Brea
I’m trying to be brave and grown-up, but I know I’m not fooling Daddy or anyone else. I’ve only made a few extremely brave decisions in my life. One was to take the job at Stella’s. One was to take this job and move here. And the third was to let Niko be my Daddy.
I’m lying in bed super early, worrying about our trip, tossing and turning. I hear Daddy in the shower, but I’m too nervous to touch myself today. The sun isn’t even up yet, but I’m wide awake.
For some reason, the idea of going to Seattle with Daddy feels monumental. I’m not certain why. I think it’s because I know in my heart he’s from another world. One I would never fit in. We’ve been playing house. I’m not stupid. I’m clear on that. I also realize it’s why he hasn’t had sex with me. It’s also why I haven’t pressured him more than the few times I have.
Daddy comes in with a smile on his face. “Did you sleep at all, kitten?” he asks as he sits on the edge of my bed.
I force a smile in return. “Some.”
He kisses me and then heads for the closet to choose my clothes like he does every day. Today is different though. He turns back to me. “Would you like to dress like you normally do here at the Ridge or would you be more comfortable in jeans, kitten?”
I bite my lip as I sit up. I don’t want to stand out, but I hate jeans.
Daddy taps the doorframe and then grabs a few different options, holding them up. I appreciate him giving me options today, even though most of the time I would prefer he not. My life has been so much easier since he took over and I stopped having to make choices.
I finally decided on leggings, ballet flats, and an oversized sweater. I point to the items in his left hand. I will fit in just fine in front of anyone we might see.
“Good choice,” he declares as he hangs the other clothes back in the closet. He sets my selection on the end of the bed and heads for my dresser, returning with panties and a camisole.
I slide to the floor so he can sit on the edge of my bed and pull my nightgown over my head. I shiver, still unnerved when I’m naked. I even hold my breath as I grip his shoulders when he bends down so I can step into my panties.
He lifts the camisole up next and pulls it over my head before cupping my face. “If you’re really uncomfortable, you can wear a bra, kitten, but I think the camisole will remind you you’re Little under your clothes.” He lifts a brow.
“Okay, Daddy.” He’s right. After he puts my leggings and sweater on, I look down. No one will notice I’m not wearing a bra but me, and it will be a constant reminder that I’m Daddy’s girl. The camisole gives me plenty of modesty and serves as a barrier between the rougher material of my sweater and my skin.
Hurdle number two is my hair. Daddy leads me to the bathroom with a hand on my back. Every day since I’ve been his Little girl he has put my hair in pigtails or two braids. “Would you rather one braid down the back today, kitten?”
I blow out a breath. “Yes, Sir.” He’s making this easier than I expected and he expertly fixes my hair.
I have no illusion that I look like a cultured adult. I’m not sure I could pull that off if a team of ten people spent the day on me. It’s not who I am. I’m not elegant. I’m not sophisticated. I’m sure most of the people in Daddy’s world are elegant and sophisticated. I don’t know the first thing about hair and I’ve never worn makeup.
I fear I’m going to embarrass him. I’ve come to realize he was actually a well-known football player. Not was. Is. Though he doesn’t play anymore, people know him. They always will. Which also means he’s wealthy.
I’m somewhat prepared to see his house. I know enough to be aware it’s going to be huge and modern and expensive. It’s in a wealthy neighborhood.
I’m praying I don’t have to see more people than necessary. Obviously, the men who come to pick up whatever secrets Daddy has been keeping. Hopefully, those will be the only people I encounter.
As Daddy walks me to the main house, I hold his hand tightly. The flutters have taken rein in my tummy again. Kind of strange since now is not exactly the time to be feeling aroused. I am though. It’s because Daddy is being so perfect this morning. He understands me. He’s thought about everything that might be stressful and made it better.
I love him so much. I need to be brave and not a big baby about going to his house. I glance up at him as an idea comes to mind. Maybe tonight we can finally have sex. In his house. I like the idea. I wonder if he will agree to it.
I arrive in the kitchen early to help Amy before we head to Seattle.
She lifts her gaze when I enter and chuckles as Daddy gives me a kiss and leaves me. “You couldn’t take an entire day off, could you?” she teases.
I shrug as I approach her. “I don’t know how. I have no idea when I’ll get back tomorrow, so I assume I will technically be taking at least twenty-four hours,” I point out.
Amy is making biscuits at the kitchen island. She points to a stool across from her. “Sit. It’s super early. You can talk to me while I roll out the dough.”
I climb onto the stool and lean on my elbows. I’m so nervous, I’m shaking.
“I know you’re worried, but you’re going to have fun, Brea. I bet Niko’s house is amazing.”
“Yeah.” I have about a hundred concerns.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asks, reading my mind.
I lick my lips and glance around. No one else is up. We’re alone. Maybe now is a good time to ask her some questions. I shift my weight back and forth. “Can I ask you some things?”
“Of course. You can ask me anything.” She dusts off her hands and looks at me. “The biscuits can wait.” She smiles.
“Can I ask you about sex?” I whisper.
“Sure.” Her eyes widen a bit. “You and Niko haven’t had sex?”
I shake my head, my cheeks heating. I know this is awkward but I really need someone’s advice and even though I’ve asked Niko lots of questions and he’s answered all of them without flinching, I’m still embarrassed. Some things seem easier to discuss with another woman.
She comes around to my side of the island and leans a hip against the cabinet underneath, giving me her full attention. “What have you done?”
I face her nervously. “He’s done lots of things to me. I’ve done nothing really,” I admit, wincing. “He won’t let me. I’ve never even seen his, uh…”
She smiles, her brows going high. “I knew Niko was a good guy, but I didn’t realize he was a canonized saint.”
I shrug. “He’s very…kind.”
She chuckles. “I’ll say. Okay, so I bet you’re nervous.”
I blow out a breath. “Very. I was thinking maybe I could talk him into doing, uh, it, tonight.”
“Well, first thing you should know is that it’s going to hurt the first time, but only the first time. It will be so very good after that. So, don’t panic when you find out it hurts. It feels too tight. Your vagina will relax and then it will feel better.”
“Okay.” I nod. “Thank you. That’s good to know. He did mention, uh, stretching me,” I murmur.
She smiles. “I’m sure he’ll do his best, but it will still be tight.”
I nod again. “It seems like it’s very big. I mean when I feel it through his pants and stuff.”
She grins again. “They are all different, but he’s a big guy. His cock is probably pretty big. You’ll stretch no matter what. I promise.”
I draw in a breath and glance down. “I noticed when Foster was spanking you one day that you don’t have hair down there.”
“True. Lots of women remove their pubic hair. It’s pretty common. And even more common for Littles. It gives a sense of youthfulness, especially for the Little.”
I look at her. I’m so glad she doesn’t mind explaining this to me. “How do you remove it?”
“There are lots of options. I shave mine myself. Some people use a hair remover that’s in a lotion form. Some people get it waxed off.” She leans in closer. “A lot of Daddies like to do it themselves, using any one of those methods.”
I flush. The thought of Daddy shaving my pubic hair makes me feel faint. I lick my lips. “He hasn’t mentioned it, but I thought maybe…”
“That’s because obviously, he’s a saint.” She chuckles. “I’m kidding. It could be he doesn’t care. Or maybe he’s afraid it will make you nervous.”
“I’m certainly nervous. What if I cut myself?”
“Take it slow and be careful if you do it yourself.”
I think I’d rather do it myself than have him do it. Yikes.
I take a deep breath. “Thank you.”
She reaches over to give me a hug. “You’re welcome. Any time. I mean it. I don’t know everything in the world, but I’m happy to help you. Girlfriends have to stick together. That’s how we learn things.”
I hug her back. She and Leah are the first girlfriends I’ve really had, and they are the best. I’m so lucky.
We’re in Daddy’s extended cab truck, and my eyes bug out of my head as we pull up to his home. There is a gate at the end of his driveway, and he uses a remote to open it, but I can already see the enormous home inside the gated yard.
If I knew how to whistle, I would. It’s far bigger than I expected. The grounds are gorgeous too. Everything is obviously maintained even when he’s not there.
Daddy pulls around to the back of the house where a separate four-car garage sits. He doesn’t pull into any of the bays though. He parks and jumps down from the cab.
I barely get my seatbelt off before he’s at my side, lifting me by the waist. He lets me slide down his body, something I usually love. I’m too nervous to get aroused by his teasing today though.
Daddy lifts my chin to kiss me before taking my hand and leading me toward the back of the house. The yard is spectacular. There is a kidney-shaped pool with a hot tub on one end and a waterfall cascading over rocks in the middle.
Not that many people in Seattle have pools, and yet there’s one at the resort and Niko has one. They have to be expensive to maintain. The only way to swim in them is to heat them. Even in the summer, the water would be chilly if they weren’t heated.
An older woman opens a door at the back of the house and steps outside. “Niko, so good to see you.” She beams at me as she extends a hand. “You must be Brea. I’m Elaine.”
I take her hand. “Nice to meet you.” I don’t know who she is, and I feel kind of awkward. She knows about me?
Daddy sets his hands on my shoulders. “Elaine manages my house,” he tells me.
Ah. He has a house manager? Just for himself?
Elaine steps back inside. “Come in. I’ll have lunch ready for you at noon.”
It only took us an hour to get here, so it’s mid-morning. I have no idea what I’m going to do all day. I’ve never spent any length of time idle. Daddy hasn’t told me what to expect.
He takes my hand again and leads me into an enormous kitchen. “Thank you, Elaine. I’ll give Brea a tour and check on a few things before lunch.”
“Sounds good.” Elaine returns to the island where she’s obviously in the middle of chopping vegetables. “Is there anything you don’t like, Brea?”
“No, ma’am.”
Daddy chuckles. “Fibber.”
My face heats. I would never tell someone I don’t like a particular food. I would graciously eat it and tell them it was amazing.
“Brea isn’t a fan of cooked carrots, but she’ll work around them,” he tells Elaine.
“Daddy,” I admonish in a whisper before I can stop myself. I jerk my gaze toward Elaine, my face heating another ten degrees. I’m shaking now too. I knew this was a bad idea. I just called Niko Daddy in front of his house manager. Surely she heard me. Now I’m mortified.
Elaine smiles. If she heard me, she chooses to ignore my slip of the tongue. “I’m making a pasta dish with chicken and several vegetables, but no carrots.”
“Sounds lovely. Thank you,” I manage to respond.
She winks at me and returns to chopping veggies.
I’m shaking as Daddy leads me from the kitchen, and I jerk my hand out of his grip the moment we’re alone in the hallway. I wring my hands together. I’m close to tears. “I shouldn’t have come,” I tell him.
He surprises me by lifting me off the floor and carrying me down the hallway and into another room.
I wrap my legs around him, perched on his hip, but my gaze is scouring the hallway the entire time. My mortification is growing by the second. As soon as he shuts and locks the door, I glance around to see we’re in a library. An impressive library at that. Daddy owns a lot of books.
Before responding to me, he carries me to a leather armchair and sits, situating me straddling his lap. At least we’re alone, but I’m in a panic anyway.
Daddy cups my face. “I owe you an apology.” His expression is serious. Unexpected.
I frown, but I’m wringing my hands in between our torsos.
“First of all, I should have mentioned Elaine to you. She lives here in the guest house and maintains everything about the house.”
My bottom lip is trembling as I point out what he already knows. “You told her about me.” My voice sounds accusatory.
“I did. I told her I was bringing a woman with me and your name so she would know to have an extra place set for lunch. It was inconsiderate of me to not tell you.”
“I called you Daddy in front of her. Do you think she heard?”
He lifts my chin. “I’m not sure, but it wouldn’t matter. Elaine knows I’m a Daddy. She would have to assume any woman I brought to the house would be Little.”
“Oh.” That surprises me. And raises more questions. “How many women have you brought here?”
He smiles and kisses the tip of my nose. “The last one was three years ago. We dated for a few months. Most of the time we met at a club called Surrender. It’s the club Master Roman owns in Seattle. A few times she came here for dinner. She never spent the night.”
“Oh.” My eyes widen as I repeat my shock.
He smooths a hand over the back of my head. “We weren’t right for each other, kitten. She wasn’t the one.”
I swallow as I stare at him. Am I the one? I’m afraid to ask. Besides, as I look around me, I have to assume no. I don’t fit in here. I don’t know the first thing about the life of the rich and famous. Except I’m not one.
Surely he doesn’t picture me full-time in his life. I mean he talks like we’re a couple, but he can’t be serious. He has to know it’s not sustainable.
I feel sad. And Anxious. I shouldn’t have come here. I should have stayed at Blossom Ridge where I fit in and no one judges me. I may not have understood what it meant to be Little when I arrived, but I did know I fit in instantly. I love Leah and Amy. They are the sweetest women I’ve ever met. They fill a hole left by my sisters.
I stare at the front of Daddy’s shirt, not really seeing it, just spacing out. I might be in love with him, and that scares me. How could I let this happen? I don’t know what love is. But I’m pretty sure it’s this.
I get so excited when I see him. I get fluttery when he touches me. My heart races when he takes care of me. My body is on fire with lust when he looks at me. And most importantly, I came here with him because the thought of spending even one night without him made me feel kind of queasy.
“I promise no more surprises. Elaine is the only person here. The only other people who will be here today are the movers. They are due to arrive at one, right after lunch. I’ll put you down for your nap before they arrive, and you won’t have to see them. How’s that sound?”
I shrug.
“My kitten is really fretting. Tell Daddy how I can help.”
Emotions well up inside me. Overwhelming me. They aren’t welcome. I don’t want to be a big baby right now. Daddy deserves for me to put on my big-girl panties—literally—and be brave today.
“Hey, Little one,” he coos, tipping my chin back. “Why the tears?”
I didn’t know they had escaped. I was trying to hold them back. “I’m sorry,” I murmur before sucking in a breath and trying to stop the tears.
“No need to be sorry, kitten. You’re entitled to your feelings. But I can’t help you if you don’t share them with me. Are you upset about meeting Elaine?”
I shake my head. “No, Sir.” It’s so much more than that.
He tugs my braid. “Please talk to me, kitten. I don’t like to see you hurting.”
I sniffle. “I don’t fit in here, Daddy.” My voice is soft.
“What do you mean you don’t fit in, Little one?”
“I don’t know anything about your real life. It’s not me. I’m naïve and ignorant and foolish. I’ll embarrass you.”
“Oh, baby, you could never embarrass me. Never. I will do everything in my power to make sure you’re never in an uncomfortable situation. I know I failed miserably already by not telling you about Elaine, but I promise she’s aware of age play and probably thrilled to death for me to bring a Little into the house. I will not introduce you to anyone without your permission and certainly not without telling you first.”
“But you have a life here, Sir. You have friends and your work and probably glamorous parties and events. I’m too shy to meet your friends even if I weren’t Little. I’m holding you back.” I’m bearing my soul, but this is important. The longer I put off telling him how I feel, the harder it will be.
“You’re not holding me back, kitten. Never. I’m not nearly as social as you seem to think. I sometimes go to clubs with other like-minded people, but I don’t spend my evenings with vanilla folks unless it’s mandatory. I know we have a lot to figure out, but I promise we will do so together.” He lifts his brows, his hands cupping my bottom as he tugs me closer.
As often is the case, I’m fully aware of his penis between us. My pussy is almost touching him. Another few millimeters and I’d be rubbing against his length, which I’ve done a few times.
I glance at him. “What are vanilla folks?”
He smiles. “People who don’t practice any kind of kink. Boring people,” he teases. “I’m kidding. There are plenty of perfectly happy vanilla people in the world, but I think most of us have secret desires we never act on. Some of us are lucky enough to figure out what our particular kink is and live it authentically.”
“Like being Little?”
“Yes. And being a Daddy. It’s my greatest pleasure nurturing you. And unless I’m reading you horribly wrong, I bet you enjoy submitting to me.”
“Of course, Daddy. It feels more right than I’ve ever felt.”
“Then you’re one of the lucky ones who’s living authentically, kitten. It’s refreshing. You make my life so much better. I’ve been walking on clouds since I met you.”
I smile. Butterflies take off again inside me. I have a lot of insecurities, but Niko does not seem the least bit bothered by them. He really cares about me.
“Now, I know you have concerns. But we don’t have to figure all of them out today, Little one. How about a tour of the house and then some lunch and then a nap?” Daddy suggests.
“Okay, Daddy.”
He lifts me off his lap and sets me on my feet before standing. I love that he never lets go of my hand while he takes me to every room on the first floor and the second floor, ending with the master bedroom. It’s masculine and exactly what I would expect with a huge bed, dark furniture, and a navy comforter.
Several doors lead off his bedroom, and he shows me the bathroom first, which takes my breath away. “Two people could fit in that tub, Daddy,” I point out without thinking as I glance at him.
His brows lift up and down to go with his coy smile. “I’ve never even used that tub before, but we could try that tonight if you want.”
I bite my bottom lip and look away. Could we? I think I’d like that.
“Come on, kitten. There’s more to see.” He tugs me back into the main room and then opens another door that leads to an enormous walk-in closet.
My eyes are bugged out as I take in how many clothes Daddy has. They are all lined up by color and formality. The next door is a matching closet that’s empty.
I giggle. “This could be a bedroom.” My eyes widen and I look at him. “It could be for a Little girl,” I blurt out.
He chuckles. “Or, it could be for a Little girl’s clothes.” He pulls on my hand and leads me to the next door.
I gasp when we step inside. This one is a full room. It’s empty except for the plush white carpet. Everything is white. The walls, ceiling, windowsills, blinds. Everything.
Daddy releases me as I wander into the room and head straight for the window that faces the backyard. The ceiling above it is slanted. It’s not too low for me, but if Daddy walked close to the window, he would have to duck. It also has a bench seat where someone could sit and stare out at the yard.
I run my fingers along the bench, picturing a pile of bright pillows, books, maybe a giant teddy bear.
Daddy’s voice is deep and soft when he speaks. “This was meant to be a private office or a study or a library off the master bedroom, but I’ve always thought it would make the perfect space for a Little girl so I’ve never finished it.”
He’s right. It’s so perfect. I badly wish I could be the Little girl who occupied it. Can I? It feels like a pipe dream. Two months ago I was living in a small house with eighteen people. I owned only a few worn dresses, used shoes, and nothing personal. I’ve changed and grown in a thousand ways since I left, but I don’t feel like I belong here.
This room though… It calls to me. And when I glance at Daddy, he’s grinning. He thinks so too.
He clears his throat. “Maybe a dark purple wall, similar furniture to what you have in our cabin, some bright pillows in the window?” He takes a step closer and holds out a hand.
I skip toward him and jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. I hug him tight around the neck, saying nothing. We have the same vision, but are we being realistic?
“I haven’t shown you the basement yet. Let’s go check it out and then I bet lunch will be ready.” He keeps me in his arms, carrying me to the back set of stairs that lead down to the first floor.
We emerge into the kitchen where Elaine glances at us from the sink. “How’s the tour going?”
I hold on tight to Daddy’s neck, feeling awkward even though he’s told me Elaine won’t raise an eyebrow at our lifestyle choice.
“Going well, Just the basement left, and then we’ll be back up for lunch.”
“Sounds good.” Elaine’s smile is warm and caring. I like her. I have my trepidations, but I like her. She shows not one ounce of judgment. Not a single flinch that I’m being held in Daddy’s arms. In fact, she looks pleased.
The basement is even more spectacular than the upstairs. There’s a bar and a huge family room with the biggest sectional I’ve ever seen and a wide-screen television. Actually, there are four other smaller televisions too—two on each side.
“Why do you have so many TVs, Daddy?”
“To watch multiple football games.” He hitches me up higher, shifting me to his hip.
I gasp. “You watch five at the same time?”
“Yep. I have a few friends who join me most Sundays and some Monday nights.”
My stomach drops. This is the kind of thing that worries me. He has friends. Vanilla ones, I’m sure. Maybe they have wives and girlfriends who are nothing like me.
Daddy pats my bottom. “I feel you stiffening. No need to panic. My three best guy friends are also Daddies. Two of them have Little girls. One of them is single. Their Little girls usually come with them on Sundays. They enjoy playing in the arcade room while we watch football.”
I jerk my gaze to his. “You have an arcade room?”
He winces. “Well, I did.” He turns and carries me across the family room toward one of the doors on the far side past the bar. When he opens it, I gasp again. He keeps shocking me.
“Daddy…” I wiggle free, sliding down his body. “I’ve never played an arcade game.” I drag my fingers along the first one I come to. It’s called Ms. Pac-Man. I’ve heard of it.
He comes up behind me and sets his hands on my shoulders. “I hope you can keep a secret, kitten. Most of these games and several others are all moving to Blossom Ridge to fill the new room in the basement there.”
I twist my head around to look at him. “Really?”
“Yep.” He gives me a stern look. “And you’ll experience your first real spanking if you breathe a word to Amy or Leah. It’s going to be a surprise.”
I shake my head. “I won’t tell a soul. Why don’t you want them here anymore?”
He shrugs. “They don’t get used as much as they will at the Ridge. Daddies and Littles love arcade games. Most of the time they just collect dust here.”
“Oh.” I feel kind of sad about that. They look at home here. But I’m excited that the room in the basement is going to be for arcade games.
“You’ve never played any arcade game?” he asks.
“No.” I shake my head. “I don’t know how.”
Daddy reaches behind the Ms. Pac-Man game and turns it on. When it lights up, it plays a musical jingle that makes me giggle. Suddenly, it comes alive.
Daddy grabs a stool and lifts me up to sit on it. He stands behind me and sets my hand on the controller. “This is called a joystick. You use it to move the yellow Pac-Man around, helping her gobble up all the little yellow dots. But you have to avoid the ghosts. They will kill you. You only get three lives and then the game is over.”
“Can I try it?”
“Of course. Ready?” He pushes a button, and the yellow ball who is me starts eating the smaller dots.
It’s awkward at first, but I get the hang of it. Those ghosts are sneaky though. It only takes a few moments for one of them to run me down, and I laugh when my guy dies and the music makes a sad sound of defeat.
“Go again. You get two more lives.” He points to the larger dots in the corners. “If you eat one of these, you’ll be able to eat the ghosts instead of them catching you for a few seconds.”
I sit up straighter and keep a better eye on the ghosts as I run down the paths, eating yellow dots. I even manage to gobble one of the larger dots and chow down on one of the ghosts as he runs from me. I last longer the second time, but a red ghost traps me in a corner and kills me.
“One more,” Daddy says. “You can also go out the side of the game and show up on the other side.” He points to where the path leads off the edge.
“Oh.” I aim for that location and sure enough come back on the other side, chowing down on the yellow dots. I only manage to eat about half of them before I’m killed a third and final time.
It was exhilarating and I’m bouncing on my seat. “Can I do it again?”
Daddy chuckles. “One more time, and then lunch.”
“After my nap then?”
He laughs. “I’ve created a monster.”
I play another round, eating quite a few more of the yellow dots than the first time, but soon it’s over. “Wait, will the game still be here after my nap? You said the movers are coming to get them while I’m resting.”
“All but this one, kitten. My friends’ Little girls would have a fit if I got rid of Ms. Pac-Man.”
I grin wide. “Good. I like that one too.”
He leans down and kisses me, pulling me in close. “You are the sweetest, purest, most angelic Little girl on Earth. Do you know that?”
I shake my head, shrugging. “I’m just me.”
“Well, I happen to like you.” He swings me up off my feet again, and I snuggle against his chest as he carries me upstairs.