Niko
There’s nothing more precious than holding Brea in my lap while she enjoys the movie. It’s humbling to witness her reactions every time she has a new experience. Watching her face light up from the antics of fictitious characters in a movie she’s never seen is priceless.
She squirms several times but stills when I pat her thigh. I love how her braids tickle my nose when she twists her head around to look at me. I love even more how often she does so, her eyes wide with excitement. She grins throughout the movie. I’m not sure she’s ever smiled for that long in her life.
If I have anything to say in the matter, she’ll experience this kind of pleasure often from now on. It’s so infrequent that she lets herself relax and enjoy simple pleasures. She’s always on the move, cleaning something or scurrying around.
I want her to learn to give herself a break, slow down, smell the roses. It’s going to take time, but I’ll nudge her to care for herself every day until it comes more naturally.
We started dinner early, so when the movie ends, it’s not very late. While the two Littles who are visiting this week try to talk their Daddies into another movie, I stand, taking Brea with me.
We’re not staying. I want us to have some time alone so we can talk about everything that’s happened this evening. I also want to introduce her to a few more firsts tonight, and I want all of that to happen before she starts yawning.
I’m pleased that she hasn’t shown any signs of being tired yet. The nap helped even if she’s loath to admit it. Hopefully, she can sleep better at night in her new room under the weighted blanket and wake more rested.
She doesn’t argue with me as I set her on her feet, wish everyone goodnight, and lead her out of the theater. She even swings our arms between us, still beaming as she chats animatedly about the movie.
When we reach my cabin, she grows quiet, glancing at her own cabin connected to mine. She fidgets as I let us inside.
“What’s the matter, kitten?” I ask as I shut and lock the door.
“Do you really want me to stay here? Like, sleep here?”
I cup her face and tip her head back. “Yes. I really do. Is that causing you a lot of stress?”
“Yeah. Kind of,” she murmurs.
“Let’s talk about it. You took your nap here earlier. You liked the bedroom, right?”
“Yeah.”
I adore how she says yeah. Every time she says it, I smile inside. I know it was awkward for her at first to use such slang, but it’s becoming part of her vocabulary. If she were any other Little, I’d probably insist she address me more politely with a yes, Sir. But this is Brea. She’s not like any other Little girl. The rules are different for her.
“Come.” I take her hand and lead her to the armchair where I sit and pull her onto my lap. She always relaxes when I hold her. “We’re not going to have sex, kitten. Is that worrying you?”
She shrugs, twisting her fingers in her lap.
I stroke a hand down her braid. “Talk to me, Little one.”
She keeps her gaze on her lap as she speaks barely above a whisper. “Maybe we could just, uh…do it.”
I swallow hard as I run my hand up and down her back. I know she’s nervous, but I’m a bit confused by her statement. We’re certainly not ever just, uh, doing it.
“I mean it’s like this tension and if I just got it out of the way then maybe it would stop.”
I draw in a deep breath. “I know you feel the sexual tension. That’s normal, kitten. Sex isn’t something we’re ever going to do to get it out of the way though, Little one. When we have sex, it will be special. And…” I draw her closer, closing my arms around her and kissing her temple. “…having sex is not going to stop the fizzle of energy. It will heighten it.”
“Oh.” She stiffens.
“You’re not emotionally ready for sex, kitten.” I inhale again. “Let me rephrase that. What we did early today was a form of sex also, and I intend to touch every inch of your body tonight to remind you how good it feels to be worshipped. All of that is sex. But I’m not going to introduce you to my cock yet. I want you to be able to relax with me without worrying about penetration.”
She relaxes marginally. “And you want me to sleep here in my new room?”
“Yes. I want you near me. I want to be able to check on you in the night. I’ve hated you being next door for far too many days. Little girls belong in the same house as their Daddies. We’ll both sleep better.”
“Okay.” She lifts her gaze. “Are we going to do schoolwork first?”
I shake my head. “Not tonight. I’d like to give you a bath and then you can read to me for a while before I tuck you in. How does that sound?” I hold my breath. This is a huge step.
Her eyes widen. “You’re going to give me a bath?”
“Yep.” I stroke her cheek, letting that sink in. If the idea makes her too nervous, I’ll back off. I don’t want her to panic, but I do want to move to the next phase of this relationship—one where she lets me dress her and undress her. One where she lets me see her naked.
I can’t tell from her expression which way she’s leaning on this issue, so I wait while she thinks. When she speaks, she shocks me. “Are you going to touch me like you did earlier?”
I slide my hand up and down her back again. “Do you want me to touch you like I did earlier, kitten?”
Her cheeks turn pink as she nods. “Yes.”
Blessed angels. “Have you been thinking about that all evening, kitten?” I know she has by the way she’s looked at me and squirmed dozens of times.
She glances away as she whispers, “Yes.”
“I don’t want that to embarrass you, Little one. When people are attracted to each other, they get aroused. Their bodies respond completely out of their control.”
“Okay,” she murmurs.
“It’s perfectly normal for you to feel nervous when we add new things to our relationship. As long as that nervousness stems from excitement. If you’re feeling panicked instead, tell me, and we won’t take this step. We’ll move at whatever pace makes you feel comfortable.”
“Mostly I’m excited, Daddy.” Her voice is so soft and sweet. She’s killing me. “Do all Daddies give their Littles a bath?”
“I’m sure most of them do. It’s a way of nurturing you. It’s in my blood to take care of you in every way. When you let me do things for you, it fills my soul.” I tap her nose. “Taking care of someone isn’t strictly confined to the fetish community. Lots of relationships have a certain amount of dominance and submission mixed in. Lots of tops enjoy taking care of their bottoms.”
“What’s a top?”
“Anyone who assumes the more dominant role. And their submissive is called a bottom. That goes for Daddies and Littles but also many other types of relationships.”
“Oh.” She squirms delightfully on my lap. She’s intrigued and a bit aroused.
“Have you thought about me giving you a bath, Brea?”
She nods. “Yes, Sir.” She shudders. “When I was…”
“When you were touching yourself this afternoon? Were you thinking about my hands stroking over your skin, kitten?”
She nods.
“I’m glad. How about if we go do that?”
“Okay.”
I lift her off my lap and stand her on her feet, gripping her hips when she sways a bit. I probably should have picked her up, but I’d rather she walk toward the bathroom on her own so I’m certain the decision is hers.
I sit on the toilet seat and reach over to turn on the water and put the stopper in the tub. As soon as the water turns hot, I adjust the temperature and then turn to Brea.
I bend down to remove her shoes and socks first before reaching for the hem of her dress. Dragging this out will cause her to overthink it. “Arms up, kitten.”
She’s shaking as she lifts her arms above her head, and she immediately crosses her hands over her breasts when the dress is gone. She’s wearing a pretty blue bra. I didn’t get to see it earlier when I touched her over her dress.
The Daddy in me wants to remove it and toss all her bras in the trash. I’m sure she realizes most Littles don’t wear bras. I’ll tackle that possibility tomorrow. She has enough on her mind now without adding to it tonight.
I reach behind her and unfasten the hooks, but she’s gripping the front with her forearms so her bra doesn’t fall away. Instead of pressuring her to drop her arms, I reach for the elastic of her leggings and lower them over her hips, taking her panties with them.
She holds her breath, unable to hold up her bra and cover her pussy at the same time, though I’m certain she wishes she could.
I want to take in every inch of her, but if I force her to lower her hands so I can stare at her precious body, she might hyperventilate. I have plenty of time to learn every inch of her. A lifetime.
Right now I need to get her in the tub, cover her with bubbles, and distract her with toys. I reach for the pink bottle of bubbles, twist off the top, and pour an obscene amount into the stream of water.
Brea giggles. “You got me bubbles, Daddy?”
“Of course. What kind of bath would it be without bubbles?”
“I’ve never had bubbles before,” she murmurs, mesmerized by the growing pile. “They smell like bubblegum.”
“Yep. That’s the scent on the bottle. I thought you might like it. How about you let me take your bra off so you can get into the water?” I reach for the straps and slowly ease the lace material down her arms.
She shudders as she finally lets me remove this last article of clothing. I only get a few seconds to look at her before lifting her off the floor to set her in the tub. She’s so fucking pretty. Her skin is smooth and pale. The curls between her legs are a lighter shade of red. I wonder how long it will take before she lets me shave her. There’s not a chance I’m going to bring it up today, of course. She’d probably panic and run from the cabin.
Brea sinks down under the water quickly, though it’s not high enough to cover her chest. Even if I let it rise several more inches, her nipples would still be above the water unless she were to lie back. Except for a quick glimpse of the tight pink tips, I haven’t gotten to see them fully. She’s covering her breasts with her hands again.
I reach for the cabinet under the sink and pull out a hot pink bucket filled with bath toys. Her eyes are wide when I hold out the bucket.
She leans over to peer inside. “What’re those?”
“Little plastic animals. If you squeeze them under the water, they’ll fill with water and then you can squirt the water out.” I lift out the penguin. “This one squirts out of its beak.” I grab the whale next. “This one squirts out of its blowhole.”
She giggles, but she doesn’t remove her arms from her chest to touch them.
I dump them in the water and set the bucket aside before reaching for the ribbons and bands at the ends of her braids. After I unravel her hair, I tip her chin back with a finger. “You’re the prettiest Little girl I’ve ever set eyes on, kitten. There’s no reason to hide from Daddy. I’m looking forward to showing you how good it feels to have my hands all over your body. When you get out of this tub, I intend to wrap my lips around your nipples and suckle those precious buds until you’re writhing and squirming with the need to come.”
She gasps, her eyes wide, and I haven’t even mentioned what’s going to happen when I thrust my tongue into her pussy and suck her clit.
I feel like I’ve been given a precious gift. It’s a responsibility too. There aren’t many twenty-four-year-old women as inexperienced and innocent as Brea.
She’s holding her breath, blinking at me as she processes what I’ve said. I kiss her forehead and reach for the bucket so I can use it to dump water over her hair. My cock is harder than a rock from watching her keep her nipples covered.
I grab the pink bottle of shampoo next and pour some in my palm before reaching for her scalp so I can massage the shampoo into her hair. The little whimpers she makes please me.
“That feels good, Daddy.”
“I’m glad, kitten.” I spend far more time than necessary rubbing her scalp, mostly because she enjoys it. When I’m done, I use the bucket to rinse the soap out before adding conditioner.
Brea sits very still while I work, and when I’m done with the conditioner, I grab one of the toys—the yellow blowfish. I hold it underwater, squeeze it to release the air, and release it to let it fill with water. When it’s full, I lift it up and squirt my Little girl, aiming all over the place until she finally lifts her arms to block her face. “Daddy!”
At least she stops covering her breasts and seems to be distracted enough to take the toy from me when I hand it to her. There’s a twinkle in her eyes. “What if I squirt you, Daddy?”
“Then I’ll declare a water fight and be forced to tickle you until you can’t catch your breath,” I tease as I pick up the yellow duckie washcloth and pour baby soap on it.
She’s giggling again as I take her arm and wash from her hand to her shoulder. I switch to the other arm next and then her legs, tickling the bottom of her feet when I capture them.
Water sloshes out of the tub as she squirms to get free of my grip, but I don’t care. I’d mop this entire bathroom every night if it meant Brea smiled and giggled like she is now.
Damn, she’s gorgeous. She has no idea how fucking pretty she is. Her breasts are fantastic. High and pert. Just the right size. A handful. Her nipples are small and pink with hard little tips begging to be touched.
After I wash her back, I switch to her front, distracting her first with another water fight, this time I’ve grabbed the pink jellyfish.
Brea blocks her face again before snatching the jellyfish from my hand. I’m surprised she doesn’t squirt me back, but she’s probably worried I’ll be mad. I couldn’t be mad at her under any circumstances, but she doesn’t fully grasp that yet.
I will discipline her because she is going to enjoy it, but I suspect it’s going to be difficult to come up with infractions. She’s a pleaser. No is not in her vocabulary.
While she fills the whale, holding it underwater, I set the washcloth on her tummy and work my way up to her breasts. Her breath hitches and she shivers when I stroke her nipples, switching back and forth more than necessary because I love the way she squirms.
Lastly, I reach for her thighs. “Spread your legs for me, kitten.”
She purses her lips and meets my gaze. “Maybe I can do it?”
“Nope. Daddy is going to do it.”
She’s breathing heavily as she drops the toy and grips the sides of the tub, her knuckles white. For a moment I think she might protest. It almost feels like she’s going to stand and climb out.
But she surprises me by spreading her knees. I don’t like that she’s holding her breath and squeezing her eyes closed though, so I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “Look at me, kitten. What are you worried about?”
She shrugs, not meeting my gaze.
“Brea…” I warn. “Look at Daddy.”
She shakes her head defiantly. Bingo. My heart swells at her rebellion. Good. I don’t want her to be perfect all the time. I want her to know she can be naughty and I’ll still love her.
I suck in a breath at that thought. I love her. Jesus. So much it hurts. No way in hell I’m going to tell her, but it slams into me like a freight train.
First things first. I shake the emotions to the back of my mind. “I touched your pussy earlier today, didn’t I?”
She nods slowly, still not looking at me.
“Tell Daddy why you don’t want me to wash your pussy, kitten,” I encourage gently.
She hesitates and then whispers, “It’s going to feel good, Sir.”
Oh, thank God. “It’s supposed to feel good when Daddy touches you.”
“It makes my tummy flutter,” she admits.
“I’m so glad. That pleases me, kitten.”
She finally lifts her gaze. “It’s confusing, Daddy.”
I stroke her cheek with my free hand. “Only because it’s new to you.” My cock is in full rebellion. It needs to stand the fuck down. It’s not getting any action tonight, at least not until after Brea is asleep.
She needs more from me. “I’ll be quick washing you and then we’ll drain the water and get you out of the tub. After I dry you off, I’ll make you feel good again. How does that sound?”
Her cheeks turn a dark pink. “Okay,” she whispers.
I slide the washcloth between her legs and wash her folds, being quick about it so she doesn’t get too nervous. When I glance at her eyes, they’re glazed over. She’s aroused. She’s trembling. “Did that feel good?”
She nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“I bet you’d like Daddy to make it feel even better now, huh?”
She nods again. “Please.”
I quickly rinse her hair, pull the plug on the drain, lift her out of the tub, and set her on her feet. Before she has a chance to panic about her nudity, I wrap a huge yellow towel around her—a rubber duckie towel that matches the washcloth.
I pat her body dry and then lift the hooded part of the towel over her hair, bundle her up, and swing her into my arms.
She snuggles against me as I carry her to my bedroom and deposit her on my bed. Before she has time to overthink things, I open the towel, thread our fingers together, and press her hands against the mattress on both sides of her head.
I’m hovering over her, my gaze on her face even though I’d rather stare at every inch of her body. I lower my lips to hers and kiss her deeply, knowing she’ll relax under the stroke of my tongue against hers.
In seconds, she’s writhing and moaning into my mouth. She’s so fucking sexy. Jesus. I’m the luckiest bastard alive. Yes, there’s a lot of responsibility involved in easing someone so innocent into a more sexual existence filled with longing and desire, but I’m so glad I get to be that man for Brea.
I kiss her until she’s panting, her body squirming. I’m not touching anything but her lips and her hands. Finally, I release her lips to trail kisses down her neck and chest until I reach her nipple and suck it gently.
Brea gasps, her chest arching off the bed to meet my lips.
I’m so damn pleased, and I pick up my game, suckling and licking and nipping at the tight little bud. When I switch to the other breast, she moans. Her legs are restless. She keeps pressing them together and digging her heels into the mattress.
“Daddy…” she begs. The sweetest sound in the world.
I release her nipple with a pop, letting myself gaze at her glorious tits for a few seconds before I kiss a path down to her belly button. Her scent is already reaching my nose, and it’s intoxicating. I need more of her, and she needs it too.
I release her hands so I can clasp her inner thighs and spread them wide. Without warning, I lower my mouth to her pussy and suck.
She screams. My God, it’s the sweetest sound ever. Her hands come to my head, her fingers threading in my hair. But she doesn’t try to pry me off. No. She’s holding me against her.
I drag my tongue over her clit several times. For as small as she is, she’s squirming so hard it’s difficult to hold on to her.
“Please. Oh, God. Please. Niko.” Her voice is high-pitched and shaky. The sound of my name coming from her lips is musical.
I thrust my tongue into her tight pussy, moaning when she grips me. I’m going to need to stretch her for several days before I consider entering her with my cock. She gives new meaning to the word tight.
I’m relentless. I need her to let herself go, but I don’t want to stop to tell her so. I won’t stop. Not until she comes in my mouth. I switch back and forth between reaching my tongue into her pussy and flicking it over her clit. Finally, I capture the swollen nub with my teeth and torment it rapidly with the tip of my tongue.
Brea’s body stiffens for a heartbeat when she reaches the peak, and then she’s pulsing and writhing and moaning as her orgasm consumes her.
It’s a precious gift I will never forget.
I carefully monitor the signs so that the moment before the contact would switch to uncomfortable, I ease off.
She’s panting, her body spread wide open on my bed, her gaze on the ceiling, her mouth lifted in the sweetest smile of pleasure.
I release her thighs, wipe my lips off with a corner of the sheet, and prop my hands next to her hips. I could stare at her for the rest of my life. My sated Little girl. Her skin is flushed. Her nipples are hard points. Her pussy is swollen and still twitching every few seconds.
She has melted into the bed, unable to move it would seem. I love watching her recovery.
Finally, she blinks and licks her lips. “I’ve really been missing out,” she mumbles.
I chuckle. “It’s not like you’re fifty, kitten, but I’ll do my best to help you make up for lost time.”
She giggles as she slowly draws her knees together and brings her arms to her chest as if modesty just occurred to her.
“Are you going to get shy on me now?” I tease.
She grabs the sides of the towel and pulls it around her. “Yeah. I kind of forgot while you were… Uh…”
“Eating your pussy?” I supply, grinning.
She groans and throws her forearm over her eyes.
I push to standing, shouting mentally at my cock to stand the fuck down, and scoop her up into my arms, towel and all.
She squeals.
I carry her to her room, sit her on the edge of the bed, and grab one of the new nighties I bought from the drawers. It’s pale pink and made of thin cotton so she won’t get too warm in her bed.
I lift it over her head. “Drop the towel, kitten. Let’s put this nightgown on you.”
She does as she’s told, and seconds later, she’s covered. Sort of. I can still see the tight peaks of her nipples through the thin material. I hold out a hand. “Come.”
She shoves off the bed, landing on wobbly feet, tugging the nightie over her bottom.
I grab the towel from the bed. “Can you walk? Or would you rather Daddy carry you?”
“I can walk, Daddy.” She trails behind me back to the bathroom where I hang up the towel before grabbing a comb and working through the tangles in her hair.
She closes her eyes and sighs several times, probably because she has no memory of anyone combing her hair for her. That’s about to change now. If I have my way, her world is going to switch starting today. Instead of having no one ever doing anything for her, she now has someone doing everything for her.
It’s a job I take seriously, and I’m grateful for the opportunity.