Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Naomi
It’s so hard to put myself out there like this, but it feels right. Everything feels right. Dagger is holding me in his arms, making me feel things I’ve never felt before. Cherished, loved, protected… sexy.
I hope it’s real and I’m not misreading the cues. I’ve spent years thinking about Dagger being my Daddy. Just because he’s being kind to me doesn’t mean he sees me the same way.
It’s also possible he would be willing to Daddy me without feeling anything sexual toward me. I’ve done my research. There are plenty of Littles who enjoy living a regressed lifestyle without including sex, and there are plenty of caregivers who enjoy nurturing Littles without sexual feelings.
I don’t want to risk rocking this boat too hard. It’s all going better than I expected. I don’t want to push him and cause everything to blow up in my face. Maybe he’s being kind. He knows I’m Little, so he thinks he should Daddy me. If he doesn’t have thoughts that go beyond that, perhaps I can change his mind over time.
He leans down and nuzzles my ear. “How do you want me to help you, Naomi? Spell it out.”
My breath hitches as I tip my head to the side, loving the warmth of his breath against my skin. Goosebumps rise all over me.
When I don’t answer fast enough—mostly because I’m now focused on the hairs standing up on my neck—he slides his hands down my arms and clasps one of my hands in his. “Come.”
I let him guide me out of the room and back to the great room. He points toward the sofa and releases me. “Sit.”
My heart pounds as I absorb his orders and obey him. I would obey him for the rest of my life if he’d let me.
He pads over to the kitchen and starts pulling things out of the fridge. “When was the last time you ate, babygirl?” he calls out, glancing at me.
“I, uh…” I think back on this morning. I was rushing to get to the airport early. With the time change, it’s not even noon here, but it’s midafternoon for me. “Last night, I had fast food.”
He glances at me again. “That’s about to change, babygirl. I’ll be doing the cooking, and I expect you to eat.”
“Yes, Sir.” I clench my thighs together. I’m sitting awkwardly rigid on the edge of the couch. My panties have been wet since I jumped into his arms. The situation isn’t improving, but it’s not like I could easily rush into my bedroom, whip open my suitcases, and change. Not without him questioning me.
I flinch when Dagger turns on the blender, filling the silence with the loud whirling. I wonder what he’s making, but I don’t have to speculate for long. A minute later, he brings me a large cup.
I suck in a breath as he hands it to me. It’s a sippy cup. I glance at him as I take it. Tears well up in my eyes. I don’t want them to fall. Why am I about to cry?
Dagger takes the seat diagonal from me in an armchair. He crosses his legs casually, leans on one elbow, and rubs his chin. “It’s a smoothie, babygirl. It’s packed with nutrients. Drink all of it.”
“I’ve never used a sippy cup before,” I say as I stare at the lid.
“I bet there’s a lot of things you haven’t tried before.”
He’s right.
“You realized you were Little, but you’ve never had a caregiver, and even though you were comfortable enough to admit your ageplay preference to your father, getting deeper into the role would have been awkward in his home.”
I’m stunned by how well Dagger understands me. I nod.
“Words, babygirl,” he reminds me.
I swallow. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He leans forward, dropping his crossed leg and setting his elbows on his knees. “You said you’d like me to help you. I assume that’s a request for some Daddying and guidance.”
I inhale deeply. “Yes, Sir.”
Please don’t let this backfire on me .
“I suspect you’re tired. The last month has been difficult. You haven’t slept enough, nor have you eaten properly.”
I purse my lips. They’re trembling. If I speak, I will cry.
“How about if you let me take over for a while? A trial basis. It will give you a chance to catch your breath, get rested, put some weight on. No worrying about money or work or anything else. Lean on me as your Daddy. I bet you’ll feel like a new person ready to face the world in a week.”
I hold the sippy cup with my shaky hand and wipe away the tears with my other. “Yes, Sir,” I manage to murmur.
“I can tell you’re submissive and eager to please me. I won’t go easy on you. You need boundaries and a firm hand. You need rules and guidance. I’d bet my last dollar you’ll thrive in that environment.”
“Yes, Sir,” I barely whisper.
“Drink your smoothie, babygirl. I’ll talk. You listen.”
I lift the cup to my mouth.
“Two hands, Naomi,” he commands.
His tone and words are so authoritative that I wouldn’t dare disobey him. I quickly grab the cup with my other hand and use both to take a sip. The smoothie is delicious, and I moan softly around the flavor.
“Good girl. Keep drinking.”
Every time he calls me his good girl, my heart flutters and my pussy clenches.
He leans back again, relaxed as far as I can tell. He’s so dominant that it oozes off him in waves, filling the room, demanding my compliance.
I take another long drink of my smoothie, not wanting him to have to remind me again.
“I’ve taken this week off work,” he begins, “so I’ll be here with you all the time. I’ll cook your meals, and I expect you to eat what I prepare. If there are foods you truly hate, let me know, and I won’t make them.”
“I’m not picky,” I tell him.
“All food stays at the table until I say otherwise. You may have sippy cups in the living room or your bedroom.”
He’s so intense. I’m shaking. A strange hollowness in my tummy is filling, not just from the smoothie but from the missing pieces I’ve craved for so long.
“I want you to really let yourself live in the role to get every benefit, so I’m going to insist you follow rules suitable for someone about four.”
I shiver. I can’t know for sure what age I might enjoy best since I’ve never had an opportunity to explore deeply, but four would have been my guess. Can he sense that?
“No touching the stove or the oven. No knives. No climbing onto chairs to reach things. No opening the front door without permission. No running in the house. No cussing. No yelling. I won’t tolerate sassy or bratty behavior.”
I can hardly swallow the mouthful of smoothie, but I finally manage.
“How much experience do you have visiting kink communities or clubs, Naomi?”
“I belonged to a club near my college campus. I went there a few times a month.”
“Did you experiment with Daddies?”
I shake my head. “No. I was too scared to put myself out there.”
“Has anyone ever spanked you?”
I sit taller, gripping my thighs together. “No, Sir.”
“Have you watched spanking scenes?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. You know what to expect, then. If you break my rules, I will take you over my knees.” He lifts a brow.
I think I’m going to orgasm from his words, and I pray he doesn’t realize it.
“Just so there are no surprises, you should know, when I spank you, it will always be on your bare bottom. I need to see my work to ensure I strike hard enough for you to learn your lesson but not hard enough to injure you.”
I clench my butt cheeks. The thought of Dagger taking me over his knees is so tempting that I’m considering running into traffic just to ensure I get to experience what he’s offering.
“Are we clear, Naomi?”
“Yes, Sir.” I finish the smoothie.
He rises and takes the cup from me. “How about we go unpack your things and get you down for a nap? I bet you haven’t slept well in a long time.”
“I don’t usually take naps, Sir,” I say as I shove off the couch to follow him.
He drops the sippy cup off in the sink and cups the back of my neck, tipping my head back. His gaze is so unbelievably intense when he holds me like this. “Naps are not negotiable, babygirl. Can you trust me to recognize what you need and give it to you?”
“Yes, Sir.”