Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
“Time to get out of the tub, little dancer.”
“Noooo, Papa. I want to play some more,” Tilly grumbled, even though she was starting to shiver from the now-cool water.
She’d lost track of how long she’d been in the tub after Carter had quickly washed her. Looking at her fingertips told her it had been long enough for them to become as wrinkled as raisins.
She shifted lower in the water when Carter appeared in the bathroom doorway.
She blinked and stared when she noticed he’d changed into a pair of light-gray knit shorts.
Shorts that hugged his hips, thighs, and rest of his lower body like a lover.
She licked her lips as she took in the thick rod pressing against the front of them.
“Yes, little dancer.” He approached and bent over the tub.
Reaching in, he pulled the plug, allowing the water to flow out.
“The water is cold and your lips are starting to turn blue. Time to get out and get in your pajamas. There might also be a chance for hot chocolate and a cookie before bedtime.”
Not wanting to miss out on such a treat, Tilly quickly rose to her feet. When she slipped against the slick tub bottom, Carter grabbed her under the arms and lifted her out.
“Oopsie.” She giggled as he set her on the rug that covered most of the bathroom floor.
“Oopsie indeed,” he said as he picked up the towel he’d left on the sink and began to dry her.
Tilly had a hard time keeping her arms by her sides, but held herself stiff as he finished drying her legs and feet.
He then picked up the nightshirt she’d brought into the bathroom with her and dropped it over her head.
In another moment, she was covered from base of her neck to mid-thigh by the oversized t-shirt she’d painted a big purple dancing elephant on.
When he finished, she threw herself at him and hugged him. “Thank you, Papa. I don’t know the last time I was able to sit and play in the tub like that.”
“I’ll have to go shopping and buy you some proper tub toys for next time,” Carter said, returning her hug with a solid warm embrace of his own.
“I can bring the ones I have at home,” she said without thinking.
She froze when she realized what she’d said. They had not spoken of anything beyond the weekend and here she was hinting about moving her bath toys in.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered when he did not say anything.
He leaned back and used two fingers to raise her chin until she was forced to look at him. “Sorry about what, little dancer?”
Tilly’s face burned as she tried to avoid looking into his eyes. But he didn’t release her chin until she met his gaze. “I shouldn’t be talking about bringing my toys over. It’s too soon to assume you might want to spend time with me after the weekend.”
She dropped her gaze to his chin, not able to continue looking into his brown eyes.
“No, no, no. Look at Papa,” he said in a deep gentle tone as he gave her a squeeze.
Lifting her gaze, she did not see disapproval or anger in his eyes, but instead they were soft and loving.
“I’m not going to get tired of you, Tilly.
I know we only met yesterday, but I already know that you’re the Little girl I’ve been searching for.
But who knows, maybe you’ll change your mind by Sunday evening and not want me to be your Papa. ”
Tilly shook her head. “No, Papa, that won’t happen. You’re a perfect Papa and I’d kick my own ass if I let you get away,” she said.
“No cursing,” Carter said as he smacked his hard hand down on her ass twice.
“Owie!” she cried as she danced within his embrace. “Sorry, Papa.”
“Good girl. Now, let’s go have hot chocolate.”
“And cookies?” she looked up at him with hope in her eyes.
Carter smiled down at her as he lifted her to sit on his hip. “I think there might possibly be a box of cookies in the pantry. If not, I’ll make you some cinnamon toast instead.”
“Cimmanon toast? What’s that?” Tilly relaxed into her Little persona.
“You’ve never had cinnamon toast? Oh, we’ll have to remedy that immediately, though maybe we should wait until morning. Too much sugar isn’t good for a Little girl so late at night.”
“Papa, it’s not that late, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep without trying cinnamon toast tonight.”
Carter looked doubtful, but once he carried her into the kitchen and set her on the counter, he dropped two slices of bread into the toaster before stirring the pot simmering on the stove.
In just a few minutes, they were sitting at the counter sipping a mugs of hot chocolate and eating toast spread with butter and sprinkled with cinnamon- sugar. Afterward, Carter tucked them into bed, turned on another dinosaur movie and cuddled her until she fell asleep.
Carter woke to gentle fingers tracing over the tattoo on his left chest. He smiled as she traced the S and then kissed it.
“My hero,” she whispered before laying gentle kisses down his chest and belly to the waistband of his shorts.
When her hand stroked over his cloth-covered cock, it inflated so quickly he wondered if there was any blood left in his brain. When her fingers slipped under the waistband, he took hold of her hand and pulled it away from his body.
Then he tilted his head and looked down at her with a sleepy smile. “Whatcha doing, little dancer?”
She blinked and looked guilty for a moment before grinning up at him from where her head lay on his lower chest. “Playing, Papa.”
“And did Papa say you could play with his body?”
She frowned and gave another of her dramatic sighs. “No, Papa. But it is today and not yesterday anymore so I thought I’d give you something to smile about when you woke up, but you woke up too soon.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault that you’re playing with Papa’s body without permission?”
Tilly blinked twice before she nodded solemnly. “Uh-huh. If you’d let me keep playing, you would have liked it a whole lot. And it wouldn’t have mattered if I had permission to play or not.”
“Really. You don’t think playing with Daddy’s body while he’s sleeping is just a little naughty?”
Tilly shook her head and widened her eyes so she looked like an innocent young girl.
Then she changed her argument. “But Papa, I just wanted to make you feel good. You work hard walking around and keeping the people at the convention safe. I just wanted to make you feel good before you have to deal with all those people who can be such doo-doo heads.”
“Doo-doo heads? Is that what you think about the customers who are buying your clothes and your sisters’ toys and candies?”
“No, but some of them can be. Like Bob in the parking lot. So can’t I make you feel good and give you a smile to start the day?”
His sleepy brain still trying to catch up with her fast-talking arguments, Carter reached down and stroked a hand through her hair. “All right, sweet girl. You can play, but I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to be in your tight little pussy, all right?”
Tilly’s face glowed bright pink as she grinned up at him. “I’d like that, Papa. I’d like that a whole lot.”
Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, Carter saw they had plenty of time before the alarm sounded. Laying back, he stacked his hands together under his head. “All right, sweet girl. You have about five minutes to play before Daddy takes over.”
“Oh, goody,” she said. “Can you lift your hips, please, Papa?”
Carter lifted his hips, allowing her to push his shorts down his legs. She did not stop until they were off his feet. Then she returned her attention to his cock that was laying up his lower belly, hard and needy.
“So pretty,” she whispered as she traced a line up the underside before circling the tip and tracing back down the length.
“I’m not sure pretty is a word you should use to describe a cock, little dancer.”
He watched Tilly shrug before she bent forward and licked from base to tip. Every muscle in his body stiffened and he wondered if he was going to be able to give her five minutes before he took over. It was going to be a challenge, and he only hoped he could keep himself under control.
As she kissed the tip and then licked around the crown like it was an ice-cream cone, Carter began deep breathing and began mentally listing the names of all the men he’d arrested over the past year. Then two years. Then three years.
With her mouth sliding up and down his thick length, he could feel the edge of control begin to shred. When she took his balls into one hand, he inhaled a deep breath and growled.
Tilly pulled back until only the head was between her lips before she said, “Papa?”
He couldn’t answer her, not while managing to maintain any semblance of control.
Instead, he gave into his body’s need. Jackknifing into a sitting position, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back up the bed so they lay side by side.
Rolling so he lay half over her, he kissed her forehead, her nose and then her lips.
“I’m sorry, little dancer, but I just couldn’t hang on another second and I want to come in your pussy, and not your mouth.”
His heart squeezed when she smiled up at him and said, “I know, Papa, I wanted you to take over because I didn’t know what to do next.”
“Babygirl, are you a virgin?”