Chapter Five
Dagger
I lift Naomi’s suitcases onto the bed and open them while she watches.
“I can unpack,” she argues.
“I’ll do it. That way, I’ll know what you brought and what kinds of things you need me to get for you.”
She rubs her hands together, shifting her weight back and forth nervously on her feet. “But…”
I cup her pretty face. “Is there anything in here you don’t want me to see, babygirl?” I’m sure there is, and it’s so brazen of me to go through her things, but I wasn’t expecting her to show up at my apartment with such strong Little tendencies.
If we’re going to do this… If we’re going to take this path together, then we’re going to do it right from the start. She might be embarrassed over some of the items she packed, but she’s going to be a lot more embarrassed when I confiscate some of them.
If I didn’t think she could handle this and, in fact, craves it with every molecule of her being, I wouldn’t do it. But Naomi is fidgeting, and her cheeks are the prettiest pink I’ve ever seen.
I reach for a stack of panties, set them on the bed, and pick through them. I make two piles.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
I point to one pile. “Put those in the top drawer of the dresser.”
“What about the others?” She stares at the thongs and barely-existent pieces of lace—the more adult items she brought.
“You won’t need anything like that for a while, babygirl.”
“Sir—”
I cup the back of her neck again. She seems to respond well when I’m touching her. It calms her. Grounds her. I decide to lay down the law because her body language and the tone of her voice are screaming for me to do so. “Give me one week, Naomi. One week of total submission. One week to see what it feels like to have a Daddy take care of you in every way. If it’s not your thing, you’ll know that before the time is up. I promise. In seven days, we’ll reevaluate and decide what you need going forward. Can you do that, babygirl?”
She swallows hard. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Put your panties in the drawer. I’ll pick out what you may have from what you’ve packed. The rest will go back into one suitcase in my closet for now.”
“Okay.”
My heart clenches as I watch my babygirl shuffle toward the dresser. She’s mine. I’m confident that in one week, she will be able to admit that, and the thongs and sexy lace will never see the light of day again.
Naomi should be dressed in cotton panties that suit her Little. She’ll need some more adult items when we leave the house, but not much. I’ll choose what she wears. Hell, I’ll select and buy her clothes from now on.
It’s possible that she won’t crave a twenty-four-seven arrangement, but I’m thinking the chances of that are slim to none. Naomi oozes Little vibes. Her mannerisms, her expressions, the way she bites her bottom lip, the way she stands, her gait when she walks, the way she rocks on her feet. She’s so very Little. She just hasn’t had a chance to let herself fully out to explore.
It only takes me about ten minutes to go through her clothes. I’m not surprised that half of what she brought is Little anyway, so I let her put those things in the drawers. The slinky, grownup dresses go back in the suitcase for now. All of the pants and jeans go back in. I won’t let her wear pants ever. Occasionally, leggings can go under her dresses when it’s cold, but the jeans are out.
When I get to her bras, I go through them just to know what she owns. Two are simple and practical. Four are lacy and in a variety of colors. I can tell some were purchased for specific dresses I left in the suitcase.
I enjoy watching her squirm as I finger every one of them, flipping them around and even looking closely at the sizes before I put them all into the “no” suitcase without a word.
When I glance at her out of the corner of my eye, I find her mouth hanging open, her cheeks red, and her body swaying forward and backward. I can tell she isn’t even wearing a bra now. She came here on the plane without one. They aren’t a priority to her. Her breasts are high and perky. They’re just a handful. Hopefully, someday, I will get to wrap my palms around them. In the meantime, I’ll enjoy seeing her nipples poke through the material of her shirts and dresses.
I love the variety of cute shoes she brought, and I hand most of them to her to put in the closet—flats, Mary Janes, and sneakers. The heels go in the “no” suitcase.
The zipped side of her second suitcase is where I find a stuffed teddy bear and a doll. I pull both out and settle them against the pillows on her bed. My chest is tight as I fully realize my babygirl is absolutely Little. Any shred of doubt is gone.
The last item is her toiletry bag. I pick it up and set it aside before closing the two suitcases and moving them to the floor. “Let’s put the rest in the bathroom.”
She steps forward. “I can do it.”
I ignore her and head down the hallway toward the guest bathroom.
She rushes along behind me. “Sir… I can do that part.”
I set the bag on the counter and reach for the zipper. “What are you so distressed about, babygirl? Do you think I’ve never seen tampons or razors before?”
Her face is bright red. “I’m sure you don’t want to see those things.” She sets her hands on me and tries to push me out of the bathroom as though she could make me budge a single inch. I outweigh her significantly; I’m nearly a foot taller, and I work out every day. I’m solid. She’s a waif of a girl.
I chuckle as I unzip her toiletry bag and spread it wide. That’s when I realize what all the fuss is about. It takes me half a second to spot the bright pink silicone vibrator. It’s not a tiny little thing. It’s an elaborate rechargeable vibrator with a section that is inserted into the vagina and another piece that nestles against a woman’s clit.
I pick it up, knowing she’s beyond embarrassed.
She covers her face with one hand and tried to snag it away from me with the other. “Dagger…”
I yank it out of her reach and proceed to tease her more because she’s so fucking cute, all flustered. “I don’t know why you’re embarrassed. I’d be surprised if you didn’t own a vibrator. This is a really nice one.” I hold it up to unnecessarily examine it further. “Looks like it would do the job pretty quickly. It vibrates against the G-spot and clit at the same time.”
“Dagger!” she shouts. “Stop it!” Her voice is high-pitched, but she’s not seriously angry. She’s kind of enjoying this banter.
I realize she likes a bit of embarrassment. Good to know. “How often do you use this, babygirl?”
She shakes her head. “I’m not telling you that.” She reaches again. “Give it to me.”
“How long does it take for you to come with this? I bet it’s pretty powerful.” I turn it on and then play with the settings. It truly is impressive. My cock is fucking hard, too. I can’t keep from picturing my babygirl holding this inside her pussy while she moans. I wonder how loud she is when she comes.
She stomps her foot, fists her hands at her sides, and pushes her bottom lip out in the Littlest pout I’ve ever seen. She looks like I just told her she can’t have cookies for dinner. I wonder what she’s going to look like when I lay down my next rule.
There’s a high shelf above the vanity, and I reach up to set the vibrator on top while I empty the rest of her toiletries, putting everything in drawers or on the ledge of the bathtub. When I’m done, I grab the vibrator, return it to the bag, and zip it up.
Naomi holds out a hand. “Are you done? Can I have that now?”
“I’m done, but you can’t have it.”
She gasps, her eyes going wide. “What do you mean?”
I hold it in one hand and tap her nose with a finger. “Hard rule, babygirl. No masturbating. Can you go one week without touching your pussy?” This is the most invasive I’ve been with her yet. I hope I’m not overstepping.
Her face darkens even further. “Of course I can, but that’s a silly rule. Give it back to me.”
I shake my head. “Nope. I’m going to put it in the safe. We’ll reevaluate this another day. I want you to focus on your Little this week. Take sex out of the equation.”
She gasps again. “Dagger…”
I step around her and head for my bedroom. She follows on my heels. I aim straight for my closet, step inside, and bend down to open the safe. She’s right beside me, trying to pry the bag out of my hand, but she’s no match for me. I manage to open the safe without her seeing the code. Seconds later, the vibrator is history for my babygirl.
The truth is I’ll probably never give it back. The only way she’s going to masturbate in the future will be when I give her permission and I’m watching. I doubt I’ll let her use something that is inserted in her pretty cunt. That channel is reserved for my cock.
I’m feeling so fucking possessive right now that I might even argue against tampons, but I don’t say anything. That’s way out of bounds. I need to rein in my Dominant a tiny bit.
It’s hard. Things are going so well between us. I never expected Naomi to show up and instantly fall in line as my Little girl, but she’s surprising me at every turn.
She pretends to sulk as I guide her back across the hallway to the guestroom. Already I hate that she’s going to sleep in here without me. I want her in my bed, in my arms, for the rest of eternity. But we’re not there. Not about this. Not about so many things.
I pull the covers back and turn to pick her up by the hips to set her on the edge of the bed. I ease her sweater off and then bend to remove her boots and socks.
She crosses her arms and perfects the pout, not saying a word even when I guide her to lie on her back and pull the covers up to her chest.
“You can’t make me nap, Dagger.”
I kiss her forehead. “I don’t have to make you nap, babygirl. You’re so tired that you’re going to fall asleep in moments.” I stroke the loose hair back from her face. “Why don’t you consider calling me Daddy? It will help your Little come out. Using my name is jarring.”
She narrows her gaze at me. “Why don’t you give me my vibrator back? You can’t stop me from touching myself. I can get off with my fingers, you know.”
I chuckle and lift her fingers to my lips to kiss them. “No masturbating,” I order. I suck her pointer into my mouth and release it with a pop. “I’m going to suck these fingers after your nap. If they smell like your pussy, I will spank your bottom.”
She holds her breath, and her mouth falls open. “You can’t do that!”
I lift a brow.
She grits her teeth, yanks her hand out of my grip, and rolls onto her side, facing away from me. “I don’t think I want to be your Little girl, meanie.”
I chuckle again and kiss her temple this time. “I think you do.” I reach for her teddy bear and tuck it in her arms.
It takes every bit of my willpower to walk out of the room and leave my babygirl to nap, but I do it.
I leave the door open several inches and stand in the hallway for a few minutes, peeking in often. She’s out so fast that she never even moves.