Niko
I hate waking Brea up, but she’s been sound asleep for an hour. If I let her sleep any longer, she’ll have trouble sleeping tonight. Plus, she’d be in a panic if she didn’t get back to the main house to work some more this afternoon.
Brea is a very hard worker, conscientious and determined in all things. She is efficient and thorough. She has a system when she’s cleaning. I’ve watched her enough to see her running through a mental checklist. She would be flustered if she weren’t there to help Amy with dinner.
I ease into her room, my heart full as I watch her sleeping for a few more minutes. I’d give anything to stand here watching her instead of waking her. She’s so peaceful. I’ve never seen her this peaceful. And Lord knows Brea deserves some peace.
Her face is relaxed, her lips parted, her brow smooth. She’s curled on her side, her knees drawn up. She’s clutching the doll, and several of the stuffed animals have fallen on the floor. Her cheeks are flushed. She’s undoubtedly too warm under the covers with all her clothes on.
From now on, I’ll tuck her in wearing far less clothing. The weight of the blanket is probably good for her, but I don’t want her overheated.
Finally, I stroke her cheek, tucking a soft lock of auburn hair behind her ear. “Hey, kitten,” I whisper as I lower my lips to her cheek. “Time to wake up.”
She blinks awake, her brows coming together. She’s confused as she glances around.
“Do you remember where you are, Little one?”
She nods slowly. “I fell asleep,” she declares as if this is a revelation.
“Yep. You had a nice nap. I bet you’ll feel refreshed this afternoon.”
She frowns as she pushes to sitting. “I don’t like to nap.”
I chuckle and tap her nose. “Good thing Little girls don’t make the rules, then, huh?”
“Napping can’t be a rule. It’s silly.”
“Napping is mandatory,” I inform her sternly. “It keeps Little girls from getting crabby in the evenings. I’ve seen you yawn starting late in the afternoon.”
“That’s because I don’t sleep well at night. You can’t fix that,” she defends, crossing her arms adorably.
“I bet I can. I bet the blanket helped. And the pillow and stuffies too. They made you feel less lonely.”
“Well, I don’t have all these things in my bed, so it won’t work at night.”
“It will if you sleep in this bed instead.” I lift a brow. I hope she doesn’t intend to fight me on this. I want her in my cabin from now on.
Her eyes widen. “You want me to sleep in here? That doesn’t seem…”
“Proper?” I chuckle.
“Well, yeah. I mean what if Foster and Amy noticed?”
I sit on the edge of her bed and set my hand down on the other side of her hips, trapping her legs. “First of all, we’re consenting adults. It’s no one else’s business where we sleep. Second of all, unless you’ve told anyone otherwise, I’m betting they already assume we’re sharing a bed.” I wait for her to realize this is true.
She sighs. “They probably do, but that doesn’t mean we should move in together.”
I reach out and stroke her cheek. I had figured this might be difficult for her, so I’m prepared for the battle. “Think of it as a trial. As your Daddy, I want you in my cabin. I want to know if you’re restless and not sleeping. I want to comfort you in the night. I want to put you to bed and wake you up in the morning.”
“I’d sleep in here?”
“For now, kitten. Yes.”
She bites her lower lip. “Can I think about it?”
I shake my head. “Nope. I already made the decision.”
She blinks at me as she processes what I’ve said.
“I told you I was going to go full Daddy on you today, and I meant it.”
“Okay,” she whispers, shuddering.
“I’ll give you some choices throughout the day, but ultimately I expect you to do as you're told. You can’t get the full effect of what it means to be Little if you don’t put yourself in my care. Can you do that, kitten?”
She nods. “I think so.”
“Good girl. Now, first choice.” I run my fingers through her soft hair. “Pigtails or braids?”
She giggles. “I’m not very good at either.”
“That’s okay. I am.” I stand, pull the covers back, and reach out a hand to help her up.
She slides off the edge of the bed, landing on her feet. “You can do my hair?”
“Of course. Now, it’s been a while. I might get it crooked the first few times, but Daddies are great at doing their Little girls’ hair.” I point toward the door to the room. “How about if you go potty? I’ll make your bed and meet you in the bathroom.”
“I can make my bed, Daddy. I make beds all day. I’m good at it.”
“I know you are, but from now on when you’re in this cabin, you aren’t working. You’re Little. And as my Little, I’ll take care of you instead of the other way around. You take care of everyone else all day long. When we’re home, it’s time for you to be pampered.”
She’s smiling as she stares at me. “I don’t know what that’s like.”
“You’re going to find out. Now, go potty.”
She skips out of the room. I don’t take my gaze off her until she’s out of sight. She’s a breath of fresh air. Pure and sweet and so innocent. I nearly choked when she came undone under my fingers earlier. It took me forever to convince my cock to stand down, and even then, I only managed about half-mast. The shaft is back in full force now, demanding action. It’s going to have to be patient. Brea isn’t ready for sex. She’s not ready to see me naked either.
I fully intend to see every inch of her before the end of the day, but I won’t be returning the favor. I don’t have that kind of willpower.
After arranging the pile of stuffies at the end of the bed, I tuck her doll under the covers as if she’ll be napping while we’re gone.
Brea opens the bathroom door as I approach.
“Did you name your doll?” I ask as I enter with her and point to the toilet seat so she’ll sit.
She drops onto the seat. “Not yet. I need to think about it. Names are important.”
“They are. I agree. Take your time.”
She tips her head back as I brush out her hair. “Maybe she’s Nikki since you gave her to me.”
I chuckle. “How will I know which one of us you’re talking to? That’s too similar to Niko.”
“Because I don’t call you Niko. I call you Daddy.”
“Ah. Good point.” And one that warms my heart. I part her hair down the center and then decide on French braids. It takes me a while to get started, but I think they turn out pretty well. I even tie dark purple ribbons that match her leggings to the ends.
Brea’s eyes widen when she stands to look in the mirror. “Daddy, that’s amazing. I love it.” She throws her arms around me. “I’ve never had French braids before. They’re so pretty.”
“I’m glad you like them.” I lean over and kiss her forehead. “Shall we get back to the main house? While you work, I’m going to go over some details about the basement additions with Craig.”
She grins up at me. “When are you going to tell us what you’re building?”
“You’ll have to wait and see, kitten.”
I love how she skips alongside me on our way to the kitchen. Every day she’s lighter and happier and more open. She’s blossoming. Apropos since she works at Blossom Ridge.
When we step inside, Amy is at the island. I tip Brea’s head back with a finger under her chin and kiss her on the lips. I’ve never done that in front of anyone before. She flushes, but she smiles too. I don’t think she minds me claiming her.
“Be good. I’ll see you at dinner.” I’m smitten. I wish I could stay in the kitchen and watch her work or follow her around the house just to be with her. But that would overwhelm her. I intend to go full Daddy on her at dinner and this evening. She needs some downtime in between.
Entering in a deeper age-play relationship can be stressful under the best of circumstances, but in Brea’s case, she hasn’t fully acknowledged she’s even Little yet, so I need to keep my expectations reasonable. Give her some space.
For the love of God, I need to stay out of her room when she’s in her bed and let her explore her sexuality. It will be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, especially if I hear her sweet sexy noises when she’s masturbating, but she deserves the privacy to explore.
I make my way to Craig’s office and tap on the open doorway.
Craig spins around to face me. “Come on in. Good timing. I just finished going over the inventory.”
I take a seat across from him on the other side of his desk. “Did you have a chance to look over the final blueprints?”
He nods as he finds them on his desk and unrolls them to flatten them out on his desktop. “I did. I love it. The Littles are going to love this room, but so are the Daddies.”
“That’s my hope. I’ve finished rewiring the room so there are more outlets and they’re up to local standard. Now I need to wait for the inspector to come in and approve that part before I can start with the drywall.”
Craig nods. “Good. Are you sure you don’t mind parting with your own personal collection to get this room started?”
“Not at all. Those haven’t been used in years. They’re just collecting dust these days. And I’ve got a lead on several others around the Seattle area. I’ll need to go home sometime next week to meet the team who’s picking them up from my house.”
“Of course.” Craig grins. “I bet you don’t intend to go alone.”
I’m glad he realizes this. It makes my life easier. “No. Can you manage for a night without Brea?”
“Of course. Not a problem at all. Have you told her about this little trip?”
“Not yet. I’m trying not to overwhelm her with too many things at once. When we get closer to that day, I’ll let her know.”
Craig leans back in his chair. “How are things going with Brea anyway? I knew Foster thought the two of you might hit it off. He wasn’t wrong.”
I shake my head. “He knows me well. Can’t say I was in the market for a Little, but she knocked me on my ass the moment I saw her.”
“Sometimes people just know. I knew Leah was mine almost immediately. Took me a while to get her to see it that way, but eventually, she did.”
“Yeah, I’m taking things as slowly as I can with Brea. She’s so innocent and naïve. I want to be sure she’s making her own decisions. It’s hard because to me she’s so obviously Little, but it’s important for her to come into that on her own. If I rush her, I’ll alienate her.”
“I agree. She’s opening up more every day.”
“I warned her I would be in full Daddy mode starting today, so she’ll be in a deeper Little space at dinner tonight.”
Craig smiles. “Looking forward to watching her grow into herself. I’m glad you’re here for her.” His expression changes to a more serious one. “Should I be scoping out a new head of housekeeping?”
I shake my head. “No. That would drive her away from me. She loves this job and her newfound independence. I won’t take that away from her.” I run a hand over my head and sigh. “I have no idea how this is going to work, but I do know I can’t put my foot down and demand she move to Seattle.”
Craig’s brows are furrowed. “Foster told me you designed your home and did a lot of the construction. Surely you’re not thinking of moving.”
I inhale deeply. “Not right now. Moving is not on my radar. The thought of giving up that house makes me cringe. But it’s a house. Brea is a human. She comes first.”
Craig smiles. “You’re a good man, and you know we certainly have enough projects around here to keep you busy for damn near as long as you’d like to drag it out.”
“I know, and I appreciate it. One day at a time for now.” I push to standing. “I’ll let you get back to work. I have a few more things to do in the basement before dinner.”
“Hey,” Craig calls out as I turn to leave his office. “It’s none of my business of course, but Leah and I are aware that Brea has a very limited education. I’ve noticed her reading a few times in the library. I’m certain you have something to do with that. Thank you for helping her. We hadn’t come up with a way to offer assistance without possibly embarrassing her.”
I nod. “She’s very bright. We’re working on it.” It pleases me to know she reads when she’s not with me.
“Like I said, you’re a good man, Niko.”
“I’m just a man with strong Daddy tendencies who has met his Little girl. That’s all. I’m no hero.”
“To her you are, and that’s what matters.”
I tap the doorframe on my way out and head back through the kitchen, straight for the back stairs.
Amy is at the counter, humming as she cuts vegetables on the cutting board. She turns to me with a smile. “Hey, Niko. Brea’s upstairs if you’re looking for her.”
“Nope. Just heading downstairs for a bit. I’ll see you all at dinner.” I head down the steps, acutely aware that it’s disappointing I didn’t get to see Brea on my way by. I’m so tightly wrapped around that Little girl’s finger that I hate being away from her. I wonder if she’s as deeply into me as I am her. Probably not. At least not yet. I hope to get to that point though. Soon.