Chapter 18
Eighteen
Reed
Waking up to the quiet sounds of the rain hitting the windows of the luxurious cabin, I stretched my arms and found Eloise. I shifted, pulling her close to my body, kissing her forehead. She blinked her eyes open.
“Good morning, beautiful girl.”
“Good morning, Sir.”
We were staying in a small town outside of Denver.
Isolated but modern and set on seven acres of property adjacent to a national forest. The four- thousand-plus-square-foot cabin came with all the amenities I could possibly imagine.
The three of us had time to connect on a deeper level without any interruptions.
The agenda: listen to our Daddy and relax.
Cupping her chin, I delved my tongue inside her mouth.
I couldn’t get enough of her. She moaned, pressing herself against my body.
We made out for a while. Peeking around her luscious blond tresses, I saw Kingston still sleeping peacefully.
We left the bedroom quietly, parting long enough to do our morning routines in the oversized bathrooms and then converging in the kitchen.
Eloise had changed into dark teal pajamas that showed off her gorgeous curves.
Her eyes softened as she looked up at me, crinkling at each corner.
For the first time since we met, she gave off a peaceful harmonious vibe.
Suddenly she licked her lips, her eyes dancing with mischief.
I had a funny feeling whatever she was thinking would get us into trouble.
“Uh-oh. You’ve got something naughty brewing in your pretty head. What’s up, lemondrop?”
“Kingston isn’t awake yet. That means we can eat whatever we want for breakfast. Not that he doesn’t spoil us, but he makes us add protein and something relatively healthy to every meal.”
“Just because he’s not awake–”
“Wouldn’t you just love to eat cinnamon buns with extra-gooey icing, chocolate chips, walnuts and a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top? Technically that turns it into a sundae so then you have to add whipped cream over the whole thing.”
“Babygirl…”
“Vanilla ice cream does have a bit of protein,” she added sweetly.
I wanted to argue, but the way she was looking at me gave me pause. The logical part of my brain that held reasoning and decision retreated. My Little headspace, the one I hadn’t explored with anyone but Kingston, peeked out.
Cinnamon roll sundaes!
I shouldn’t deny myself or my girl treats.
“We can have them after dinner tonight,” I suggested. But I wasn’t trying very hard to convince her not to create them.
“I dreamed about eating a delicious bite of warm, gooey, cinnamon-sugar buns with slightly melted ice cream dripping down my spoon. Hey! We can sit on the floor in front of the fireplace and build a blanket fort and watch cartoons. And maybe like… um, if you want to poke through the fun activity bag Daddy packed for us?”
I watched her slip into her Little headspace.
Soon she was dancing around me, grabbing ingredients for the epic breakfast dessert combination she’d been building in her mind.
Kingston wouldn’t actually be mad at either of us for indulging.
Though later on when we were bouncing off the walls, he’d have to rein in our sugar-addled brains.
We might get sent to bed earlier than usual, but maybe not.
He did leave us unsupervised. It was sort of asking for trouble.
I could grow to like this Little inside me.
Eloise set down two large bowls while I put two cinnamon buns in the air fryer.
Setting the timer, I leaned against the counter.
She took each of my hands in hers and swayed from side to side, humming a silly song, her excitement bubbling out between her lips.
Her exuberance revived the parts of me that I hadn’t explored in a while, as well as parts of me that I didn’t know existed.
It was easy to be Little with her. In fact, it was the easiest thing I’d ever done.
Showing that side of me to Kingston had taken a lot of coaxing.
We crafted our colossal confectionary concoctions, adding finishing touches to each other's bowls, then carried them to the living room. Setting up the space took only a few minutes. Flipping on the television we ate our ‘breakfast’ while watching cartoons. I’d had so many concerns initially when Kingston suggested exploring my Little space with Eloise.
But I wanted to do it more often. She embraced my dominant and submissive sides in a way I never would have expected.
Kingston padded out to the kitchen while we were cleaning up our mess from breakfast, looking back and forth between us with a huge, goofy grin on his face.
Eloise jumped up and down. “Good morning, Daddy! How did you sleep? Did you sleep well? Did we wake you up?”
“Whoa, whoa, little girl. Let me have some coffee. How long have you been awake?” Kingston kissed her lips.
“Uh, for a while now. We ate breakfast and we watched television and we were thinking maybe we could play board games later or maybe now or maybe–”
“Hang on, Eli. One thing at a time. What on earth did you eat for breakfast?”
Her eyes darted to mine. Uh-oh. I wasn’t entirely sure how badly sugar affected her, but I knew in a few minutes my own wheels would be spinning and I’d be babbling just as fast.
“You tell better stories than me.” I encouraged her to explain.
Eloise stomped her right foot. “Nuh-uh. You should tell him.”
Kingston pulled her to his side and kissed her temple. “I won’t be mad, princess.”
“I’m not tattling!”
“It’s not tattling when I asked you a question.” He slapped his palm against her upper thighs twice on either side.
“Owie! Ask Reed, Daddy.”
“All right. Please make me a cup of coffee.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She saw that our mugs were also empty and set to refilling them. Once they were fixed, she joined us at the table.
“Thank you, princess. Now, tell me. What did you eat for breakfast?”
His gaze fell on me. I glanced at Eli and back to him.
“Food. I mean of course it was food. Lots of food. Well sorta more like different foods piled on top of each other. There may have been whipped cream.”
“The two of you are conspiring, hm? Don’t you know this doesn’t end well for you, little prince?”
“You’re in trouble, Sir,” Eli whispered.
“No one is in trouble, but someone had better tell Daddy why you think you are.” King cleared his throat then took a long sip from his mug.
“Uh, well we didn’t break any rules but we did load up on some food choices that had a high ratio of sugar to carbs.” Eloise sipped water in between the words.
Kingston observed her movements with interest. “What exactly did you eat for breakfast? I need to know so that the rest of our day is balanced.”
“Cinnamon roll sundaes,” I said nonchalantly as if Eli and I would have eaten that monstrosity on any given Tuesday.
“Well, that’s different,” he deadpanned.
The way his eyes shined made me think he would address our less than stellar choice and ensure better ones for the remainder of our time in Denver.
“Vanilla ice cream has protein in it, Daddy,” I said, tossing out the earlier ‘statistic’ from Eloise.
“Twelve whole grams,” she added smartly.
“Uh-huh.” Kingston shook his head. “No more ice cream for breakfast. Not even on vacation.”
Spying the remote to the small television in the kitchen, I picked it up, pointing at Kingston. After pushing several buttons in a row and having nothing happen I brought it closer to his mouth.
He cocked an eyebrow. “What on earth are you doing, little prince?”
“Changing the channel.”
“You’re doing what now?”
“Maybe it’s a setting instead? Let’s see if this is the button for Nice Daddy who lets us eat whatever we want.”
Eloise giggled until she snorted. “I think you have to pay extra for that program.”
“You’re so lucky that I’m in a good mood. The two of you are officially nicknamed Double Trouble. What else have you gotten into this morning while Daddy was sleeping?”
“Nothing, Daddy! I promise! We were very good. We watched shows and didn’t wake you up.” Eli grinned, her whole face lighting up.
“It does sound like you behaved. For the most part, at least. All right, I would like to explore the small trail today. What do you think?” Kingston leaned forward on his elbows, the muscles in his forearms flexing.
If he kept looking at me like that, my Little mindset would quickly fade. I wanted to taste him, lick every inch of his arms and turn him into a melty pile of bliss the way he did to me.
“A trail, huh? Out in the woods?” I asked, glancing out the large windows showcasing the backyard. “It’s pouring rain.”
“Damn. I’d hoped that it was going to be clear skies today. I guess we’ll have to stick with indoor activities.”
“Can we eat snacks and cuddle on the couch?” Eloise asked sweetly.
“Of course we can, babygirl. I’m going to eat a very boring breakfast to keep my energy at its peak.” He winked.
“You’ll need it, Sir.”
I leaned back against the chair. The three of us seemed genuinely happy for once and I didn’t want to miss a moment. My brat had calmed down but it might be fun to tease him if he was in such a good mood.
“Will I?” Kingston stood up and kissed the two of us before striding to the counter.
“It’s not every day you get to stay inside and play.”
“A relaxing day in front of the fireplace watching shows with my two favorite people. I like it.”
My heart seemed to grow in my chest, fluttering from the ease.
All the tension that had been mounting on me the past few weeks didn’t matter anymore.
Kingston knew how to balance us, and like he promised, my insecurities, especially the doubts I’d held about being dominant enough for Eloise disappeared.
One day into vacation and I was already feeling better than I had in years.