Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
“You are so incredibly creative, Grace,” Eli says thirty minutes later as he explores everything in my bathroom. “You’ve thought of everything a Little girl could possibly need and made it happen for you.”
I feel proud of the life I’ve created, and it pleases me that he’s so impressed. I rock back and forth on my shoes as he picks up my bubble bath and then sets it down to look at my water toys.
“I bet I haven’t thought of everything,” I say. “Whatever you tucked into your bag to bring over here for after the bath is probably not something I own.” I’m fishing for information, though I know I won’t get it out of him. He’s not going to cave and show me what he brought until he’s ready.
He chuckles. “Good point. I suspect you’re right. I seriously doubt you have one of anything that was left in that box. Most of it is medical related.”
I’m a smart girl. I can read between the lines.
I got enough of a glimpse at the remaining contents to know that my ass is in jeopardy most nights this week.
Every time I think about him putting something in my butt, I squeeze my cheeks together.
I might be willing to let him diaper me, but dealing with my waste or putting anything up inside me makes me cringe. It’s icky in there.
Eli bends over and turns on the water, testing it until he’s satisfied before putting the stopper in the bottom and turning back to face me. He brought a kitchen chair in here, and he’s sitting on it.
He pulls me between his legs and cups my face. “Are you ready to let me bathe you, Grace? If you’re not, we don’t have to take this step yet. We can wait.”
I love that he asks. That means the world to me and calms my soul. “I’m ready.”
“I promise I will watch closely, figure out what makes you tick, and give you orgasms when you’re aroused.”
Thank goodness. If he denies me an orgasm tonight, I might die. I’m not sure about multiple. I’ve never managed that. But, then again, I’ve never been as aroused as I’ve been all evening and really all day.
“May I undress you, sweet girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“After tonight, I won’t ask you again, but I want to be sure you’re on the same page as me when we enter new territory. I never want you to feel pressured to go too far too fast. I may be anxious to make you mine in every way, but I’m still a caring Daddy, and I never want to pressure you.”
He’s said that several times, and I appreciate his concerns. “Thank you.”
He lifts one of my feet between his legs and removes my shoe and sock before setting it down to do the same to the other. That was four of the six articles of clothing I’m wearing. I’m two-thirds naked now from that standpoint.
His hands come to the hem of my dress, and he pauses before slowly lifting it over my head, leaving me in nothing but my pale-blue panties.
Eli drops my dress on the floor without taking his eyes off me. Then he gently wraps his hands around my biceps and pulls me closer, lowering his forehead to mine.
I love when he does that. It makes me feel closer to him. I love how his breathing is heavier and his mouth is parted. I love the way he’s staring into my eyes.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he whispers.
I bite into my bottom lip, not knowing how to take a compliment. No one has ever said something like that to me. How could they? I’ve never given anyone a chance to do so. I never even look men in the eye for any longer than absolutely necessary.
But Eli… I’ll look him in the eyes for the rest of my life if he’ll let me.
He holds me back several inches and lets his gaze scan down my body and back up. After taking a deep breath, he lowers his hands to my panties and eases them down my legs, helping me out of them.
I feel like I’ve stepped into the middle of a romance novel when he holds my hips, drops the top of his head to my tummy, and inhales deeply.
His face is inches from my pussy. He can see everything.
I have no secrets from him now. Well, a few I guess.
He has yet to spread my legs and look directly at my folds, but I have no doubt that’s coming.
When he guides me back several more inches and then lowers his face to reverently kiss the top of my pussy, I gasp.
He finally lifts his gaze. “When did you start shaving, sweet girl?”
My breath hitches. It never occurred to me he might not like it. I can’t read his expression or his tone. I lick my lips. “When I started wearing diapers,” I murmur. It’s been years. It’s just something I do.
He gives me a slow smile. “My girl is so smart.”
Am I? His girl, I mean?
Eli suddenly stands. He lifts me off my feet and sets me on the vanity before parting my legs and dropping down to his knees between my legs. He kisses my inner thighs in a dozen places, inching his way closer to my pussy.
I can’t breathe. This is so unexpected.
By the time he plants a chaste kiss on my folds, I nearly shoot off the counter. But he has me. He’s still holding my thighs open. I’m melting into a pile of goo, and Eli is staring at my pussy.
“Do you use a razor?” he asks, his voice gravelly.
“Y-yes,” I respond, wondering if there’s a wrong answer here. There shouldn’t be. It’s just a fact. I shave my pussy with a razor. A lot of girls do. I know because I’ve researched it online. Not just Littles. Lots of women.
He tips his head back to look up at me. “One day soon you’re going to let me start shaving you.”
I gasp.
He nods. “Think about that, Grace. I’ll have a changing table for you on the island. I’ll expect you to open your knees wide for me and stay very still while I shave your pussy after your baths at night.”
I stare at him, not blinking. I’m too stunned to respond or even inhale properly. My face feels hot.
He doesn’t need a response, though. A few seconds later, looking pleased with himself, he rises to his feet, lifts me off the vanity, and lowers me into the water.
I giggle. The tub is so full it’s about to overflow. That’s how long it took him to undress me and worship me.
Eli quickly turns off the water.
I reach out a hand to grab the bottle of bubble bath, but he takes my wrist and brings it to the edge of the tub. “Not tonight, Baby girl. I’ll let you have bubbles in the future, but tonight I want to be able to see all of you through the water while I wash you.”
White knuckling the sides of the tub, I can only nod.
I should be embarrassed. I’m totally naked, and he’s fully clothed, but I can’t find the will to be anything but mesmerized.
He’s so enamored with me, and I can feel it to my soul.
I feel as pretty as he says I am. I’ve never thought of myself as being particularly sexy or attractive.
Why would I? It’s never mattered before.
Eli carefully removes the bows and hairbands from my pigtails, letting my hair fall around my shoulders. He then sets a hand between my shoulder blades and lowers me back to wet my hair without a word.
Perhaps I’m out of my mind, but I trust him.
If he meant me harm, now’s his chance to drown me.
The thought is absurd, but I’m not the sort of woman people glance twice at.
I should have doubts. Why don’t I? I think I’m just as certain about him as he is about me even though I haven’t voiced my thoughts yet. I’m scared to speak them out loud.
He’s so careful as he washes and rinses my hair and takes his time putting conditioner in it before picking up my pink loofah and pouring soap on it.
He hesitates, meeting my gaze and holding it. Finally he lifts my chin with one finger and kisses me, eyes on mine the entire time. As if it’s no big deal, he lifts my arm and washes from my fingers to my shoulder.
I’m staring at him, still reeling from everything but mostly from that kiss.
It was just a simple meeting of lips, but it was so much more.
It was the sort of kiss I would expect him to stop and give me ten years from now just because.
At least that’s what I would like to think a man I’m with for a decade would do.
I hope he would still take the time to pause, look at me like I’m spun gold, and then kiss me.
After washing my other arm, he leans me forward and does my back before sliding that loofah down between my breasts.
I inhale sharply when he drags the slightly abrasive material over my breasts, rubbing my nipples back and forth until I’m panting. I’m so turned on that he doesn’t have to ask me to part my thighs. I do so automatically in supplication.
Eli finally shifts his attention from my breasts to my feet, moving a bit away from my torso to do so. He washes my toes, tickling me.
His chuckle is sexy, and water splashes out of the tub when he holds my ankle steady to tickle the bottom of my foot.
“Daddy,” I yelp.
All the air is sucked from the room as he jerks his gaze to mine, his eyes wide.
My lips part as I think to apologize. Maybe he wasn’t ready for me to call him Daddy. It just slipped out. I’ve had an imaginary Daddy wash me in this tub before. I’ve said the word while playing in the water, asking him if I could stay in for a few more minutes.
He wasn’t real, though. Eli is real. A real Daddy who’s grinning at me in a way that guarantees he’s not upset. He’s pleased as punch. “Say it again.”
I blush.
He gives my ankle a tug. “Say it or I’ll tickle your foot until you do,” he teases.
I giggle and tug on my foot, but he’s too strong for me.
“Say it, sweet girl. I want to hear it again.”
“Daddy…” I finally relent.
“Precious,” he whispers. His hands are so gentle as he drags the loofah up my leg before switching to the other. All that’s left is my pussy.
For a moment I don’t think he’s going to touch me. He sets the loofah down as though he’s done. I’m rather disappointed. But then he pours the gentle soap on his hand, rubs it in to make a lather, sets one hand on the small of my back, and reaches between my legs with his other.
The moment his fingers touch my folds I nearly pop out of the water. The anticipation has been building since last night when he told me he would give me a bath tonight. I’m so turned on that I’m whimpering. I push my legs wider, silently begging him to keep going.
Eli has been staring through the water, watching as he touches me, but he slowly lifts his head to look me in the eyes. He watches me while he strokes my folds and then circles my clit.
I’m shaking from head to toe. I’ve never been this aroused in my life.
He doesn’t give me release, though. Instead he eases his fingers down lower, past my pussy until he’s rubbing my tight hole. Washing my most intimate place.
My cheeks are pink. I can’t stop them, but I don’t pull away from him.
I like his touch, even there. I’m clear on the fact that some of the items in his regression kit are related to my rectum.
It’s possible nearly all of the rest of the contents of that box are anal.
I can’t stop my embarrassment, but I’m not going to fight him.
If he intends to care for me in every imaginable way, my bottom is going to be part of that.
He comes just short of entering me. I think he considers it, but instead, he simply applies pressure to my tight rosebud before easing away. His hand comes to my thigh, and he kisses me again. “Thank you for trusting me, Grace,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Thank you for washing me, Daddy,” I respond just as softly.