Chapter 6
Roman walked to the closet and pulled out a sundress. “I had this rushed here after we met. There are a couple sets of clothes in here as well that you might be comfortable in. How about I let you change clothes and you can come join me by the pool when you’re ready?”
She walked forward to touch the soft material of the new garment. Small teddy bears of different colors danced along the hemline. “I love this,” Coco told Roman. If only Zelda could see it.
“Do you like stuffies, Little girl?”
“I have a teddy bear. Her name is Zelda,” she confessed.
“I would love to meet your sweet friend. Perhaps you would bring her with you next time?”
“Zelda would enjoy that. She doesn’t like being away from me.”
Roman nodded sympathetically. “I understand that completely. I’m going to step out this time so you can change. Make yourself at home, Little girl. The only thing that is off limits to you is the drawer under the changing table. That holds Daddy’s things. Okay?”
“I won’t open it,” she promised, instantly curious about what he’d stored in there.
“Good girl. Look around all you’d like. If you find a toy you’d like to play with or a book you’d enjoy having me read to you, bring it with you,” he suggested.
“Okay. That sounds like fun.” Coco hesitated for a minute before asking, “But won’t your neighbors think it’s weird?”
“You don’t need to worry about anyone around us, Coco. I promise. You’re safe here.” Roman stepped closer to rub her back before walking from the room and closing the door behind him.
Coco hugged the dress to her body and turned in a joyful circle, checking out the room again. She’d imagined the rooms described in the age-play books she had read. Her imagination failed horribly in comparison with this room.
Walking toward the crib, Coco reached out to run her hand over the gracefully curving white crib railing. The bed was beautiful. She touched the comforter to check that it was as soft as it looked. Of course, it was. Curling up in the protective bed would be wonderful.
She turned from the crib and walked toward the changing table. Staunchly ignoring the temptation to open the drawer, Coco pushed on the padded top. It was long enough for her to stretch out on it.
A small strap poked up at one end. She pulled it loose and found there were actually two attached to the padded top.
An image flashed into her mind of Roman securing her wrists above her head.
She dragged her eyes away and spotted a wide band further down the long side that she stood next to.
If her head was there, the restraint would stretch over her ribcage and attach there on the opposite side.
Her panties were drenched as Coco fantasized about being secured.
She glanced down at the bottom and didn’t see anything else.
At least her feet would be free, she thought and looked up to see a hinged, stout-looking bar that rested against the wall.
Coco stood on her tippytoes to see if it moved.
It did. Quickly, she pushed it back against the wall.
Why would he need to tether her in place so much?
Images flashed through her mind of herself in the place of the heroine in age play novels.
Coco squeezed her thighs as her secret dreams of being so intimately cared for exploded the longing inside her.
Roman must desire this as well. He’d selected the items in her room.
Forcing herself away, Coco quickly changed into the dress.
She ran out of the room and through the house, needing to be close to the dynamic man PLAYTIME had determined was her Daddy.
As she burst out the open sliding door, Roman sat in a cushioned chair.
He opened his arms, beckoning her close.
Without hesitating, she threw herself onto his lap.
“Coco, you’re scaring Daddy. Are you okay?” he asked, stroking down her back as she hid her face against his hard chest.
She shook her head.
“Did something frighten you?”
This time, she nodded and grabbed a handful of his shirt to hold onto him.
“Something in your nursery?”
Coco hesitated. The turmoil of feelings inside her had caused her to flee. She wasn’t in the nursery now. “No,” she whispered. “It was me. I scared me.”
“Ah. I think I’m starting to understand now. Could it be that you reacted to being in the nursery differently than expected?”
She pulled back to look at him in surprise. How had he figured that out? “Yes.”
Roman cupped her cheek and smiled at her before brushing her hair back from her face. “Sometimes a Little girl has powerful feelings when their dreams come true. Had you imagined having a nursery?”
“Yes. Nothing as pretty as yours,” she told him quickly.
“I’m very pleased you like your nursery. And that you’ve had a strong reaction to it. That tells your Daddy he did a good job putting it together. It also clues me in that you are looking forward to having me take care of you.”
She dropped her head back against his throat, hiding. How did he know so much?
“Coco. Look at Daddy.”
Refusing, she pushed her face harder against him.
“Hmmm.” Roman’s throat vibrated as he hummed. He rocked her gently. “Coco, Daddy can wait for you to tell me. I’ve waited a long time for my Little girl. I know you’ll find your bravery. Everything in that room is there for a reason—deliberately chosen by me.”
“I know…” she whispered, letting her voice trail off. His soothing motion comforted her. A yawn stretched her mouth open. The excitement of going to Roman’s house and the early morning had zapped her sleep time.
“I think my Little girl needs a nap more than playing in the pool. Let’s go see if Daddy can help make you more comfortable,” he suggested and stood, holding her against his powerful frame. He carried her back into the house and directly to the nursery.
“I don’t want to nap,” she whined. Coco didn’t want to waste any of their time together.
“Little girls who wake up early to go to work get tired after lunch. Starting a new job is very stressful. I think I need to make sure you’re feeling okay first.”
Inhaling sharply, she clung to him as he carried her directly to the changing table. Roman swept her dress up over her hips as he prepared to set her bottom on the padded top. His hand stopped on her panties. Could he feel how wet they were?
“Coco, did you think I would be mad that this room turned you on?”
A whimper of embarrassment escaped her lips.
“Sweet Little girl. I created this room to make you happy—in every way. Can you let Daddy take care of you?”
She froze and then forced herself to nod. “Please.”
“Good girl. Daddy’s got you.”
Roman sat her on the changing table and whisked her new dress over her head. He hung it on a hook within reach on the wall. “Little girls don’t wear bras at home,” he told her and quickly unfastened the back closure so he could ease the straps down her shoulders and off.
She automatically tried to shield her body with her hands, but her Daddy captured her wrists and drew them down to her sides. She watched his face as he slowly scanned her body. Coco couldn’t miss the desire etched in his features. His brown eyes looked darker than she’d ever seen them.
“What a pretty baby I have. Daddy needs to see all of you, Coco. No hiding from Daddy.”
Coco nodded and froze. What had she agreed to? “But…”
“No buts, Little girl. Now, stretch out for me, Coco.” He turned her body easily on the padded surface and guided her back down.
Before she could process all the movement, he had drawn her hands over her head and fastened the straps around her wrists.
The zing of the strap as he pulled it from the automatic winding mechanism embedded itself into her mind.
The click as he secured it relieved her of needing to struggle. Daddy is in charge.
“That’s my pretty Little girl. Let’s get these wet panties off. They have to be uncomfortable.”
Holding her breath as he drew her cotton underwear down her legs, Coco melted onto the padding when she was completely nude.
After giving him total control, she basked in his praise.
She closed her eyes as he pulled the bar down from the wall.
In seconds, he attached her ankles, spreading her legs apart. The cool air whisked over her skin.
“What a good girl you are. Let’s see if you enjoy this,” he suggested, opening the drawer he’d forbidden her to look in.
The crinkle of a plastic wrapper made her peek. She spotted the purple pacifier before he brushed it against her lips. Nodding eagerly, she opened her mouth, and he inserted the bulb. Tentatively, she sucked on the device and quickly discovered it soothed her.
“I’m glad you like it, Coco. Just relax. Daddy’s going to check your temperature before he tucks you in bed.”
She watched him open a jar of lubricant and knew where he planned to put the thermometer. Sucking furiously, Coco closed her eyes. She’d read that Littles had their temperatures taken in this intimate way.
“Daddy’s finger, Coco,” Roman warned before pressing cold lubricant over her bottom hole before pressing inside.
Clenching her eyelids tightly together, she struggled not to wiggle. His touch pushed her arousal so much higher. No one had ever touched her there.
“Daddy will need to stretch your bottom, Coco. You are very tight. We’ll start with small dilators. You’ll get used to having your bottom filled, won’t you?”
She nodded, froze, then shook her head furiously as she processed his words.
“Too late, Little girl. I already know you are enjoying my touch.” Roman rubbed the lubricant along the inner walls of the tight entrance to prepare her.
The contact with that nerve-rich area sent tidal waves of sensations through her. She sucked furiously on her pacifier as the stimulation threatened to overwhelm her. “Oh!” she gasped around the device in her mouth when he withdrew his touch.
She felt a cold device against that tight ring of muscles.
Despite her attempt to keep it out, the thick tube slid deep into her bottom.
Roman adjusted it frequently, twisting and pressing it deeper.
Finally, his hand cupped over the end to keep it firmly inserted. His touch was so close and intimate.
“You are so wet, Little girl. I am very pleased that you are so responsive. Do you need to come?”
Coco nodded eagerly.
“Can you tell Daddy your secret? Did you get excited by this changing table?”
She hesitated. Could she tell him about her fantasies?
“Your Daddy bought this piece of furniture with a definite idea of how he needed to take care of his Little girl. There is no part of you I will not look at, touch, and caress.”
He shifted the fingers of his free hand to trail through her slick, pink folds. “I think being brave deserves a reward, don’t you?”
She couldn’t answer as he explored her intimately. He traced her opening, circling her clit with his fingertip until she squirmed.
“Hold still, Little girl. Daddy will have to stop if you can’t hold still,” he warned as he continued to touch her.
Tensing her muscles, she struggled to remain still as he tapped on her clit. She could feel her orgasm hovering just out of her grasp. Coco sucked furiously on her pacifier as she strained to reach it.
Roman teased her with different types of touch. Just when she was on the brink of coming, he’d move his fingers. Frustrated, she glared at him.
“What do you need, Little girl? Do you need to come?”
Coco nodded so furiously, she made herself dizzy.
“Let’s see if Daddy can help you.” He pinched her clit, launching her climax.
As her body contracted fiercely, Roman held her pelvis pinned to the table as he swirled the thermometer in her bottom.
The extra stimulation deepened and prolonged her pleasure.
A loud ding startled her, making her already pounding heart lurch.
“Good girl. That’s the timer,” Roman explained and withdrew the thermometer.
Panting on the padding, she watched him check her temperature.
“Tsk, tsk. A slight fever,” he shared and grabbed a wipe from the handy dispenser to clean his hands. “We’re going to have to monitor this often. Daddy will give you some medicine to bring it down and make an appointment with Dr. Richards.”
He stepped away from her to open a cabinet with a numerical lock. Withdrawing a jar, he shook something into his hand before locking everything securely. Returning to her side, he pressed the dose into her bottom before grabbing a small dilator and pressing it into her bottom.
Her body hummed with echoes of her pleasure, rendering her limp on the table. Coco yawned again as her Daddy cleaned all her juices off her skin. He wrapped her bottom in a diaper before releasing all the restraints.
“Nap time, Little girl. You’re going to sleep so well in your crib. Let’s see how much you like your new bed,” he said softly as he rocked her gently in his arms as he crossed the nursery.
Coco turned onto her tummy when he set her in the crib. Her nipples brushed against the soft bedding. She wasn’t used to sleeping in the nude or almost nude in a diaper. None of that mattered as he tucked the comforter around her and pulled up the railing to keep her safe inside.
“Sleep, Little girl. Daddy will be here when you wake up.”