Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Dylan
The trust she had in him was humbling, more than he’d expected it to be.
Although he’d played with a few Littles so he could learn about what it meant to be a Daddy, he’d never actually been anyone’s Daddy.
And he could see now he’d been completely unprepared for the weight that kind of responsibility would bring with it.
“Thank you for trusting me with your space, babygirl. Will you show Daddy where you keep your jammies?”
“Okay!” With a pep in her step he’d never seen before, Sam grabbed his hand and all but dragged him toward her playroom. Beneath the hem of her dress shirt, her round, pink bottom bounced and he had to bite back a groan at the sight.
He watched as she picked up one of the many potted plants scattered around her house and removed a key from the false bottom.
Clever girl.
Key in hand, she led the way to her “office” and unlocked the door.
Even though he’d seen the room before, it had only been a glimpse. Once he’d realized the room was not, in fact, her office and that she wasn’t inside, he’d quickly closed the door and despite his rampant curiosity he’d never ventured back inside.
Now, though, he was free to look around. And what he saw was as impressive as it was adorable.
The walls were painted a pale peachy sort of color that reminded him of her. Happy, but with a calming presence at the same time. In one corner of the room was a daybed, and he had to swallow a laugh when he realized the teal comforter was barely visible beneath the pile of stuffies.
Toys were scattered everywhere, and unlike the rest of the house, this room was pure Little girl chaos. Something about that tugged at his heart, like he was finally getting a glimpse at the real Samantha Fleming and not just the polished, motherly version he’d gotten all these years.
Crossing the room to the bed, he picked up a stuffed octopus and grinned. “Is this the one I bought for you at the aquarium?”
Pink slashed across Sam’s cheeks as she nodded, her fingers twisting in her half-open dress shirt. “Uh-huh.”
“I thought maybe you didn’t like it, since I never saw it again. But you were just keeping him safe in your playroom, huh, babygirl?”
The color in her cheeks spread, and darkened. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Who’s your favorite?” he asked, gesturing to the pile beside him.
“Daddy, shh!” Eyes wide with what could only be described as horror, she hurried across the room and scooped up a rainbow-colored bear, holding him close to her chest. “They’ll hear you! You’re not ‘posed to have favorites.”
Jesus, she was adorable. He’d always found her cute, or sexy depending on the moment. But Sam in her Little space was quite possible the most adorable fucking thing he’d ever seen.
“I’m sorry, baby. Of course you don’t have a favorite. Let me rephrase that. Who do you want to bring with us to watch a movie?”
“Oh. Umm.” Still clutching the rainbow bear, she ran her gaze over the mountain of stuffies. “I should probably bring Doc Ock since you bought him for me.”
“Doc Ock? As in Doctor Octopus? Like from Spiderman?”
“Yes.” Her chin jerked up, defiance flashing in her eyes. “Girls can like superheroes too.”
“Of course they can. I just didn’t know that about you. Maybe we can have an Avengers movie marathon sometime soon.”
“Really?”
“Of course, baby. Now, who do you really want to bring with you? And don’t say Doc Ock just because you don’t want to hurt my feelings. I want you to bring whoever you want to bring.”
She looked up at him, her chin firming in a way he recognized as her getting ready to dig her heels in. “Then I want Doc Ock.”
“Samantha.” He let his voice drop, putting as much “Stern Daddy” as he could into the words despite how fucking adorable she looked. “Are you being honest with Daddy right now?”
It had been exactly the right tack to take, judging by the way her eyes immediately lowered and her shoulders hunched slightly forward. “No, Daddy.”
“Then tell the truth. Who do you want to bring with you to watch a movie?”
“Can I bring more than one friend?”
There was such hope in her voice, he didn’t have the heart to tell her no. “How about three friends for now, and when we have our movie marathon you can have as many friends as you want.”
Sam sighed, and again he was forced to swallow a laugh at the sheer drama in the sound. “Okay,” she said, drawing the word out for several long seconds. “Then, um, I really do want Doc Ock. And Roy.” She held up the rainbow bear. “And, ummm, can I bring Mr. Snuffles? He’s kinda big.”
Glancing over at a teddy bear nearly as tall as his Little girl, Dylan grinned. “I assume this is Mr. Snuffles?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Mr. Snuffles makes three, then. But first we need to get you changed into some pajamas. Where are those?”
“I can get them.”
He hesitated, unsure of how hard he should push. But he’d always believed in beginning as you meant to go on, and right now that meant being her Daddy in every possible way. “Tell Daddy where they are, baby.”
Again her chin firmed, and he braced himself for an argument. But then she sighed and pointed to a tall dresser along the far wall of her room. “Third drawer down. But I wanna pick them out!”
“All right,” he agreed with a laugh. With the octopus in one hand, he led her over to the dresser and pulled open the third drawer, revealing several colorful sets of pajamas he’d never seen her wear before.
Usually she slept in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts.
Which he didn’t mind, at all, but he couldn’t wait to see her in her Little girl pajamas.
“Which ones do you want to wear tonight?”
“Ummm. Unicorns!”
Reaching into the drawer, he pulled out a pair of light pink pajamas dotted with singing and dancing unicorns.
It took him some cajoling to get her to part with the teddy bear long enough for him to change her clothes, but eventually he managed to get her into the pajamas.
When she was dressed, he gave her the teddy again and stepped back to take her in.
“You are the cutest thing I have ever seen, Sammie.”
A pretty blush stole across her cheeks. “Nobody calls me that.”
“Good. Then it’s a nickname just for Daddy. Let’s get your friends and get you settled on the couch and then Daddy will order us some dinner.”
At the mention of dinner, her expression shifted, worry clouding her eyes. “I should buy dinner. I know the internship doesn’t really pay that well.”
“That’s very sweet of you to offer, baby, but don’t worry about it. Daddy will take care of it.”
Everything about her shifted, hardened slightly as her Little faded into the background once more and she stepped back into her role as his best friend’s mother. “No, Dylan. The whole point of you staying here was so you could save money. You can’t do that if you’re wasting it on me all the time.”
Stepping forward, he deliberately closed the distance between them, crowding her so she was forced to look up at him even before he captured her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “What is my name, Samantha?”
Her eyes, which had gone wide when he’d moved in, narrowed. “Your name is Dylan. Your title is Daddy. But I’m not Little right now, so you’re Dylan.”
“Think again, Little girl. Whether you are in Little space or not, you are always my babygirl. Which means I am always Daddy. Am I making myself clear?”
“But—”
Tightening his hold on her chin, he forced her head even further back, secretly delighting in the sharp intake of her breath, the awareness creeping into her eyes. “Am. I. Clear?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Dipping his head, he captured her pouty lips in a slow, sweet kiss. “Now, you are going to go sit on that couch while I order dinner. One more argument out of you and I’ll have to assume I didn’t do a thorough enough job of spanking you earlier. Go.”
When he released her, she paused, clearly torn between what she felt was right and obeying him. Taking hold of her arm, he turned her to the side and landed a half- dozen sharp spanks to her unicorn-covered bottom.
“Couch. Now.”
This time when he released her, she hurried away, back toward the living room. Satisfied she’d follow his instructions, he grabbed Doc Ock and Mr. Snuffles and carried them out to the couch, where he found his babygirl curled up with Roy cradled in her arms.
“Thank you for listening, baby.” Tucking the other stuffies into the spaces on either side of her, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Go ahead and find us a movie to watch, whatever you want, and I’ll get dinner ordered.”
She looked up at him, and for a moment he thought she was going to argue again, but then she sighed and nodded.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Sam
This was… weird.
Not just being Little in front of someone else, which was a whole experience in and of itself. But being taken care of. Having someone dress her, and tell her what to do, and take care of things like dinner.
It still grated that he wouldn’t let her pay, and once she was “Big” again, she had every intention of sitting him down to talk about it.
Because to her, being Little didn’t mean she couldn’t take care of herself.
She was a grown-ass woman with a well-paying job and she could damn well buy her own dinner.
If this was some macho, “I Daddy, You Little” bullshit, they were going to fight.
But just then, her Little side was winning out over her Big side, and her Little was all about letting Daddy handle everything. So even though she was still irritated with him about it, she settled herself on the couch and grabbed the remote.
And as she scrolled through the movies on her various apps, curiosity got the better of her. How deep into this whole “Daddy” thing was he willing to go?
Time to find out.
By the time he returned, she had the movie up and ready to play. Dylan settled on the couch beside her, looked at the screen, and frowned.
“This isn’t going to work.”
Ha. Knew it.
But instead of taking the remote from her as she’d expected, he plucked Doc Ock from between them and scooted closer so he could drape his arm around her shoulder. “There,” he declared triumphantly before pressing a kiss to her temple. “Much better. Ready for our movie?”
“Really?” Surprised, and more than a little suspicious, she stared up at him. “You’re just going to let me watch a My Little Pony movie?”
His brows drew together in clear confusion.
“Why shouldn’t I? Wait.” With an exaggerated narrowing of his eyes, he leaned in, as if searching her face for some sign of misdirection.
“This isn’t one of those things that looks like a fun, harmless children’s movie but it’s actually full of like, bad language and fuzzy woodland animals dying bloody deaths, is it? ”
Horror filled her at the thought of any of her beloved animated friends coming to harm. “No! Why would I want to watch something like that?”
“I don’t know! You’re the one who asked if I was going to let you watch it, like you were getting away with something naughty.”
“It’s not naughty, I just…” Suddenly embarrassed, she shook her head, heat infusing her cheeks. “Forget it.”
“Oh no you don’t, little girl. Tell Daddy what’s going on in that brain of yours.”
“Nothing. Let’s just watch the movie.”
Before she could lift the remote again, however, he was dragging her back over his lap with an ease that had butterflies exploding in her stomach. He was a hell of a lot stronger than he looked, unfortunately for her.
“Daddy, no!” Big Samantha disappeared completely, allowing Little Sammie to take the lead again as he tugged her pajama bottoms to her knees. “I don’t wanna ‘nother spanking!”
“Then tell Daddy what’s going on.”
“Nothing’s going on, I just wanna watch my movie!”
She knew it was the wrong answer even before that first stinging swat fell, reigniting the burn from her earlier spanking. Tears blurred her vision as the spanks fell, hard and fast, covering her entire bottom in no time at all.
“Ow, ow, owie, Daddy, I’m sorry!”
To her surprise, that seemed to do the trick. His hand came to rest on her scorched bottom, stroking the heated flesh. “Are you ready to tell me what’s going on, Samantha?”
“It’s nothing bad.” She punctuated the statement with an insulted sniffle. “I was just surprised you’d be okay with watching a kid’s movie with me.”
“Why on earth wouldn’t I be okay with it? If that’s what you want to watch, then that’s what we’ll watch.”
“But it’s silly.”
“Baby, if it makes you happy then it isn’t silly at all.”
Warmth filled her chest as she craned her neck to stare up at him through watery eyes. “Really?”
“Of course, baby. Part of being your Daddy is giving you space to be as Little as you want to be. And if that means watching movies about magical ponies, then that’s what we’ll do.”
Pushing up from his lap, she threw her arms around his neck and squeezed. And tried to ignore the niggling voice of her Big side insisting there had to be a catch somewhere. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You don’t have to thank me, baby.” With a low, wicked chuckle, he wrapped his arms around her. “But now that I have you on my lap, I’m afraid you’re stuck here for the rest of the movie.”
Giggling at his silliness, she dropped her head to his shoulder as he picked up the remote and started the movie.
So far, having a Daddy was everything she’d ever dreamed it would be.
And maybe, if she was lucky, it could stay that way, at least for a little while.