Chapter 16
Simone
I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience. Even though I’ve been living here just over a week, we entered new territory yesterday.
Camden has been dominating me the entire time I’ve been here. He’s even been Daddying me. But not to this extent. Not every waking moment. Plus, we’ve had sex, and I’m still tingling all over from how amazing it was.
I feel lighter. I’ve been grieving and processing and feeling sorry for myself since my attack. Master Quinten helped me get out of my funk, mostly by suggesting we move on. Bless him. I assume I will still retreat into my head and go all introverted occasionally, but hopefully not as frequently.
I’m skipping as we enter the kitchen, and I giggle when I see that Daddy has added a booster seat to my chair. He even lifts me to sit me in it and then uses a strap to secure me around the waist as if I might otherwise fall off.
When he’s done, he adds a tray and kisses my forehead. “How does that feel?”
I squeeze my legs together. My panties are soaked. They were already wet, but now they’re drenched . How do I express what I’m feeling? “Good,” I finally murmur.
He laughs. “For a Little girl who spent the last four years babbling nonstop every time she entered my office, all you have to say about the booster seat is good ?”
I bite my lip and nod. I’m trying not to pant, but it seems like I can’t get enough oxygen to my brain.
Daddy bends down and sets his hands on my knees. “Spread your legs, naughty girl. This is not sexy time.”
My face heats. It embarrasses me when he reprimands me about my arousal. It embarrasses me that he realizes I’m aroused. I think my Little is a bit more sensitive than my adult as well as being shier. Interesting.
I part my knees, but I’m trembling.
“Do you need something to hold between them? Or do you want to risk me punishing you when I catch you trying to relieve the pressure against your naughty pussy?”
Are my cheeks red? I’m going to go with yes since he strokes them with his thumbs.
He lifts a brow.
I lick my suddenly very dry lips. “I don’t know, Daddy.”
“Fair enough. I’ll give you an opportunity to keep your legs open. If you fail, I’ll remind you in whatever way I decide. Then we can try putting a ball between your legs. How does that sound?”
“Okay.”
“Good girl.” He cups my chin, kisses me on the lips, and turns toward the stove.
I’m reeling from our interaction and the way he just kissed me. I love that we’ve moved into this new dynamic where he’s going to kiss me on the mouth periodically. I love it when he kisses me.
“Would you like to color while I cook, Little one?”
“Yes please, Sir.”
He opens a drawer next to the fridge. I already knew he had colored pencils and paper in there, but this time, he pulls out three coloring books and some crayons.
I’m giddy as he hands them to me. “Thank you, Daddy.” I think age play is going to be much more fun with an actual Daddy guiding me.
I’ve spent the last six years playing alone.
I was sixteen and in high school when I first realized I was Little.
I hid that side of myself from my parents as best I could for as long as I could, but when no one was looking, I pulled out my secret stash of supplies and let myself regress in my bedroom.
When I moved to Seattle, I still kept myself mostly closeted. I joined Surrender during my freshman year, but I didn’t go often because I didn’t want anyone to question me about it. The last three years have been blissful as I’ve explored and let myself be authentic in my apartment.
I told myself it didn’t matter that I didn’t have a Daddy.
I pretended that I did. I made up every kind of scenario.
I even did naughty things to get in trouble, and my pretend Daddy—who was always Camden—would spank me.
I had no frame of reference, though. Today is my first full day being his Little girl, and so far, I’m so happy I could squeal.
Daddy sets a sippy cup on the tray next to the picture I’ve chosen. “I have a question.”
I lift my gaze. “What?”
“Why didn’t you ever scene with a Dom at Surrender and let someone spank you? You’ve been curious about this for a long time.”
I shrug as if it’s no big deal and look back down. “They weren’t you.”
His breath hitches, and he doesn’t move from in front of me.
Suddenly, he grabs both my pigtails, tucks them behind my head in one hand, and pulls them hard enough that I tip my head way back.
His lips are on mine before I can process his intention.
This isn’t a tiny peck. He kisses the sense out of me, devouring me.
I’m breathing heavily when he releases me. He’s still holding my hair. He’s panting. “I’ll never get enough kisses from you.”
I swallow.
“Does it bother you for me to kiss you while you’re in Little space?”
“No, Sir.” I haven’t thought about it from that angle. I just know I like it when he kisses me. A lot.
“You’re sure? Some Littles don’t like to mix sexy times with their age play. I’ll understand if you decide you feel that way.”
“I like it when you kiss me, Daddy.”
He smiles. “Okay. Let me know if you change your mind. You’re always allowed to change your mind, Little one.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Now, stop looking cute and color me a picture for the fridge while I cook. I can’t focus with you being over here looking cute.”
I giggle.
He gives my hair a tug. His other hand is suddenly on my breast, and before I know it, he’s pinching my nipple again.
“Ouch.”
“Legs, naughty girl.”
I jerk them apart. I hadn’t realized I’d clenched them again. Shoot.
“Those nipples are going to get awfully sore if you can’t keep your legs open.”
I lift a hand, thinking of rubbing my offended bud.
He grabs my wrists. “Were you going to touch yourself, naughty girl?”
My face heats. “No, Sir.”
“Try again, Simone.”
“I mean, I wasn’t thinking. I wouldn’t have if I’d been thinking clearly.”
“Would you like a ball to hold between your legs now?”
I sigh. “Yes, Sir.” It seems like I better go for the ball. As naughty as I’m going to feel holding it, I do not think I want my tit pinched many more times this morning. They’re getting sore.
“Good choice.” Daddy heads toward the mudroom and returns a moment later, holding a pink rubber ball. It’s almost the size of a basketball, and I inhale deeply when he places it between my legs. “Grip it between your knees, Simone.”
“Yes, Sir.”
It’s hard to color with him being all sexy while he cooks.
He thinks I’m cute and it’s distracting.
Well, I think he’s all Daddy sexy, and that’s distracting, too.
I try to focus on the page in front of me, but he’s wearing those jeans, all low on his hips.
And that T-shirt, all tight so his muscles bulge out.
Before I basically moved into this house, I never saw Professor Arnalt in jeans. And yes, that’s who he was—buttoned up, professional, suits and khakis, ties and bowties, dress shirts, loafers and dress shoes… That’s Professor Arnalt at the university.
This man— my Daddy —wears jeans at home.
He still looks sophisticated because he’s not capable of looking any other way, but he also looks delicious.
Both sides of him are equally yummy, but the man cooking me breakfast with bare feet and low-hanging jeans who fucked me senseless last night is my current favorite version of Camden Arnalt.
It’s hard to keep the ball between my thighs. I have to clench it to some extent or it will fall on the floor. Daddy didn’t say what the penalty was for dropping the ball. My stomach muscles are going to get very defined if I have to do this repeatedly.
It’s like a giant circle with no end. Staring at Daddy reminds me of my pussy—which is leaking.
My pussy reminds me to clench the ball. Squeezing the ball makes me so horny that my nipples are hard.
Looking at my breasts covered by nothing but the cotton dress causes me to jerk my attention to Daddy, wondering if he’s seeing my hard tits.
Yep. It’s a giant circle. And he is looking, which makes my cheeks heat.
He chuckles as he approaches with two plates of food. “Are you angry with the purple crayon, Baby girl?”
I frown. “No.” What is he talking about?
He points toward my hand. “You’re gripping it hard enough to snap it in half. And you didn’t make a single mark on the picture the entire time I was cooking. You were too busy staring at my ass.” His voice is teasing, but I wince at being called out.
I shrug. “It’s a nice ass, Daddy.”
He sets the plates on the table before reaching out and pinching one of my nipples.
I yelp. “Daddy…”
“I really like this idea of you not wearing a bra. It’s convenient.”
I hold my hands over my boobs, not touching them, but just barely. There’s about one inch between my palms and my tits. “Daddy, that hurts.”
“But it’s effective. Soon, you won’t use naughty words at all.” He sits in the chair next to mine, reaches over the ball, and strokes his fingers across the wet gusset of my panties. “Except you like it when I tweak your nipples.”
I groan. I do. What’s wrong with me?
He kisses me. “My little pain slut.”
“Daddy…”
“What? It’s true. It’s not a bad thing. It’s just a fact.” He leaves me wet and bothered as he removes my crayons and coloring book and replaces them with a plastic divided plate and a chubby spork.
I giggle. “Natasha has plates like this.”
“I bet she does. But you’re not Natasha, remember?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You don’t have to like the same things she does. If you enjoy booster seats and toddler dishes, I’ll spoil you with both. If they feel too young for you, we won’t use them.”
“I like them. Edith gives them to us when I eat at their house.”
“Ah, right. Edith is a good woman. Are you wondering why I don’t have staff?”
I shake my head. “No. I never thought about it.” I give him an evil grin. “Because you’re not Jameson.”
He laughs. “Touché. I’m not Jameson. I will tell you, however, it’s not because I can’t afford staff.
I could. I just don’t like people fussing around me all the time.
I have someone come in to clean twice a week, but I gave her this month off so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable while we’re figuring things out.
When she comes, she usually leaves me plenty of meals for the week.
Luckily for you, I can cook, or we would have starved by now,” he jokes.
“You gave her the month off?”
“Yes, Baby girl.”
“Doesn’t she need the money?”
He chuckles. “I’m still paying her, Simone. I’m not an ogre.”
“Oh.” No, he’s definitely not an ogre. He’s the bestest man I’ve ever met. It makes me choke up to know that he put his cleaning person on furlough for an entire month because of me and that he is still paying her.
He points toward my food. “Eat, Little one. I think I should call Jameson and invite them over. They could go by your place and pick up some of your things, bring them here, and stay for dinner. How does that sound?”
“I love it. Thank you, Daddy.”
He lifts my chin with a finger. “You’re sure? It’s not too soon? We only entered into this new territory yesterday. If you’d rather wait a while…”
I shake my head. “No, Daddy. I miss Natasha. I don’t care if she sees me being Little. I’m mostly Little when I’m at her house anyway. You just weren’t ever there to witness it.”
He nods. “Yeah. That was painful to me, Little one. I hated it when I knew you were there, laughing and having fun and I wasn’t with you.”
I grab his hand. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t say that to make you feel bad.”
“I know you didn’t, baby. It’s okay. We’re together now, which is what matters. When we see the two of them, we’ll be double-dating from now on.”
I scrunch up my nose. “Much better than me being a third wheel.”
He laughs. “I’m sure Jameson never minded.”
“He didn’t. But this will be so much better. Do you think they’ll be able to come?”
“I’ll call Jameson right after breakfast.”