Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Daddy carries me downstairs. I’m balanced on his hip again, but this time a diaper is between my legs, creating a barrier between my pussy and his waist.
As soon as we enter the living room, the doorbell rings, making me stiffen.
Daddy rubs my back. “Don’t worry. It’s just my friend Tate. He’s a Daddy, too, and he’s bringing me some things to borrow while we wait for more supplies to arrive.”
I squirm in his arms as he heads for the front of the house. “Put me down, Daddy,” I whine. I don’t want to see anyone.
Theo hesitates and then turns and heads toward the living room. “Tate would never judge you, Baby girl, but you can sit on the couch while he’s here. How’s that?”
When he settles me in the corner, I pull the T-shirt down to fully cover my diaper, relieved further when Daddy tucks a throw blanket around me.
I huddle under it, shivering from nerves while he leaves the room. Maybe he will just talk to Tate at the door and not bring him into the living room. But no such luck. A few moments later, I hear voices, and they grow louder as the men approach.
As soon as Tate steps into view, I realize I know him. Or at least I’ve seen him before at the Dungeon. There’s no need for me to be embarrassed, but I am anyway.
Tate is a tall man like Theo. His hair is a shade lighter brown. His eyes are green. He has that same kind smile, though, and he flashes it at me now. “Ah, Theo. You didn’t tell me the Little girl you ran into and knocked on her bottom this morning is Layla.”
“Do you two know each other?” Daddy asks.
Tate nods. “Only from the club.” He addresses me next. “You’re usually there with Sophia.”
I nod, dumbstruck by the number of coincidences that have slammed into me today. “Theo didn’t knock me down,” I say softly. Why does he keep taking the blame for my clumsiness? “I ran into him .”
Tate chuckles. “Well, he is a brick wall. I’d avoid doing that again in the future if I were you.” Tate is carrying a large box, and he lowers it to the floor.
Theo is also carrying a similarly giant box. He sets his on top. I’m not sure I want to know what all is in those.
Theo turns to his friend. “Thank you so much for lending us some things. I placed several orders, but this will get us by until everything arrives.”
Tate grins, looking at me. “Your Daddy was wholly unprepared to slam into a Little this morning, but I’m glad you two met. Now that I think about it, you’re perfect for each other.”
My face heats again. I can’t even begin to respond. Is it possible he’s right?
Tate claps his hands together. “Well, I need to get going. I’ll see you both later. Maybe at the Dungeon? Or maybe, you could talk your friend Sophia into going out with me, and we could go on a double date one night.”
Tate is interested in Sophia? I don’t think Sophia knows that. I would never speak for her, though. “Uhhh…”
“Just an idea. Think about it,” Tate says before waving and heading back to the front of the house with Daddy.
Daddy. I have a Daddy?
And Tate wants to double date with Sophia? I wonder where my phone is. I really need to talk to Sophia, but I’m not in the right headspace to do so yet. I don’t have any idea what’s going on with my own life. I couldn’t possibly tell someone else.
As Daddy returns to the living room, I remember where my phone is. “Can you get my cell for me? I think it’s in the bag with my wet clothes. It was in my skirt pocket.”
“Already found it, Little one. It’s plugged into a charger in the kitchen. An envelope with your paycheck was in there, too. I set it on the counter. It’s a bit soggy. It will dry. I put your skirt in the wash. Your blouse was torn at the elbows, though. I didn’t think it was salvageable.”
That doesn’t surprise me. “Thank you.”
Daddy bends down to open one of the boxes. “No screen time today. Doctor’s orders. It’s not good after a concussion. You can use your phone tomorrow if you’re feeling better.” He rummages through the box.
I can’t see inside, but he suddenly finds whatever he was looking for and stands, holding up a pink T-shirt.
“This will fit you much better than my shirt, Baby girl.” He comes to me, pulls the blanket away from where I’ve been hiding, and lifts me by the hips to stand me on the floor.
Daddy sits on the couch where I was just huddled and grabs the hem of my shirt. “Arms up, Little one.”
I gasp as he whisks the shirt away, leaving me naked except for the diaper. I immediately cover my boobies.
Daddy pulls me between his legs, sets his forehead against mine, and says, “I’ve had my fingers in your bottom, and I’m completely familiar with your pretty pussy, too. Do you really need to hide your breasts from me, Layla?”
I swallow.
He slides his hands up to my face, cups my cheeks gently, and kisses me on the lips. It’s not a life-altering, panty-melting kiss. It’s a simple one that promises the rest another time and lays claim to me without words.
He nibbles a path to my ear and playfully nips my earlobe. “Can you lower your arms for me, Baby girl?”
I’m trembling as I release my boobies.
Daddy sets me back a few inches and lowers his gaze to my chest. “Prettiest Little girl I’ve ever seen.” He holds my shoulders as he bends his head down to plant one small kiss on each nipple. It’s so very sweet I almost cry. And then he holds the T-shirt up. “Arms up, Baby girl.”
I lift my arms and let him pull the shirt over my head. The last few minutes were so surreal I’m almost disappointed he’s no longer staring at my chest.
Before I can think further, he sweeps me off the floor again and carries me into the kitchen. He nudges a chair out with one foot and settles me on it, but I immediately cringe when my tailbone hits the hard surface.
“Oops. Sorry, Baby girl.” He lifts me back up and puts me on my feet. “Can you stand here a minute for me?” He sets one of my hands on the back of the chair. “Hold on so you don’t sway.”
I grip the railing even though I don’t need to really. I’m not dizzy. I won’t fall. But I don’t want to be disagreeable, so I do as I’m told.
Daddy hurries from the kitchen and returns a minute later holding a pink seat of some sort in one hand and a pillow from the couch in the other.
I watch as he sets the seat on one of the kitchen chairs and squats down to secure it. It’s a booster seat. It even has a tray, like a highchair.
Daddy gives it a shake and adjusts the straps until he’s satisfied it’s secure before putting the pillow on the seat. “There. That should be nice and soft under your bottom. Shall we try it?”
I nod eagerly. I’m not even the same girl I was this morning. I should be out looking for a new job instead of pretending I’m someone carefree who doesn’t need to work, but it’s impossible to ignore the draw I feel toward Theo. I can’t work or even hunt for a job until my concussion is better anyway, so I might as well enjoy myself.
Daddy lifts me onto the booster and lowers me slowly until I’m fully seated. “Does your bottom hurt, Little one?”
I shake my head. It’s sore, but it’s not as bad as sitting directly on the hard chair. “It’s not too bad.”
“Okay. Let’s get some soup in you and then you can get back in bed where you’ll be more comfortable.” While he speaks, he fastens me to the booster seat with straps around my waist and between my legs. He snaps the tray on next.
I watch with rapt attention as he heads for the fridge to pull out a giant container of soup. He scoops some into a bowl and pops it in the microwave.
“I promise you this is the best chicken noodle soup in the world,” he tells me while it heats. “You’ll feel much better after we warm up your tummy.”
I can do nothing but stare because I still can’t believe this is happening. I seriously think I might be unconscious on the sidewalk still. Maybe I died. Either way, does it matter? I should just go on with the dream because except for the fact that half my body hurts, this is the best dream ever.
Daddy brings the soup over with a rubber toddler spoon. He sits on a chair, facing me, and scoots closer.
When I reach out to take the bowl from him, he gently guides my wrist to the tray. “Let Daddy feed you, Baby girl.”
My heart can’t take much more of his kindness. It’s thudding hard in my chest. If I’m not dead now, I might die from happiness. Can someone die from being too pleased? “Okay, Daddy.”
He scoops up a bite, blows on it, and brings it to my lips.
I open my mouth and let him feed me. A wash of emotions consumes me as he sets the bowl down on the tray and uses his other hand to hold my wrist.
“That’s a good girl. You like it?”
I nod. “It’s so yummy.”
He beams and offers me another bite.
I take it, unable to keep from grinning as I savor the taste. He’s right. It’s the best soup ever. And I love the way he’s holding my hand. Does he know he’s stroking my knuckles, too?
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for you, Little one?” Daddy asks as he continues to feed me.
I shake my head. “How old are you?”
“Forty-five. How old are you, Little one?”
“Thirty.”
“Am I too old for you?” he teases.
I giggle. “No, silly. You’re just right.”
When the bowl is empty, I’m kind of sad, partly because it was so tasty but also because I liked him feeding me.
“You can have more later, Baby girl,” he tells me as he stands and takes the bowl to the sink. “I know your bottom hurts. I think you’d do better with another bottle and then another nap.”
Daddy pulls a bottle out of the fridge next, twists off the lid, and puts it in the microwave for a few seconds. I noticed there were several bottles in there. Apparently he intends to feed me often.
A few hours ago, I was shocked and nervous about taking a bottle. Now I’m eager.
Daddy sets the bottle on the table, tips my chin back, and gently wipes my face with a wet cloth. “There we go.” He removes the tray and unfastens me before lifting me onto his hip again.
After snagging the bottle, he carries me back upstairs.
“I’m too heavy for you to keep carrying me,” I tell him.
He chuckles. “Not even close, Little one. You’re like a feather.” He heads for his own bedroom this time, and I notice there’s an oversized recliner by the window. We fit perfectly in it with me on his lap.
Daddy leans me back in his arms and brings the nipple to my mouth.
I stare at him and hold his forearm while he feeds me. I’m overcome with joy. I want this to be real and long-lasting. For at least today, all my problems have poofed into thin air.
When I first ran into him and landed on my ass, slamming my head onto the sidewalk, I thought my life was over. Not literally. It’s just that I knew in an instant I was going to lose more time working and probably my apartment.
I’m a hard worker, and I’ve managed to scrape by all my adult life. I’ve never been as close to homelessness as I felt this morning. I still don’t know how I will be able to pay the rent next month or the electric bill, but for today, I feel peace.