Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Naomi
I wake with a start, glancing around for a moment before I realize where I am. I’m clutching my bear so hard he’s getting smooshed. I hold him up and fluff him out. “I’m sorry, Buddy.” I kiss him several times before I push to sitting and put him on my pillow.
I wish I could take a few minutes to assess my situation, but my bladder is about to burst, so I have no choice but to immediately head for the bathroom.
I rush out of the room, down the hallway, and into the bathroom without encountering Dagger. As soon as I have the door shut and locked, I hold up my dress, pull down my panties, and sit on the potty. I made it , I think with relief as I empty my bladder.
When I’m finished, I wash my hands and quietly open the door. I need time to regroup, but it’s not going to happen. Dagger is waiting for me in the hallway.
“Did you wash your hands after you went potty, babygirl?”
“Yes, Sir.” My Little is strong. She often is when I wake up. It takes me some time to switch to my adult mindset in the mornings or after a nap. I don’t need to this time. I’ve fallen into a different dimension. I’m experimenting with my Little full time for one week. It’s both nerve-wracking and refreshing.
Dagger takes both my hands in his and lifts them to his lips. “I didn’t get a chance to make sure you didn’t play with your pussy.”
My eyes pop wide as I remember that last conversation we had. “I was asleep. I didn’t have a chance.”
He chuckles. “I know you were, babygirl. I’m teasing you.” He gives my hands a tug. “Come. I made dinner.”
I realize I’m hungry. So far, the only thing I’ve eaten today was the smoothie he made me. My stomach growls.
There’s something so easy about being with Dagger. He makes it that way. I should hardly know him after not seeing him for a few years, but instead, I feel like he’s the same man I always knew. Nothing has changed. He was always a Daddy. Somewhere inside me, I knew that. I just didn’t know he could ever be my Daddy.
Any concerns I had about our relationship being physical have flown out the window. The sexual tension and banter between us is palpable. This man is definitely into me that way.
I stare at him throughout dinner, smiling the entire time. He’s so overbearing and kind. He pushes me up to the table and does everything for me. He serves me chicken nuggets and mac and cheese, which makes me giggle.
After dinner we move to the couch, where I curl up in the corner, tucking my bare feet under my dress. Somehow, we manage to reminisce about old times. I’ve known this man my entire life. He was meant to be my guardian if anything ever happened to my father.
Something did happen to my father, and here Dagger is. He has stepped up to the plate to make things better. We laugh about camping trips and amusement parks. We cry a bit as we talk about my father.
He sits on the other end of the couch, not touching me, but he never looks away. He holds my gaze as though he’s mesmerized.
Eventually, there is a lull in the conversation, and I clear my throat. “Why did you stop visiting?”
Dagger is sitting sideways on the end of the sofa. His elbow rests on the back, and he leans his cheek on his palm as he stares at me. “Are you sure you want to hear the answer to that, babygirl?”
I nod slowly. “Did you have a fight with my father?” It’s the only logical explanation I can come up with other than my romantic heart wishing it was because he was madly in love with me.
His brow furrows. “Oh, god, no, babygirl. Never. Your father was my oldest and dearest friend. I felt like an ass staying away for so long, and I’ll never forgive myself for not getting to see him one last time. It kills me that he passed away while I was being stubborn.”
“What were you being stubborn about?” I ask gently.
He licks his lips. “You, Naomi.”
I inhale sharply. Is it possible? “You’re going to have to be clearer than that, Dagger.”
He rubs his lips absentmindedly as he looks at me. “It was you,” he repeats. “You… grew up. Suddenly, you weren’t the young girl I knew, and I…” He looks away for a few moments.
My heart races. I can’t believe this is happening. “You what?” I encourage. I need him to be specific, so there is no doubt. When he doesn’t respond quickly, I continue. “I missed you,” I whisper. “I thought about you all the time. I fantasized about you,” I admit, hoping I’m not saying the wrong things.
He looks back at me. “If I had known, it would have only strengthened my resolve to stay away from you. You were my best friend’s daughter. Off limits. So young. You were only twenty when I realized I wouldn’t be able to keep my distance from you.”
A lump forms in my throat. He has no idea how happy I am, and how could he given the tears pooling in my eyes. “I was sixteen when I knew.”
He groans. “That would have been illegal, Naomi.”
“It wouldn’t have been illegal when I was eighteen,” I point out.
He chuckles. “Barely, babygirl. And your father would have had me murdered.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s so dramatic. He wasn’t a judgmental man. I bet he would have gotten over it eventually.”
Dagger shrugs. “We’ll never know.”
“I’m not sixteen or eighteen now. I’m twenty-three.”
“Still so young… I’m forty-five, Naomi. Doesn’t that bother you?”
I shake my head. “No. Never. I don’t care. You’ll just have to promise to live to be one hundred and twenty. I refuse to let you leave me.”
His smile spreads as he continues to stare at me. It’s so intense.
Neither of us moves.
“I’ll do everything in my power to make that happen for you, Naomi,” he finally says.
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I unfold my legs, intending to crawl toward him. I want to be on his lap, in his arms.
He holds out a hand. “Don’t move, babygirl.”
I’m breathing heavily as I pause and cock my head to the side. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I just think we need to slow down. We have a plan. One week. I want you to give me one week in Little space. I know your hormones are raging. So are mine. I feel like a teenager, and it’s been a damn long time since I was that young.”
“What difference does it make?” I ask, confused and shaking.
“It could make all the difference, babygirl. One week. You’ll let me Daddy you while you fully explore your Little. I don’t want to do things out of order. I want you to take the time to be sure this is something you want.”
“I know it is, Dagger. I’ve wanted this for years. I’ve thought about it a million times. I’ve used that vibrator to thoughts of you so many times it’s a wonder it still works,” I admit.
Dagger groans. “Naughty girl.”
“I’m just telling the truth.”
“Well, I’m the Daddy here, and you’ll do as I say. I want you to be certain before we take our relationship to the next level. It would be so easy for me to sweep you off this couch and take you to my bed. We’re not doing easy, Naomi. We’re doing forever.”
I lean back against the corner and sigh. Why does he have to be so reasonable? “I’ve been sure about you for years, Dagger.”
“You’ve harbored a fantasy about me that you can’t be sure will turn into reality. This isn’t a game for me, Naomi. I’m a Daddy Dom through and through. If you want a lasting relationship with me—and, babygirl, I sincerely hope you do—you’ll be my Little girl for the rest of our lives. You’ve never had a chance to fully explore how that would feel.”
Damn him for being right.
“I want you to meet some other Little girls and talk to them. It will help you understand the commitment.”
“Okay.” The idea makes me nervous, but I’m excited at the same time. I’ve never met another Little girl. I’ve seen them at the club I used to go to, but I never joined them or spoke to any of them. I’ve never had someone with whom I was comfortable enough to ask questions.
“Good girl. Now, go grab some PJs and take a bath. Relax in the tub for a bit. I put some toys under the sink if you want to play. You may not touch yourself. Not for the entire week. You will save your body for me.”
My cheeks heat. “Yes, Sir.”
“In the future, if you stay with me, I will wash you myself in the evenings. I will be the one to dress you and undress you. But I don’t have the willpower to see your naked body this week, so you’ll have to bathe and change on your own. Can you do that for me, babygirl?”
I nod. I can do anything for him. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now, get a move on before I change my mind and yank you under me. You’re testing my willpower.”
I hesitate a moment, thinking I’d rather he yank me under him. But I understand his reasoning, and I will respect his decision. I scramble to my feet, but before I leave the room, I run over to him, wrap my arms around him, and hug him close.
He returns the hug, rubbing my back as he nuzzles my neck. Finally, he releases me. “Go, naughty girl. Sleep tight.”
My heart is soaring as I obey him and rush from the room. He’s not asking me to wait for months. He’s asking me for one week. I can be good for one week. As much as I hate to admit it, he’s right. This is probably for the best.