Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
“Tell me about your day,” Eli says as he sits next to me.
I’m startled for a moment because my day is the farthest thing from my mind. In fact, I’m still glancing at the ominous box filled with odd things that make me have a lot of questions.
Eli looks toward the box for a second and then back to me.
“Don’t worry, Little one. If you’re interested, I’ll introduce you to the rest of the things one at a time.
I’ll even wear my lab coat while we explore together if you’d like.
” He’s smiling broadly, causing wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
His lab coat is now settled over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. He must have put it there before he started cooking.
I jerk my attention back to my plate, pick up one of the sticks of grilled cheese, and dip it into the soup. I moan around the first bite. It’s so good.
“I guess you like it,” Eli teases.
After chewing and swallowing, I nod. “Delicious. I’ve been missing out on this deli.”
“It’s my favorite. We can go there sometime if you’d like. Or if you’d rather spend your evenings in Little space, I’ll order other food from there next time.” He lifts up a napkin and dabs a drip of soup from my chin. “I should get you some bibs.”
I like that idea, too. Everything he does makes me feel comfortable. He’s either psychic, a genius, or heaven sent him to me. Maybe all three.
“Now, you didn’t tell me about your day yet, sweet girl. Did you do anything exciting?”
I swallow my next bite before answering. “There is nothing overly exciting about my job except when a customer sometimes gets irate. Usually I just call patients to schedule their surgeries or to gather all their intake information. It’s pretty boring.”
“It’s important, though,” he points out. “You’re the link between the patients and the doctor. It’s a lot of responsibility.”
I sit up taller at the compliment. “Yeah. I guess so.”
“Is it something you enjoy?”
I shrug. “It’s the perfect job for me. I don’t have to face people in person. I don’t have to make cold calls trying to sell anything. I rarely need to leave my home.”
“I guess that would be attractive for someone who’s introverted.”
“That’s me,” I admit.
“You’re pretty open with me,” he says.
He’s right. I can’t explain how it’s possible that in one day I’ve gotten comfortable enough with Eli to look him in the eyes, make normal conversation, and even face important aspects about my lifestyle. “You make it easy.”
“I’m glad. I will always strive to make your life easier, Little one.
” He says that like he’s a permanent fixture in my life.
I won’t let myself hope too much that he’s telling the truth.
He can’t know that for sure. He barely knows me at all.
He might change his mind in a few days and stop coming over after work.
I pick up my spoon and lean over my bowl to get a sip of soup by itself. It’s really delicious. I’m using my food to distract me from my worries. The more I get to know Eli, the more I realize how much it will hurt if he changes his mind about me.
“What are you thinking, Grace? You got really quiet.” His hand comes to my pigtail, and he gives a slight tug.
I look at him. Really look at him. He’s serious. He gives me all of his attention. “What if you decide I’m too much work?” I blurt out.
His brow furrows. “Too much work? Taking care of you?”
“Yes.”
“Sweetie, I’ve spent my life looking for the perfect Little girl who will let me take care of her in every imaginable way. It’s how I’m wired. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to walk away from you last night and leave you to get ready for bed on your own?”
I shake my head.
“Hardest thing I’ve ever done. I feel like I won the lottery.
I can’t believe it took six months of living across the hall from you before I figured out you were Little.
I already knew I was attracted to you. I’ve had my eye on you for months.
I pretended in my head that you had a Little buried inside you, and I hoped that one of these days you would open up to me and let me take you out to dinner.
I hoped that if we got to know each other, you might be willing to give age play a try even if you’d never heard of it.
Finding out you’ve been living as a Little just yards away from me all this time flipped my world upside down. ”
I purse my lips as emotions well up inside me.
Eli cups the side of my face. “I’m totally enamored, Grace.
I want to pinch myself like you did last night.
I bolted awake in the night worried that I’d imagined things.
But here you are, in my apartment, looking so precious, the prettiest Little girl I’ve ever seen.
I want to keep you and never let you go back to your own apartment, but I know that would scare you.
I’m going to try really hard to go slow with you and show you that I can be the Daddy you’ve always dreamed of.
You will never ever be too much work, Grace.
The more you let me do for you, the better I feel.
It’s in my blood. It’s who I am. Just like you crave having someone care for you, I crave having someone let me care for them. Does that make sense?”
I nod. Tears well up in my eyes. He’s so handsome, and he says all the right things. “I want that,” I whisper.
“Good. We’re on the same page. I know you’re scared. That’s understandable. We’ll get to know each other better every day. Hopefully I can live up to your expectations as a Daddy.” He smiles.
I gasp. “You’re the best Daddy ever.”
“You don’t have anyone to compare me to,” he jokes.
“I have lots of Daddies to compare you to. They’re all fictional, but you’re better than all of them.”
Eli grabs the sides of my stool, drags it to the side so I’m facing him directly, cups my face, and sets his forehead against mine. He’s breathing heavily. “I want to be that man, Grace. If you’ll let me.”
I reach up and set my smaller hands over his.
“Have you thought about after dinner? Will you let me take care of you tonight? Bathe you and diaper you before bed?”
My cheeks heat, but I nod. “Yes, Sir.” I’ve thought about those things a thousand times today.
Several times I found myself staring into space as visions of him washing me flitted through my mind.
It was hard not to touch myself. If he hadn’t ordered me not to masturbate, I probably would have done so ten times since I last saw him.
Eli’s thumbs stroke my cheeks. “Did you play with your little pussy after I left, Grace?”
It’s like he’s reading my mind. My face pinkens further. “No, Sir. But I wanted to. It was hard,” I admit.
He grins. “I bet.” He looks down at the front of me. “This dress is so fucking sexy it’s killing me. I want to yank it off you so I can see your pert breasts and those swollen nipples that have been tempting me from the moment you opened the front door.”
I’m breathing heavily, and my nipples grow even more sensitive as he speaks.
“If I reached between your legs, would I find your panties wet, sweet girl?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe out.
He glances at the regression kit. “Will you trust me to introduce you to items from that box every night until you’ve experienced them all?”
I swallow. “Yes, Sir,” I manage to murmur. I do trust him. Doesn’t mean I won’t be nervous.
“I’ll pick something simple tonight. After I give you a bath, I’ll use it on you.
I think you’ll find that you’ve probably read about most of the things in the kit.
I suspect you’re equal parts curious and scared to try them.
But I also bet you’ll get turned on by each and every new toy, especially if I wear my lab coat. ” He winks.
I can’t help but giggle. “Okay.”
“We’ll make a game out of it. After your bath, we’ll play doctor. By the time you agree to go to the island with me, nothing at the clinic will shock you.”
“Except for the part about strangers using that stuff on me,” I remind him.
“Well, there is that. Half the titillation comes from feeling helpless and out of control. I’m confident you’ll enjoy every second even if you’re embarrassed. Humiliation is part of medical play.”
“What if I don’t like it?”
“Every single thing we do together is meant to make you feel good. If anything has the opposite effect, we won’t do it.
There are some Littles who genuinely do not like to be exposed to the doctors and nurses.
The doctor can sense that in a Little in moments.
If either myself or the doctor thought you weren’t benefitting from medical play, we would stick to visiting the clinic for strictly medical purposes. ”
I breathe a sigh of relief. “So it’s not mandatory?”
“Some parts of the island are mandatory. Total regression for example and everything that encompasses. Not negotiable. Visiting the doctor for your actual health isn’t negotiable. Kinky medical practices that don’t turn you on are not required, though.”
“Okay.” I feel better now.
“Are you done eating, Little one? Do you want more soup or sandwiches?”
“I’m full. Thank you.” Plus there are butterflies racing through my tummy because all I can focus on is the thought of him seeing me naked when we go back to my apartment.
I don’t know why I’m nervous. It’s not about my body.
I’m not worried about that part. It’s about how strongly I’m going to react to him.
I might orgasm from the slightest contact after holding back all day, and that will embarrass me.