Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
Gordon
“You think this is the Big House?”
Lori looked from him to the large home illuminated by the lights of the golf cart she and her Daddy were sitting in. “It’s definitely not little.”
Chuckling, Gordon turned off the ignition and climbed out. Jared had told him about the golf carts and he’d thought Lori might like to take a ride in one. He’d been right. His Little girl had been bouncing on her seat, pointing out various places she thought they should go, happy as a lark… until they arrived at their destination. Helping her from the cart, he crouched down and waited until her eyes met his.
“You’re going to be just fine, sweetpea. You’ve already met everyone who is coming except for Sadie. I promise you have nothing to worry about. It’s just dinner with friends.”
“Your friends,” she clarified softly.
Gordon nodded. “That’s right. My friends who want to be your friends as well. And, if Sadie is anything like Jared, Erika, and Luna have said, you will have a brand-new friend as well.” When she still looked a bit uncertain, he squeezed her hands. “Tell you what. If you get uncomfortable, if you feel like you can’t breathe, just let me know. I promise I’ll take you back to the room.”
“But… I-I don’t want them to think you picked a bad girl.”
“Lori, you will never, ever, be a ‘bad’ girl no matter if you live to be a thousand years old. And I promise you nobody else would think that either. These people understand how this might be a bit scary for you. Master Derek created this very Ranch specifically to provide a safe place for people who were frightened, who were hurt, who needed someone who understood how horrid the outside world can be, so I promise no one will judge you or me, or anyone else for that matter.”
“You really think Sadie is nice? And Little like me?”
Gordon smiled and cupped her face in his palms. “Yes, baby, maybe not as Little as you are, but she is Master Derek’s Little girl, just like you are mine. Of course, there is only one sure-fire way to know if I’m right. Do you know what that is?”
His hands slipped from her face when she turned her head to look up at the house. “Go inside and see.”
“That’s right. Is that what you’d like to do?”
Returning her gaze to him, Lori said, “You’re sure they won’t think me rude?”
“I’m positive.”
“Okay, we can go, but if they serve Brussel sprouts, I’m not gonna eat even a teensy bite.”
Gordon’s bark of laughter broke the tension and he bent to kiss her quickly before straightening. “Understood.” Spotting Fauna lying on the golf-cart’s seat, he picked the stuffy up and handed her to Lori. “Fauna can eat them for you.”
Lori giggled and tucked her free hand into his as they walked to the house.
If Gordon had any trepidations about what he’d told his Little about Sadie, they evaporated the moment the front door swung open. A happy squeal of delight was issued by a bouncy brunette, her hair in high pigtails complete with large bows, one purple and one pink.
“Hi! I’m Sadie!” she said, “I’m so glad you’re here! I’ve been waiting like forever to meet you!”
Every sentence ended in a high note and yet Gordon had no doubt of her sincerity. He opened his mouth to introduce himself and Lori, but his Little shocked him by beating him to it.
“I’m Lori. I love your ribbons. Oh, and this is my Daddy, his name is Gordon.”
Speechless, all Gordon could do was watch as the two girls linked hands and began to chatter as if they’d known each other their entire lives rather than less than twenty seconds.
“Wow,” he muttered when he was able to speak.
“Yeah, I get that reaction a lot,” Derek said. “Come on in.”
Gordon did and fully expected to see Lori in the living room where Jared and Erika were seated, but as he looked around, Jared chuckled.
“Littles are sort of like those bubbles they love to blow in your face. One moment they are bouncing around you and you close your eyes to avoid getting soap in them when they pop, but when you open them again, they’ve evaporated into thin air.”
“What Jared is saying so eloquently, is that Sadie has already dragged your Lori away to her room. We’ll see them at dinner. What are you drinking?”
“Scotch?” Gordon said, then realized he sounded a bit unsure of himself.
If Derek noticed, he didn’t mention it, instead, asked, “Neat or on the rocks?”
“Neat.” Accepting the tumbler, he lifted it in salute to his host. “You have no idea the magic your Little just managed.”
Derek chuckled. “I believe I do. That girl has never met a stranger and will defend her friends to the death.”
“Or from Mommies and Daddies if caught participating in one of her famous pranks,” Erika offered.
The four of them enjoyed their cocktails and when a timer buzzed, Derek motioned to the stairs. “Gordon, how about you call the girls down for dinner? It will give you a chance to see for yourself that your Lori is going to be just fine here.”
Appreciating the fact that Derek understood, Gordon set his drink on the counter and climbed the stairs. When he’d reached the landing and still heard not a single peep, despite the assurances he’d given Lori, his anxiety began to creep back. He remained quiet as he walked down the hall to an open doorway. At the threshold, he stood frozen, simply taking in a sight he’d hoped to witness for a very long time.
Lori was sprawled on her tummy, her knees bent, her ankles crossed in the air, the tip of her tongue held between her teeth as she concentrated on performing what appeared to be the removal of the wishbone from the patient. When she held up the tweezers, the small white bone in its grip, the silence was shattered.
“You did it, Dr. Lori!” Sadie squealed, grabbing Lori’s hand and pulling her up so the two could do a very cute, and very uncoordinated happy-dance.
Their giggles were the sweetest sound Gordon had ever heard and when they both shrieked when spying him, he clapped his hands. “Well done, both the surgery and the dance.”
“Daddy, you scared us!”
“I didn’t mean to,” he said sincerely. “I came up to let you know dinner is ready.”
“But it’s Sadie’s turn. She has to remove the heart!” Lori said, pointing at the game.
“That’s okay, we can finish later.”
Gordon was grateful for Sadie’s intervention as he really hated breaking up their party. When Lori still looked doubtful, he said, “Besides, I haven’t heard the helicopter landing yet.”
Both girls looked at each other and then up at him.
“What helicopter?” Lori asked.
“The one bringing the heart for the transplant, of course,” Gordon said. “After all, if you don’t have it before taking out the one that’s damaged–”
“He’s right! We’re gonna need a new heart,” Sadie said.
Instead of pouting, Lori smiled. “There’s one of these games in our room. We can use that heart!”
As the two walked past him and down the stairs, discussing the logistics of procuring said heart and transporting it to the operating table, Gordon looked around the room. It was exactly as one would imagine for the vibrant Little who had befriended Lori. It seemed his Little wasn’t the only one who loved pink and purple. Lilac walls were set off with white furniture. Her bed was round with a thick bolster that curved in an arc to define what he supposed was the head of the bed. On the ceiling above the bed, there was another white circle. Large rays extended from it like sunbeams, though this sun’s center was bright pink. Gauzy curtains edged in purple velveteen hung down, making the room appear ethereal. Pops of purple and pink were everywhere, from the bookends on a desk to the giant letter “S” standing on a shelf. Games and books shared space with stuffies of every kind. It was the perfect room for a woman who truly embraced the Little living inside her body.
“Gordon? Did you get lost?”
The question broke Gordon out of his reflection and he turned to see Jared at the head of the stairs. Grinning, he shook his head. “You were right. I should have brought her here a long time ago.”
“It’s taken you that long to admit I’m right?” Jared said with mock indignation before he turned serious. “Honestly, all that matters is that you’ve brought her. After Barbara, I wasn’t sure you’d ever take another submissive. Being a Daddy suits you.”
Gordon felt a stab of pain. No matter how happy he was to be Lori’s Daddy, he deeply felt the loss of Barbara. But there was nothing he could do about the past and no reason to drag his friend into it. Instead, he slapped Jared on the back. “Being Lori’s Daddy is what kept me sane,” he said as the two men went to join the others.
“Already? We just got here!”
Gordon shook his head. “We’ve been here for hours, sweetpea. Now, thank Master Derek for dinner and perhaps he’ll invite us again.”
“You’re welcome anytime,” Derek said after Lori thanked him and she and Sadie were hugging each other as if Lori was about to take a shuttle to the moon instead of a golf cart to drive the short distance to the lodge.
“Don’t forget, I’ll come get you for breakfast,” Sadie said for at least the fifth time.
“Okay, we’ll be ready, right, Daddy?”
“Yes, Ma’am, I set the alarm on my watch the first time you asked,” Gordon promised as he got her settled on the seat she’d been reluctant to leave only a few hours earlier. He shook his head as Lori and Sadie’s hands waved frantically.
“I find it easier not to fight it. Littles are just, well, Littles,” Derek said as Gordon turned to shake his hand and extend his thanks.
“Thanks for clearing that up,” Gordon said with a wry grin.
“You’re welcome.”
Jared and Erika had already said their goodbyes after making plans to have Gordon and Lori over to their house for dinner another night.
Lori chattered all about the fun she’d had as he made the drive. She was still talking as he unlocked their door and carried her inside. When she paused to take a breath, Gordon said, “So, I’m gathering you like Sadie?”
“Of course I do, Daddy! She’s the best!” Lori said as if shocked he’d even need to ask. When he had her stripped and in a tub full of bubbles, she looked up at him and tilted her head.
“What?” he asked, pausing in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt. “You don’t want Daddy to share your bath?”
“I do,” she assured him. “I’m just thinking, if I had a sister, you wouldn’t have to worry so much about me being lonely.”
Gordon was stunned. But even as he registered his surprise, he recognized he wasn’t all that averse to the suggestion. He finished undressing. “Scootch up,” he said, gesturing for her to move so he could climb in behind her. Once he was seated, he pulled her back to sit between his legs. “I’m pretty sure Master Derek isn’t going to like the idea of us adopting Sadie.”
“Silly Daddy. Of course not, and Sadie would be as sad as I was when Auntie B left if she didn’t have her Daddy. But maybe there is another Little who needs a Daddy. Like I needed you.”
He bent to kiss the top of her head before running a finger through her curls. “No more than I needed you, sweetpea.”
Lori turned, ignoring the splash of water that sloshed over the edge of the tub while doing so. Crawling onto his lap, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Playing with Sadie was so much fun. She said there are whole rooms full of Littles looking for a Mommy or Daddy. Maybe we can adopt a whole bunch!”
Gordon chuckled. “Littles aren’t like bananas. They don’t come in bunches.” When her face fell, he tilted it back with a fingertip beneath her chin. “We found each other without even looking. Perhaps fate will step in one day and find you a Little sister.”
She seemed to give it some consideration and then nodded. “Okay, Daddy.” She scooped up a handful of bubbles and applied them to his head, his face and his chest.
“Who am I supposed to be? The Abominable Snowman?” he asked.
“No! You’re a ghost, but not a scary one. A nice one like Casper. Halloween is coming up and instead of candy, maybe we’ll get a trick.” With another handful of bubbles ready to be applied, she shook her head. “Wait, that’s wrong. Tricks are bad… Daddy, what am I trying to say?”
“Let’s see, you have a friendly ghost who is looking out for your dental health by not giving you candy. Instead, he tricks a wizard into giving up his wand and then performs a magical spell?—”
“And ‘poof’ my sister appears! You always tell the best stories!”
“Let’s see how good I am at giving baths,” he said, and reached for a washcloth.
By the time they’d bathed and he’d dried and brushed out her hair, Lori was in mid-yawn when he scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom.
“You forgot my jammies,” she said.
“Little birdies don’t wear jammies,” he returned, tossing her through the air and onto the middle of his bed.
Screeching, she broke out into giggles as she bounced before coming to a stop. “You made me fly!”
“Babygirl, I plan on doing a lot more than making you fly,” Gordon said with a leer as he tugged off the towel he’d wrapped around his waist.
Lori’s eyes dropped to his cock and she smiled. Tugging down the covers, she scrambled beneath them, patting the space beside her. Looking up, she smiled. “What are you going to make me do, Daddy?”
“How about we start with seeing how many times I can make you come?”
All signs of sleepiness disappeared as she opened her arms.