Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
For the first time in five years, I find myself skipping through the next day partly in Little space. It’s hard to extricate myself. I’m so happy; I’m giddy.
Eli put his number in my phone. He even named himself Daddy. He’s been texting me off and on all day. I get butterflies every time.
I manage to work, but the moment I’m off the clock, I bolt for my bedroom and change into a pink dress. Today I give myself two braids just behind my ears.
Eli is at my door at six o’clock. He doesn’t even go into his apartment first. I know because I’m pacing around waiting for him to get home. The moment I open the door, he pulls me into his arms, steps us farther into my apartment, kicks the door closed, and kisses me senseless.
I’m breathless and horny by the time he breaks the kiss. It takes me a moment to realize the entire time he was backing me up all the way into my bedroom. He immediately lifts me off my feet and lowers me onto my bed.
“Hold your dress up, sweet girl.”
I lift it up to my tummy and bite my lip while he removes my panties and diapers me. I’m only slightly bashful about it. We left this particular aspect of regression in the dust last night.
When he stands me on my feet, I blush. Being diapered for the evening is new for me. Doing so in front of Eli is a whole level of monumental.
It’s not until he guides me back into the living room that I notice he dropped a bag inside the front door. He retrieves it and holds it up. “Dinner.”
This is how our days go for the next week. He pounces me when he gets home, changes me out of my panties, and feeds me. Then he goes across the hall and returns with something new every night from the regression box.
The night after the thermometer introduction, he started giving me a daily vitamin, rectally.
He had me lie on my tummy after my bath, rise onto my elbows and knees, and push my bottom out.
He took his time easing the vitamin suppository into me with his lubed finger, stroking the inside of my rectum for several minutes while the pill dissolved.
The next night, he fingered me in that same position but didn’t linger. Instead he put a plug in my bottom and made me wear it all evening.
The following evening, Eli introduced me to anal beads, sliding them in and out until I came from the slightest touch to my clit. Who knew there were so many things he could do to stimulate my tight ring of muscles, teaching me that it can be unbelievably pleasurable?
I’m not fond of glycerin suppositories because no matter how much I might enjoy butt play, pooping myself and letting him change me is embarrassing.
He insists it’s part of life, and I will learn to accept this necessary aspect.
He has also used what he calls a glycerin enema to force me to use my diaper.
A week into our relationship, while he’s giving me a bath, I ask, “When are you going to get naked?”
He shrugs. “Whenever you’re ready.”
I sit upright, drop the boat I was playing with, and twist to face him. “I’m ready.” Is he waiting on me to ask?
He chuckles. “You think so?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
He lifts a brow.
I amend my answer. “Yes, Daddy.”
He rubs his chin, pretending to ponder my request. “I don’t know, Little one. Are you sure?”
I narrow my gaze and boldly splash him with water. I don’t care that his clothes get all wet. I hope they’re soaked and he has to take them off.
“Tsk tsk. Such a naughty girl.”
Suddenly, I stiffen. My lip starts to tremble as a horrible thought occurs to me. “Do you even want to have sex with me?”
His eyes pop wide. He reaches in to remove the stopper in the tub and lifts me out so fast my head is spinning. I’m dripping water all over him as he pulls me between his legs and tips my head back.
“Never ever doubt how badly I want to have sex with you. Once we cross that bridge, there’s no going back. I will fuck you until you scream out in ecstasy every single day as soon as I step through the door.”
His hand comes to my ass as he hauls me even closer, making my breath hitch from the intensity of his gaze.
“I’m head over heels in love with you, Grace.”
I gasp.
He threads a hand in my hair and holds my wet body right where he wants it as he smiles.
“That’s right. Every night I go to bed wondering if I’ll wake up the next day and find out I imagined everything.
It scares me to death. I’m not going to sleep well again until you’re ready to move into my bed and sleep there with me. ”
My jaw drops open. He hasn’t asked me to do any such thing. If he had, I would have consented.
“You have to be all in, Grace. You need to know in your heart that you’re mine forever.
Once I have you, I’ll never give you up.
I’ll never sleep another night without you.
That means you start traveling with me to the island.
It means spending half your time living fully regressed while we’re there.
You’re a very submissive Little girl with a deep propensity to give yourself to me on that level, but you need to be certain. ”
My lips quiver. “You want me to move in with you?” That’s the part I focus on.
He grins broader and kisses me. “More than anything.”
I squirm against him, my nipples rubbing across his dress shirt.
He’s sitting on the chair he hauled into my bathroom the first time he gave me a bath, and I wiggle my body in every direction so that I can climb up onto his lap.
I straddle him and wrap my arms around his neck. Eye-to-eye, I say, “Yes.”
If it’s possible for his smile to grow bigger, it does. “Yeah?”
I nod, loving the way his hands palm my bottom and half my lower back.
Suddenly he kisses all over my face. When his lips come to my ear, he whispers, “You’ll call me Daddy from now on?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I breathe out. I’ve already done so sporadically.
“You’ll go with me to the island next weekend?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I’m excited about visiting both the island and Littleworld. He’s been preparing me all week.
One brow lifts. “There’s still some big items in that box we have not explored. Do you think you can save a few of them for the doctor at the clinic?”
I shudder and bite my lip but nod.
“Words, Little girl.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I trust him as deeply as I possibly can. He’s never done anything to let me down.
He looks around my bathroom before tipping his head back and groaning.
I frown. “What’s wrong?”
“I want to poof us into my apartment just like this. I want you in my bed. Yours is too small. But I don’t feel like putting clothes on you, nor do I relish the idea of carrying you naked across the hall.”
I giggle. “My bed isn’t that small. I bet you can manage for one night.”
He stands, keeping his hands on my ass, and takes quick strides to get to my bedroom.
I’m still dripping wet as he unceremoniously drops me onto the mattress. My hair soaks the sheets. I spin around, crawl toward him, and rise onto my knees.
He’s unbuttoning his shirt with shaky fingers as if he can’t get it off fast enough.
I bat his hands out of the way and take over. “New plan,” I inform him.
He smirks as he cups my ass again. “Is that so?”
“Yes. First we fuck on my bed, then we put enough clothes on to get across the hall and sleep in yours. Mine is soaked. Someone got it all wet.”
“Deal.” He parts my cheeks and teases my tight hole before reaching farther to stroke my folds.
It’s hard to concentrate on his buttons with his fingers between my legs. “Daddy…”
He chuckles. “What?” He finds my clit and rubs it next.
I try to squirm away from his touch, but it’s not possible. He’s bigger than me. Stronger.
“Are you not good with buttons, Baby girl?” he teases.
There are only two left, but I let go of his shirt and let all my weight pull me backward until the shock causes him to release me.
As I fall, I spread my legs. I don’t leave it at that.
I plant my feet wide, reach between my thighs, and open my pussy up so that he’s forced to look at me open, wet, and waiting while he finishes undressing.
“Evil Little girl…”
My plan works, though. I’ve never seen a man strip as quickly as him. Granted, I’ve never seen a man remove his clothes at all. But this is my man, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get him naked.
The air leaves my lungs, and some of the boldness is blown out of my sails when he finally reveals his cock. I kind of want to yank my knees together and crab crawl out of his reach, but I’m not a coward.
Daddy takes his length in his palm and slides his hand up and down the shaft a few times before leaning against the side of the mattress. “Naughty girl…” He grabs my wrists, pulls them away from my core, and drops his head between my legs.
I cry out and fist the sheets at my sides as he sucks my clit. There’s no way to escape him now. He’s naked and determined. In seconds, I’m on the edge, and the moment he thrusts his tongue into my channel, I come.
Panting and unable to catch my breath, I reach for him as the pulses continue. “Eli…” I don’t recognize my voice. It’s not Little, that’s for sure. It’s my adult begging my man to fuck me.
I haven’t used a vibrator since the day he first entered my apartment. I haven’t needed one, but also he’s forbidden me from masturbating without him. Most days I squirm a lot, but I have obeyed him.
Tonight, things have to change. I’m about to find out what it’s like to have my pussy filled by my man instead of an inanimate object.
Eli licks his lips as he lifts his head. His smoldering gaze is on me as he bends to grab his pants from the floor. A second later, he’s tearing into a condom wrapper with his teeth.
I’m mesmerized as he rolls it down his length. My body is shaking from my recent orgasm and nerves.
Finally, finally, he climbs between my legs and drops over me, using his elbows to prop himself up just enough to keep from smashing me. He cups my head with both hands. “You’re mine, Grace.”
“Yours, Eli.”
“Forever.”
“Forever.”
“No takebacks,” he teases.
I roll my eyes.
“Naughty girls who roll their eyes at their Daddy get spanked.”
“Promises, promises.”
He smirks. “Oh, Little one… Your bottom is going to be too sore to sit on tomorrow.”
He’s spoken to me about rules, punishments, and spankings a few times this week, but he has yet to actually swat my bottom. I’m beyond anxious to have that experience, too, but this one—fucking—is where my focus is now.
“How about you make love to me, and then you can spank me?”
“So bossy.”
I lift my hips the scant millimeter I’m capable of. His cock is right at my entrance as if it knows where it belongs. His body is huge and muscular. I want to explore it, and I will. Later. After. I’m eager to ditch my virginity first. Desperate.
Eli’s expression grows serious. “I mean it, Grace. You’ll never spend a night alone after this.”
“I’ll never want to.”
For a moment, it seems like he’s going to make me wait even longer, but suddenly he thrusts forward hard, filling me with his cock.
The air leaves my lungs, and I gasp from the shock of how tight the stretch is. He’s bigger than anything I’ve ever put inside me. The pressure is intense. But after a few seconds, I adjust, and then my greedy body wants more.
I wiggle my hips. “Again.”
He eases partway out and thrusts harder and deeper.
I’m too stunned to comment this time. Nerve endings I didn’t know I had are awakened. My pussy seems to be milking him, drawing on him as if to prevent him from escaping.
I’ve never been more turned on, and it takes everything in me to keep from coming before he’s had a chance to pump more than a few times. I want to savor this moment.
His gaze never leaves mine. His jaw is tight.
I’m confident it’s from holding back, but I really like it when he releases the tension and lets loose.
Thrusting in and out of me, he grinds the base of his shaft against my bare pussy.
“Come around my cock, sweet girl. I want to feel your pussy gripping me.”
I don’t have the capacity to disobey him, especially not when it comes to orgasms. My pussy clenches down tightly on his erection as wave after wave of pure pleasure consumes me.