Chapter 4
Chapter Four
I don’t blink or move a single muscle. I can’t. Did my sexy neighbor from across the hall just say what I think he said? Surely not.
“What do you say, Little girl? Do you think you’d be willing to give this Daddy a chance?”
I lick my very dry lips. He’s serious.
He gets a teasing sparkle in his eyes and continues, “Surely you didn’t go to all the trouble of dramatically dropping all your mail in the hallway and then kicking a pizza coupon under my door if you weren’t at least curious about me.”
A giggle bubbles up out of me. He’s not just sexy, he’s funny.
“You haven’t answered me, Grace,” he points out, still grinning. He’s not worried. He exudes confidence. He knows I’m going to agree. How could I not?
I shrug and pretend it’s no big deal. “Sure. I guess I could spend time with you. You’re not exactly an ogre, and you seem pretty nice.”
He releases my hand and surprises me when he lowers it to tickle my ribs. “Not an ogre, huh?”
Bending at the waist, I try to bat his hand away from my tummy, laughing so hard I might pee myself. That would be humiliating. “Eli, stop!”
He flattens his huge palm on my waist, no longer tickling. “I’m going to dedicate every waking hour to convincing you to call me Daddy instead of Eli.” His voice is serious this time.
I swallow. My heart is racing, and I grip my thighs together because the thought of calling him Daddy makes me want things from him that are not Daddy-like at all.
He turns my chair so I’m more fully facing him and straddles my knees with his. “Will you let me Daddy you, sweet girl?”
I nod.
“How about if you go change into whatever you normally wear to bed, and then I’ll read you a story?”
I can’t keep from smiling. My pretend Daddy reads to me at night, but I have to do all the work. The thought of having a real Daddy do the job makes the butterflies flutter around inside me again. My pussy is wet and soaking my panties.
Eli rises, takes my hand, and helps me to my feet. “Tomorrow when you’re on your lunch break, maybe you’ll color that picture in with real crayons. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain invisible crayons to my friends.”
I glance back at the picture I never started. “Okay.”
Eli points toward my bedroom. “Go change, sweet girl. I want to see the real you.”
I bite my lip as he releases me to give me a little shove in that direction. There have been a lot of weird firsts for me tonight. I’ve never had a man in my apartment. I’ve never met a Daddy—or at least I’ve never realized I had. I’ve never spent this much time with any man—Daddy or otherwise.
Even though my apartment is filled with things that demonstrate my personality, changing out of my adult clothes is a big step. I’m going to be brave, though. I have to. No way am I going to turn down Eli’s proposal. I’m too excited and curious.
After hurrying into my bedroom, I close the door and rush toward my dresser. It only takes me a few seconds to choose a pink nightgown with tiny white-and-yellow daisies all over it. It’s one of my favorites.
I aim for the attached bathroom, next, to potty and brush my teeth.
After changing, I stare at myself in the mirror.
I’m not wearing exactly what I will to bed, but this is close.
I brush out my hair next. It’s past my shoulders, but I don’t usually like it to get much longer because then my pigtails get too heavy and give me a headache. My brown wavy hair is very thick.
Finally I leave the bathroom and head for the bedroom door. I’m nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before. What if he doesn’t like my Little? What if he’s not even still in my apartment?
Finding my brave, I open the door. A breath of relief escapes my lips when I see him standing at my kitchen counter. My living room and kitchen are even tidier than they were after he loaded the dishwasher. He’s been cleaning.
He must hear me because he turns around. He freezes, his eyes going wide.
I panic.
But then his expression softens, and he licks his lips. “You’re precious, Grace.”
I blow out a breath of relief and notice he’s holding one of my bottles.
“I found this in your cabinet. I see you have milk and strawberry syrup in your fridge. Do you like to take a bottle at night, sweet girl?”
I slowly nod. How did he figure that out?
He doesn’t seem upset by it. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.
Nothing in my apartment has shocked him, but he doesn’t know everything about me yet.
Just because he’s a Daddy Dom doesn’t mean he’s looking for a Little girl who’s quite as young as I sometimes like to play.
Without hesitating, Eli fixes me a bottle of strawberry milk. He meets my gaze again as he shakes it up. “Do you warm it, Baby girl? Or do you like it cold?”
“Cold,” I murmur. He called me Baby girl. Maybe the bottle caused him to change his endearment. He seems unphased. I have hope he won’t mind. If he had found my cabinet full of bottles and was turned off, he would have said so and left. Right?
“Story time,” he says as he approaches me. He strokes my hair with his free hand when he’s close enough. “Maybe you’ll let me brush it out for you tomorrow night.”
The butterflies are back. I’d love for him to brush my hair. It sounds heavenly. If I didn’t think he would reprimand me, I would pinch myself again. I’m still finding it hard to believe this is really happening.
“Do you want to choose a book, Baby girl?” he asks as we enter my room.
I hurry over to my shelf and pick one of my favorite chapter books. Will it seem silly and boring to him? When I turn around, I find him pulling back my covers and arranging several pillows against the headboard. He kicks off his shoes and sits.
I’m too stunned to move. He looks so huge sitting on my bed. It was a big bed before he came into my room. It’s queen-sized. Plenty large for me. But Eli is over six feet tall and broad. He makes my bed look miniature.
He lifts his gaze and gives me one of his amazing smiles before patting the bed next to him. “I can’t read you the story if you don’t bring me the book.” He holds up my bottle and jiggles it. “Plus, you can’t drink this from all the way over there.”
I hurry forward and climb onto the bed, realizing a bit too late that I can’t gracefully get up next to him without him seeing my panties. My nightgown isn’t very long.
He doesn’t say a word, though, as he wraps an arm around my shoulders and hauls me against his side. I tip my head back to find his brow furrowed as if he’s contemplating something.
Suddenly, he sets the bottle on my nightstand, twists toward me, lifts me off the mattress, and settles me sideways on his lap.
My breath hitches as I try to tug my nightie under my bottom. I’m on Eli’s lap. I’m wearing nothing but a thin cotton nightgown and panties. He’s going to read me a story. It’s too surreal to believe.
I’m further startled when Eli leans me back to cradle me in his arms. He reaches across to retrieve the bottle and brings the nipple to my lips. His furrowed brow is gone. He’s smiling contentedly now.
I lift my hands up to take the bottle from him, but he circles my wrists easily with one hand and lowers mine to my waist. “Daddy’s job.”
I suck in a breath. Daddy’s job… Oh, God.
I’m going to expire on the spot. Somehow I manage to open my mouth to accept the nipple and find myself sucking as I stare into his eyes.
For the first time in all the years I’ve been practicing age play, a real Daddy is feeding me.
It’s so natural for him that he’s seamlessly slid into my home, my bedroom, and my bed.
He’s holding my bottle as if it’s something we’ve done every night of my life.
His arm is so large that he has it wrapped all the way around me and can hold my bottle with that hand and the book in his other. He opens it to the first page and starts reading.
It’s hard for me to focus on the story. It doesn’t matter because I’ve read this book many times, but I love listening to Eli’s voice. He’s a great reader. He even gives the characters different voices.
When my bottle is empty, Eli pauses to take it from me and set it on the bedside table. I feel a bit fidgety and even bring my hand up to my face, barely stopping myself from putting my thumb in my mouth.
Eli has resumed reading, and he somehow manages to continue while circling my wrist. I think he’s keeping me from sucking my thumb, which embarrasses me so much that my face heats. Apparently this Daddy doesn’t encourage thumb sucking.
When he comes to the end of the chapter in another minute, he sets the book down and focuses on me. “Do you have a pacifier, Baby girl? They make adult ones that are much better for your dental health than thumb sucking.”
I nod as a relieved breath leaves my lungs. “There’s one in my nightstand.” Apparently he isn’t opposed to my sucking habit. He’s just worried about my teeth.
It’s not until Eli has reached across me and pulled open my drawer that I realize what I’ve done. I bolt upright in his arms, trying to block him. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Pacifiers aren’t the only things I keep in that drawer.
“Grace…” Eli chuckles. “Is there something in your nightstand you don’t want me to see?” he teases.
I awkwardly reach for his face to block his line of sight. “I’ll get it.”
He laughs again. “Hmmm. Now I’m curious. What’s in the drawer, sweet girl?” His hands are on my waist. He’s making no effort to lean around me even though he could easily do so. He’s much stronger than me.
“Things,” I say.
His body shakes with his chuckles. “I’m a Dom, Grace. Sure, I’m a Daddy Dom, but I’m still a Dom. There’s nothing you could possibly own that I haven’t seen. I suspect you’ve got a vibrator in there. I bet most women have a vibrator in their nightstands. It would surprise me if you didn’t.”
I’m still holding his face, fully aware he could stop me. “Yes. That’s it. I don’t want you to see it.”
Eli’s brows lift toward his hairline. “You naughty Little girl. Do you know what happens to naughty girls who tell fibs to their Daddies?”
I gasp. “I’m not lying,” I fib. “I do have a vibrator in that drawer, just like you said.”
This time only one inquisitive brow of his lifts. “How many vibrators do you have, Grace?”
My cheeks heat. I groan.
Eli’s palms slide down to my bottom. He cups my cheeks over my panties. It’s so incredibly intimate, and he’s touching me so close to my pussy. My brain stops firing properly.
I stop breathing when he brings his lips to my ear. “I’m glad you have vibrators, Little one. I’m not judging you. I like that you take care of yourself and know what you enjoy.”
I shudder. I’m still embarrassed, but somehow the mortification eases. It always does with him.
He continues whispering against my ear. “May I get you a pacifier now? I promise I don’t care what’s in that drawer. In fact, whatever you own will help me know better what kinds of things you like. It’s like a window into your soul.”
“It’s more like a garage door,” I mutter.
He laughs. “Okay. That’s probably true, but it’s still valuable information.”
Our odd, unexpected relationship is hours old. I’m half naked on his lap. He’s about to see my stash of vibrators. I have nothing left to hide. Well, one thing, but I’m not sharing that detail with him. No way.
Giving up, I slide off his lap, grab the pillow next to him, and bury my face in it, not wanting to watch while he sees my most private personal belongings. I don’t even care that my panties are fully on display. Let him look. If he doesn’t like my bottom, too bad. It’s attached to me.
Eli takes a long time retrieving my pacifier. I’m not surprised. There’s a lot to see in that drawer. But I don’t look at him. I keep my face hidden.
Finally I hear the drawer slide shut. He’s at my side, his hand on my bottom, sliding up and down the backs of my thighs. “This is a good brand of pacifier, sweet girl. You did your research.”
I don’t respond. I’m still fighting the urge to hyperventilate. He’s just explored my vibrator stash, and he’s going to blow it off and talk about pacifier brands?
“You told me another fib, though, didn’t you, Baby girl?”
I suck in a breath and hold it. What is he referring to? Surely he doesn’t know… I groan against the pillow.
His fingers inch up my thigh and under the edge of my panties. “You don’t wear panties to bed, do you, Grace?”
Fuck. I need the Earth to swallow me whole.
As if the entire world didn’t just shift on its axis, Eli keeps speaking.
“I bet you were nervous to share that detail with me. I can’t blame you.
That’s a lot to tell someone you’ve just opened yourself up to.
Since you’re not familiar with Regression Island, I’m going to tell you something.
I left out crucial information about the island, too. So we’re even.”
I slowly turn my head toward him. I remain on my tummy, and I fist the pillow with both hands, but I meet his gaze. “Do Daddies tell fibs?”
He slides his hand up my back over my nightgown and rubs between my shoulder blades. “I will never lie to you, Little one. You have my word. Not even a fib. I simply didn’t elaborate about the island because I wasn’t sure you were ready to hear the details.”
“Oh.”
“Littles on the island live a fully regressed lifestyle. No exceptions.”
“Like…Babies?” I whisper.
“Yes. One hundred percent of the time. It’s a hard-and-fast rule. All Littles are diapered. The only other things they wear are T-shirts and sometimes sandals or sneakers to protect their feet.”
I’m so intrigued that I turn more fully to face him. “Always?”
“Yep. It prevents any jealousy or judgment among Littles. They might own a variety of colors of shirts, perhaps hair bows, but that’s it.”
“So everyone can see their diapers?” I ask, my voice squeaking.
“Yes. Well, there is one small exception. Some Littles do have jobs. If they are at work somewhere, they might also wear skirts or pants over their diapers. That way others know they’re working. But they never use a bathroom. No exceptions on that issue.”
I gasp, my eyes going wide. “No bathrooms?”
“Nope. Littles can’t even open them. All of them are locked on the island. Only caregivers have the ability to unlock the doors with a thumbprint.”
I’m stunned. How did I never know such a place existed?
“So, you see, I’m not the least bit bothered to realize you’ve been diapering yourself. It’s a relief to me. Some Littles have trouble wrapping their heads around that concept.”
“I don’t do it all the time,” I murmur.
“I bet you prefer to sleep in them, huh?”
I nod. This should be the most embarrassing part about me, but he’s making it seem like no big deal.
“If you’ve been sleeping in diapers for a while, you probably don’t trust yourself to not wet the bed,” Eli points out.
He’s so smart.
I nod again.
He gives me the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. “Grace…”
“What?”
“I know we just fell into this relationship tonight, but my heart is about to leap out of my chest. You’re mine, Baby girl.”