive me to want more, and I tug my hand from under the elastic of her thong to grab the sides of her jammies and yank them over her shoulders and down her arms.
She gets all tangled up, whimpering as her wrists get trapped at her sides.
I consider fighting with the material even longer to get it totally off her so I can spread her wide and feast on every inch of her skin. But I’m impatient, and enough of her is exposed for me to do what I want now anyway.
She moans as I spread her knees and hold them wide. I can’t fully see her pussy, but I don’t need to. I need to taste her. The cotton material has been tugged down enough for me to get my mouth on her.
I press her thighs open, trapping her hands under her knees. She’s so tangled up in the PJs she can’t escape. The moment my mouth lands on her pussy, she cries out.
“Oh, God. Foster.”
That’s it, sweet girl. Make all the noises for me. Show me how much you like it when I suck your clit.
I nudge the lace aside and flick the tiny perfect nub with my tongue before sucking it in between my lips.
Amelia is trembling, her head rolling back and forth. Her breasts are jiggling when I glance up. But I need more, so I thrust my tongue into her, learning her scent, loving that she’s shaved bare, nuzzling my nose along her folds.
“Please…” she begs. Music to my ears.
I suck her clit in again, circle it with my tongue, torment it by changing up my actions every few seconds, flicking, sucking, licking. All the while, my sweet girl is moaning and whimpering.
Releasing one thigh, I bring my hand to her pussy and thrust two fingers into her. For a moment I freeze. She’s so fucking tight. Her pussy is gripping me like a vice. I’m startled and pleased at the same time. I’ve never felt a pussy this tight. I guess she hasn’t had sex with anyone since she left her abusive ex.
Finally, she digs her heels into the mattress, lifts her bottom off the bed, and stiffens as she comes. I feel the pulses of her release, and my cock switches from stiff to protesting.
I won’t fuck her this morning though. It was marginally okay for me to devour her like I have as it is. She was only half-awake when I dragged her over and started teasing her.
She’s breathing heavily as I plant one last kiss on her pussy, let the thong settle back into place, and wipe my mouth on the back of my hand. I kiss my way up her tummy to her breasts next, dropping a quick kiss on both nipples before meeting her hazy gaze.
She’s grinning, sated. Eyes blinking. “Is that your idea of a snooze button?”
“Yep.” I smile at her as I tug her jammies back up over her shoulders before zipping her into them once again. “I’m curious what your usual routine is though.”
“I like to hit the snooze two times.”
“Two? Exactly two?” I tease.
“Yep.”
“So even your snooze button is organized and precise.”
She narrows her gaze. “Of course it is.”
“Well, new rules, sweet girl. My bed, my rules.”
Her brows shoot up. “You say that as if you intend for me to sleep here every night.”
“You say that as if you don’t.”
She fidgets, squirming under my scrutiny. “I just thought… Well, I mean I assume a branch won’t scare me every night.”
“Nope. No branches will scare you again because if you wake up scared, I’ll be right beside you to soothe you.”
She bites her bottom lip. I can see she’s pondering whether or not she wants to consent to this arrangement. I didn’t really pose it as a question.
When she releases her lip, she clears her throat. “What are these new rules?” She narrows her gaze. “I get eighteen minutes of orgasms in the place of two snoozes?”
I chuckle. “Does the idea repulse you in some way?” I tease.
She shakes her head, her cheeks pinkening. “Nope, but I’m not sure I’m ready to make such a drastic change.”
I grab her waist and tickle her. “Replacing eighteen minutes of sleep with mind-blowing orgasms is a drastic life change?”
She giggles. “No, but practically moving in with a man I met two days ago is a drastic life change. Especially one who intends to dominate me as thoroughly as I’m certain you do.”
“How about if we take it in stages. For now, you bring over only the clothes you need the next day. That way you’re never more committed than one night at a time.”
She searches my gaze. “Just because you caught me indulging my Little alone in my cabin doesn’t mean I’m suddenly a full-time Little, Foster.”
“I know, sweet girl.” I lift one of her hands and kiss her knuckles. “No pressure. Just one day at a time.” I pull her closer and she squeals as I lift her off the bed and cradle her in my arms.
“What are you doing?”
“Carrying you back to your cabin so you can get ready for work.”
“What if someone sees me? How embarrassing.” She grabs me around the neck though to hold on.
I turn to leave the room, well aware her teddy bear is still on my bed. That’s where her body will be tonight too. “After dinner, you can bring a change of clothes to my place. Tomorrow you won’t have to be carried in a walk of shame.” I chuckle. “But, Amelia, no one’s here this morning. I’m sure Craig and Leah aren’t even awake yet. It’s just you and me. No one’s going to see me carrying you home.”
“Okay.” She snuggles against me. “It’s not like I have much of a choice. I don’t even have shoes.”
“Ooh, there’s an idea,” I tease. “You could stay barefoot all the time and then you’d have no choice but to let me carry you.”
She swats at my chest playfully. “You can’t carry me everywhere. I’m too heavy.”
I frown as we exit my cabin. “You’re as light as a feather. I think I’ll hide your shoes. It’s a great idea.”
“It’s a silly idea. You better not.” She squirms in my arms.
I hold her tighter and continue down the path from my cabin to hers. It’s chilly out this morning. I’m glad she’s fully covered in the cute footed pajamas.
When we reach her cabin, I use one hand to unlock and open the door before entering and setting her on her feet inside. I close the door behind me before patting her bottom to urge her toward her bedroom. “Do you need to shower?”
“No. I took a bath last night.”
“Then let’s get you dressed.”
She spins toward me and flattens her small palms on my chest. “You wait out here. I can get dressed on my own.”
I lift a brow. Do I want to have this battle this morning? Perhaps it’s not prudent. I will want her to let me take care of her in the near future, but I don’t need to die on this hill today.
I lift both hands in surrender and settle on her loveseat. “One request.”
“What’s that?” she asked tentatively.
“You wear another one of those sexy thongs under your clothes so I can spend the day wondering what color it is.”
She giggles as she turns to rush into her room, shutting the door behind her.
I stare at the door. Damn. It’s probably for the best. I need to catch my breath. If she had let me follow her into the room, choose her clothes, dress her, and fix her hair, I might have come in my pants from the rush of dominance.
I don’t want to push her too far too fast and scare her, but at the same time, she needs to understand what I expect from her. A bait and switch won’t work in my favor either.
When she opens the door and steps back into the living room, she’s wearing a dress. It makes my breath hitch. I haven’t seen her in a dress yet. She’s been in jeans both days. It’s not fancy. It’s a loose-hanging T-shirt dress. Lavender with a V-neck and three-quarter-length sleeves.
Now, I really want to know what color her thong is.
She has on cute sandals too. Silver. It’s late summer. She won’t be able to wear dresses or sandals much longer here in Seattle, but I find my mind wandering to ideas of things I could buy her that would keep her warm while looking adorable on her at the same time. Leggings and short cotton dresses for example.
Will she let me buy her clothes? Will she let me choose what she wears in the mornings and dress her? I’m going to hope the answer to both of those questions turns out to be yes and do some online shopping the moment I have her settled in the kitchen.
“What?” she asks as she glances down at herself.
I realize I’ve been staring, and I push to standing. “Sorry. You look so pretty. I wanted to look at you for a moment.”
“Thank you.” She flushes adorably. “I should get to the main house. Leah will wonder what happened to me.”
I chuckle. “I don’t think anyone will wonder why the chef who serves breakfast for three people between eight and ten isn’t in the kitchen before six, sweet girl.”
“Still…”
I head for the door and set my hand on the knob, but before I open it, I wrap my free arm around her waist and haul her against me, loving the gasp that comes from her lips.
I kiss her, a slow, wet, lingering kiss that makes her knees wobble and pleases me greatly. When I release her, she blinks, dazed. Perfect.
One day at a time, Foster. Slow this train down.