Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Sam
Four days. Four days she’d had a Daddy, and they had been four of the best days of her life.
Dylan had spent every second of their time together making her feel like the most special Little girl in the world, even when he was at work.
When they were apart, he texted her to check in, to make sure she was drinking her water, that she ate lunch.
And when they were together, he let her spend as much time in her Little space as she wanted.
There’d been movies and tea parties with her stuffies and more than one spanking, especially the day she’d gotten super busy at work and forgotten to drink any water at all. The memory of how thoroughly he’d paddled her with her own hairbrush still had her bottom clenching two days later.
But the one thing he hadn’t done yet, was fuck her. No matter how many hints she dropped, how little clothing she wore around the house, he hadn’t made any more moves in that direction.
She was starting to get a bit of a complex about it, if she was being honest.
But since it was Saturday and they had absolutely zero plans, maybe today was the day. Maybe she’d slip into something sexy and sneak into his bedroom and…
Her daydream was interrupted by a knock at her door. “Sam? You awake, baby?”
Need pulsed through her as she pushed up in her bed, frantically trying to smooth her hair into something reasonably attractive. “Yup. Come in.”
The bedroom door swung open, and Dylan filled the doorway, a wide grin stretched across his face and his eyes glittering with excitement. “Time to get up and get dressed. Daddy’s got a surprise for you.”
That needy ache between her thighs only worsened as she watched him cross the room to her closet. “What kind of surprise?”
Glancing over his shoulder, he pinned her with a look that did nothing to ease that ache. “The kind that only good girls who listen to their Daddies get. Go take a shower and I’ll pick out something for you to wear. Do you have a suitcase?”
“Why would I need a suitcase?”
“Because we won’t be coming home tonight.”
Annoyance pricked at her, smothering the lust she’d awoken to. “Would you please stop being so freaking vague about shit and just answer the question?”
The second the words slipped past her lips, she knew she was in trouble. And that instinct was only confirmed when his entire body tensed before he slowly turned, one eyebrow raised in a look that was so utterly Daddy, she nearly whimpered.
Standing in front of her closet, he crossed his arms, and her stomach twisted at the stern expression on his face. “You have about ten seconds to convince me you don’t need your mouth washed out with soap and your bottom paddled red, little girl.”
And just like that, she was a Little girl, squirming uncomfortably under her Daddy’s stern glare. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have cussed at you like that. I’m really, really sorry, Daddy.”
Everything about him softened at the use of his title, but he didn’t move. “Apology accepted. But clearly you’re upset about something. What’s wrong?”
“I just wanna know where we’re going.”
The corners of his mouth dipped down, the way they did when he was thinking something over.
“Atlanta,” he said at length. “I got us tickets to the aquarium, and World of Coke, and a hotel for the night. Figured we’d have a fun day, then a nice dinner and not have to worry about driving home super tired. Something for Little Sam and Big Sam.”
“Oh.” Her heart tripped in her chest. “That’s… incredibly thoughtful. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Tilting his head to the side, he studied her, and she had to fight the urge to squirm under his gaze. “Do you not like being surprised with stuff like this?”
“Um, I don’t know. I’ve never… Nobody’s really ever done it before.”
“I see.” Finally uncrossing his arms, he ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry I didn’t check with you first, to see if you’d enjoy the surprise. I made an assumption, and I shouldn’t have.”
For a moment, all she could do was blink at him. “You’re apologizing to me?”
“Yes, baby. I should have communicated more clearly, and I didn’t, and it obviously upset you. That’s on me. Forgive me?”
“You don’t need to apologize. I'm the one who should be apologizing for being such a bitch about it.”
Again he raised that damn brow and she had to fight the urge to squirm under his gaze. “I’m starting to think you want your mouth washed out.”
“No, but I deserve it. I’m really sorry, Daddy.”
Stepping closer, he gripped her chin between his fingers, forcing her head back. “Who decides when my babygirl deserves to be punished?”
“Um… you do?”
“That’s right. So if I decide you deserve some leniency because you were clearly upset, what should your response be?”
“I don’t really know.” Nobody had ever offered to just let something go after a fight before, and she wasn’t entirely certain what to do about it.
“You say ‘Thank you, Daddy’ and then you do as Daddy says and get that cute bottom in the shower before Daddy changes his mind.”
Well, who was she to argue with not getting the punishment she clearly deserved? “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Good girl. You get in the shower and Daddy will pack a bag for the both of us and find you something to wear today.”
“You’re going to pick out my clothes?”
Her stomach fluttered at the amused look he sent her way. “Unless that’s a hard limit for you, yes, yes I am.”
“It’s not a limit, really. But, um, some of the stuff in my closet might not fit.”
“Why do you have clothes that don’t fit?”
“In case I ever lose the extra fifty pounds I’m carting around with me.”
Dropping his hand to the mattress, he caged her in, his lips grazing hers as he chuckled. “I feel like I’m supposed to tell you that I’ll love your body no matter what, but I’d be lying if I said I don’t really fucking love the way you look right now, baby.”
Liar. He had to be, right? No man actually wanted a woman as overweight as she was. They might tolerate it, find her sexy despite it, but they sure as fuck didn’t enjoy it.
But looking in his eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to call him on his bullshit. Because if he was lying, he was doing a damn good job of hiding his true feelings.
“You don’t have to believe me,” he said, as if he could read her mind.
Which she was starting to think he actually might be able to do.
“But it’s true. So how about this. You go take a nice long shower, do whatever mystical things women do when they’re ready to spend the night with a man for the first time.
I’ll lay out some options I like and you can pick what you like best. Sound good? ”
She was still so caught up on him insisting he loved her body exactly as it was that she almost missed the true meaning behind his words. “When you say spend the night…”
“Yeah, baby. I’m going to spend the day spoiling the hell out of you. And when it’s all over, we’re going to go back to our hotel room and Daddy’s finally going to fuck you the way you’ve been silently begging me to all week.”
Dylan
“River puppies!”
Squealing with excitement for the millionth time in the twenty minutes or so they’d been in the aquarium, Sam dropped his hand and raced forward, standing up on her tiptoes and craning her neck to try and see over the crowd gathered in front of the otter exhibit.
God, she was adorable. Even more so than he remembered from their trip to the aquarium in Baltimore. Or maybe it was just because now she was his and everything just hit harder knowing that.
Stepping up behind her, he slid his arms around her waist, holding her close as the people in front of them moved on to the next exhibit, giving them a clear view of the playful otters. “Look, baby, those two are holding hands.”
A soft gasp slipped past her lips as she all but melted in his arms. “They are. Oh, they’re so precious. I love them so much.”
“As much as the sharks?” he teased with a low laugh.
“Not even close.”
Thank god. While he’d mostly been teasing her, he’d also needed to assuage his own worry that he’d chosen the right “extracurricular” activity for their visit.
If he could, he would have paid for her to do every single encounter available, but not only was that well out of his budget, there wasn’t enough time in the day for everything.
So he’d had to choose, and when she’d sighed over the otters he’d had a moment of panic that he’d chosen wrong.
But no. His babygirl still loved sharks as much as he remembered, and he had no doubt she was going to lose her absolute mind when he revealed his surprise.
Eventually she’d had enough of the otters and they moved on, making their way slowly through the crowd, one exhibit and then the next.
The octopus was another favorite, with Sam standing in front of the tank for what seemed like hours just staring up at the graceful crawling of its massive limbs, awe stamped all over her stunning face.
If he hadn’t already known he was in love with her, that moment would have sealed the deal.
Around noon, he started guiding her toward the stairs so they could make their way up to the food court, which took nearly a half-hour because she kept stopping to squeal over some new discovery.
“But I wanna go through the shark exhibit,” she whined as they climbed up to the second floor.
“And we will. After we have lunch.”
“I’m not hungry.”
He hadn’t been a Daddy very long, but every instinct he had was telling him she actually was quite hungry and that was part of why she was whining so much. But those same instincts were also telling him that pointing out such things would only lead to her digging in her heels.
So instead he swung their clasped hands between them, keeping the mood light and teasing. “Well, I am hungry. You don’t want Daddy to starve to death right here in the aquarium, do you? What if they feed me to the sharks?”
As he’d expected, her eyes went round and she let out a shocked gasp. “They wouldn’t!”
“You don’t know,” he said as somberly as he could manage when everything in him was fighting not to laugh. “They might. I bet it’s in the fine print on your ticket and everything.”
By then they’d reached the line for the food court and she stopped, tilting her head to the side, a calculating gleam in her eye. “Do you think they’d let me watch?”
At that, he lost the battle with his laughter. “Bloodthirsty little brat.”
She grinned. “I’m just saying, I’ve always wanted to feed the sharks. It’s not my fault if you give me the perfect opportunity.”
“Uh-huh. Well, for now you’re going to have to settle for letting me feed you. What do you want to eat, brat?”
Turning, she studied the menu for a moment before glancing back up at him, that calculating gleam in her eyes again. “I want ice cream.”
So his babygirl wanted to test him. That was fine. “You can have ice cream if you eat some real food first.”
“Ice cream is real food. Dairy is one of the most important food groups.”
“Something substantial, with some kind of protein. Then you can have ice cream if you’re a good girl and don’t pout about it.”
Eyes narrowing, she firmed her chin, looking every bit like a Little girl about to have a tantrum. “I don’t want protein. I want ice cream.”
Leaning down, he dropped his voice so only she could hear him. “It seems to me that what you really want is for Daddy to take you to one of those family bathrooms, pull your pants and panties down and spank your bare bottom. Is that what you want, little girl?”
“N-no, Daddy,” she whispered back, her cheeks flaming bright red.
“Then I suggest you stop arguing with me before you end up eating lunch on a red-hot bottom and you lose out on any treats for the rest of the day. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek before straightening again. “Now, what do you want to eat?”
“Um. Chicken tenders, please.” Still blushing hotly, she peeked up at him through her lashes. “I’m sorry.”
Poor thing, she looked and sounded so damn sad he couldn’t help but feel the sting of guilt for coming down on her so hard. “It’s okay, baby. I’m not mad.”
“It’s not okay. I was being a brat for no reason.”
“You were being a brat because you wanted to see what would happen. And that’s perfectly okay.”
Surprise had her eyes going round as she stared up at him. “It is?”
“Yes, baby, it is. Little girls need to push boundaries so they know where the lines are drawn. And now you know, don’t you?”
The blush that had mostly faded came rushing back to her cheeks. “Yes, Sir.”
Again came that little prickle of guilt. She was a good girl so much of the time, he hated having to scold her, especially when she looked so miserable afterward.
Giving her hand a tug, he turned her to face him. “Would you like to know the real reason we’re at the aquarium today?”
Curiosity filled her eyes, banishing the lingering sadness. “I assumed we were here to see the fishes. Is that not the case?”
“Well, yes and no. I added a little something extra onto our tickets.”
“What kind of something extra?”
“After lunch, we’re going to go back downstairs. And you’re going to get to swim with a shark.”