Juliet
“Time for bed,” Craig declares a few hours later.
I’ve finally relaxed and even managed to beat Daddy in pinball. Apparently, that one isn’t Leah’s favorite, but I liked it. I liked that I could actually see what was happening. It’s more straightforward than the other electronic games. There’s a ball. You hit it to keep it from falling. Simple.
I learned how to play three other games too. It was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. All six of us played. My face hurts from laughing.
Leah groans. “Daddy…”
I’ve learned she does this a lot. Sometimes it’s because he’s being silly to goad her and sometimes it’s because she doesn’t want to do as she’s told. It’s fascinating to watch. Validating too. I do the same thing.
I’m invigorated from a few hours with Amy and Leah. I feel at home with them. More Little than ever before. I keep stopping to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. There really is a resort for age play so close to my home I could come here every day if I wanted.
For the first time in my life, I feel like I belong somewhere. All the thoughts I’ve had running through my mind for several years aren’t crazy. Other people share the same desires. The same fetish. When I’m here, I feel like this is the norm. It’s the rest of society that’s missing out on all the fun.
I can’t wait for tomorrow. Another full day living in my true skin.
I’m grinning as I let Daddy lead me up the back stairs to the second floor. He only left me for a few minutes in the arcade so he could move our suitcases to our room. Now we don’t have to go find our stuff at the front of the house.
“Do you like the room, baby girl?” he asks as we step into what is essentially a suite.
“Yes. It’s so pretty.” I scrunch up my nose as I look around the masculine room we’re in. “Well, not yours. Yours is boring, but mine is pretty.”
He chuckles as he shuts and locks the door before leading me to the other side. “It’s like sunshine in here with all this yellow. I bet it will still be bright after we turn the lights out.”
I giggle. “Don’t be silly.” I look around. “But I hope there’s a nightlight.”
“There is. Foster told me there’s one in each room.” He pulls me into his arms and cups my face. “I’m sure you’re not the only Little girl who likes to have a nightlight when staying in a strange place.”
I wrap my arms around him, wishing tonight didn’t have to end yet. I don’t want to sleep in this room without him. I’m tired of sleeping alone. I hold him tight, knowing he’s about to usher me off to bed and end all the fun.
His hands roam up and down my back before he tugs my braid to get me to look up at him. His expression is impossible to read. “How would you feel about letting Daddy take over your bedtime routine, baby girl?”
My heart races. “You mean like tucking me in?” Please, let him mean more than that. I don’t want to hope for more and then get disappointed though.
He shakes his head. “I mean giving you a bath, brushing your teeth, putting your jammies on. Then, I’ll tuck you in.”
My heart stops. There is a God.
“If you’re not ready, that’s fine. Just say the word and I’ll back off.”
I shake my head before he finishes speaking. “I want that, Daddy. So much.”
He smiles. “Good. One rule.” He narrows his gaze.
“What?”
“My clothes stay on and you don’t badger Daddy to take them off.”
I swallow. That disappoints me, but I’m not surprised. I’m sure he doesn’t intend to start having sex with me without days of discussion. He’s like that. He’s got some sort of chivalrous nonsense in his head, and I’m not going to be able to talk him out of it.
“Take it or leave it,” he adds.
“I’ll take it.” My body immediately responds. My nipples are hard points under my shirt. They have been all evening because Daddy kept wrapping his arms around me to set his hands on top of mine to teach me how to play the games.
I could have stayed in the arcade moving from one game to the next for days if it meant having his biceps brushing against the sides of my breasts, his lips whispering in my ear, and his unavoidable erection grazing my back.
I’ve dreamed of a day like this for so long, and now that it’s going to happen, I’m shaking with excitement and nerves. He’s going to see me naked. Is he going to like what he sees?
Granted, he’s seen enough of me in tight clothes and nighties to know exactly what I look like, but he hasn’t seen my exposed nipples. He hasn’t seen my pussy.
He’s not just going to see me, he’s going to touch me intimately to wash me. This makes me shiver with anticipation as he guides me toward the bathroom.
He sits on the toilet seat and sets his hands on my hips. “You ready to take this step with me, baby girl?”
I nod. I’m breathing heavily. I’m sure he knows.
He holds my gaze for a moment and then reaches over to turn on the water, check the temperature, and put the stopper in the tub. When his attention is back on me, he slides his hands up and down my sides, his palms coming to rest splayed so that his fingers are on my back and his thumbs grazing my breasts.
“Your heart is racing, Juliet,” he murmurs.
I give a quick nod.
He slides his hands around so that his thumbs intentionally graze my nipples, making me flinch and then whimper. “I’ve seen you in thousands of leotards over the years. You’ve been teasing me with tight tank tops and body-hugging shorts for months. But it’s not the same is it, baby girl?”
I shake my head. Not even close.
“Just so we’re clear, I’m going to undress you, sit you in the tub, and wash every inch of your sweet body. After I dry you off, I’m going to spread you on my bed and worship every inch of you with my mouth.”
I shudder and sway toward him, reaching out to grab his shoulders before my knees give out.
He smiles. “Still want Daddy to take care of you?”
I lick my lips. “Yes, Sir.”
“Tomorrow, I will have already seen, tasted, and touched every inch of your body. It won’t be as jarring if I have to pull down your panties in front of everyone and spank you.” He lifts a brow.
My face heats.
“Are you already plotting how to get into trouble to test that possibility as soon as the sun comes up?” He lifts his brows, smiling.
I swallow. “Maybe?” The thought of being naughty enough to get reprimanded has crossed my mind. I’ve also wondered for about five years what it would be like to have a Daddy take me over his knee. I’ve fantasized about it thousands of times. I’ve masturbated to the visual.
More importantly, I’ve visualized Aldric in the role of Daddy doing exactly that. Not just spanking me like he did the other day, but spanking me in front of people. I’ve had a long time to fantasize about a very long list of possible scenarios.
He’s grinning and shaking his head. “I’ve definitely created a monster.”
I giggle. “I’m not a monster, Daddy. I’m a Little girl.”
“A naughty Little girl who’s going to try my patience I suspect.” He unzips my cotton jacket and pulls it off my arms while he speaks. Next, he reaches down to untie my shoes and pull them off my feet, followed by my socks.
When his hands come to my waist to ease my cotton pants over my hips, I grab his shoulder and hold my breath. Seconds later, I’m standing in front of him in nothing but a tight tank top and panties.
He meets my gaze while his hands roam up and down my torso, his thumbs grazing my breasts again. His voice is deep and barely audible. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve waited years for this moment with you.”
“Me too, Daddy.” I cup his face and step closer. I take the liberty to kiss his lips, gasping when he suddenly jerks me closer, flattening my chest against his and devouring my mouth.
I moan into him as he kisses me as if we haven’t seen each other in years. His tongue demands entrance, tasting, teasing, tempting.
My knees shake as I struggle to remain standing.
Daddy’s hand slides down to my bottom, keeping me from falling, his fingers gripping the tight muscles of my butt cheeks.
I’m dizzy with lust and need and desire. Maybe those are all the same thing, but they feel like an onslaught of emotions.
His hands slide under my tank top, pushing it up before fisting the material and yanking it over my head. Breaking the kiss. Staring into my eyes. He holds my gaze, not letting his roam down my body yet.
His actions are hurried. He’s breathing heavily. I love that he’s lost control. Will he give in and make love to me?
I won’t pressure him. I know he has his reasons for wanting to take our time. I don’t want to push him to do something he might later regret.
Would he regret having sex with me? Surely not. Right? No. That’s not why he’s making me wait. He’s doing it because I have baggage that needs unpacking before we take that step. I understand. He’s right. I’ve been unpacking it little by little finally, but there’s still more.
He slides his hands down to my hips and pushes my panties down my body without breaking eye contact. It makes my heart beat faster.
I’m naked now, but he hasn’t looked yet. He cups my face. “You’re the most important person in my world, Juliet. Do you know that?”
I nod, my throat clogged with emotion. “Yes, Daddy.”
His chest is rising and falling with every deep inhale and exhale. He licks his lips. “I changed my mind.”
For a moment, I can’t breathe. He changed his mind about what?
He reaches over to turn off the running water before grabbing me by the waist and lifting me off the floor while he stands.
“Daddy?” I wrap my legs around him and hold on tight as he takes long strides into his bedroom, beelining for the enormous bed where he lowers me onto my back.
My legs are still wrapped around him as he stands. I’m scared out of my mind. He changed his mind about what?
He strokes my face with the tips of his fingers before finally letting his gaze stroll from mine, trailing down my body. He’s not breathing as he reverently stares at my chest, his fingers following, the very tips dancing delicately around my breasts, avoiding the nipples.
I whimper and arch my chest. I still don’t know what he has in mind, but I’m not as nervous as I was a moment ago. He’s not showing any signs that he intends to stop loving me.
He circles my nipples, making goosebumps rise all over my body. The tips are rock hard and needy when he finally taps them.
I cry out, panting with need. “Daddy…”
On the edge of my awareness, I’m still wondering what he meant when he said he changed his mind, but I’m finding it hard to care as he thumbs my nipples before grabbing my biceps and holding me down. He lowers his face to mine, kissing me briefly, and then diverts his mouth to my breasts.
The moment he flicks his tongue over my swollen bud, I arch, gasping. There’s not enough oxygen in this room. And then my nipple is in his mouth and he’s sucking on it, flicking it at the same time. Teasing it until I’m writhing with the most intense need I’ve ever felt.
My legs are wrapped around his waist, and I lift my butt off the bed, intent on rubbing my pussy against him in any way I can.
He switches to my other nipple, suckling, tormenting. His teeth nip at my bud.
My vision blurs and I’m no longer aware of anything but the connection that exists between my nipples and my pussy. I’m so wet, so aroused. I might come from him suckling my tits.
He releases my nipple with a loud pop, flicking the tip several more times before kissing a line down my torso. Releasing my arms, he reaches back to disengage my ankles and tug my legs apart. Seconds later, his palms are on my inner thighs instead of my biceps, pushing them high and wide so he can get to my pussy.
I writhe against the bed, squirming to get out of his hold. It’s too much. I’m overloaded with sensations. I’m going to come.
He kisses my inner thighs, paying no attention to the fact that I’m pushing against his shoulders. Or maybe I’m pulling. It’s too much. I’m going to explode. He’s going to make me come.
Yes, that’s obviously the goal, but I never expected to feel this much, to come this easily. I tip my head back and moan loudly as he finds my clit and suckles it, flicking it with his tongue the way he did my nipples.
I’m writhing. Fighting against the inevitable. I’ve had orgasms. So many in the last few weeks I lost count. None compared to this. None made my eyes roll back and my brain scramble. None made my heart stop and the earth reverse course.
“Daddy…”
He doubles his efforts, sucking hard and then releasing to spear his tongue into my pussy.
I scream.
He’s pressing his lips hard against me, nuzzling my entire pussy so hard I can’t think about anything except the need to come.
His fingers slide up my thighs closer to my pussy. He parts my folds wider with his thumbs and holds me open while he shifts his attention back to my clit.
I can’t keep up. It’s happening so fast. As if we’re in a race to see if we can break a world record for how fast a Daddy can make his Little girl come.
Is the room shaking? Has anyone heard me cry out? I don’t care. I’m not capable of caring. I’m nothing but a pile of raw need, so desperate I would beg for release if I thought he intended to stop.
He doesn’t. He sucks me so fast and so intimately that I’m on the edge moments later. I suck in a breath, dig my heels into the mattress, and stiffen from head to toe. My hips are off the mattress and my vision goes black when I reach the edge of sanity.
I’m shaking, my body trembling as if I’ve had a fever and it just broke. Shuddering violently on the edge of orgasm. Not the kind I get from my fingers or any of the toys I bought. This is different. This is so very real and intense and…more. I haven’t even come yet, and I know I’m ruined.
When his teeth graze my clit, I scream again, louder this time. My orgasm breaks over me, shattering me, destroying me, changing everything.
Wave after wave of pleasure consumes me, leaving me limp and panting and unable to focus for several seconds. I can feel the smile on my face though. I’m so fucking happy and sated. So very lucky. Humbled and elated and grateful and greedy and his.
I’m his. He’s mine.
Nothing can break this bond, right?