Chapter 20
Jameson
After the longest night of my life, I’ve been sitting on the side of Natasha’s bed, watching her sleep for half an hour. I won’t sleep without her again. It’s torture now that I’ve seen and touched nearly every inch of her, including inside her bottom.
Starting tonight, she’s sleeping in my bed. Naked. In my arms. If she’s not ready to take me inside her body, that’s okay, but I need her in my bed and my arms. She can keep this room as a place to study and play and nap, but Natasha will not be spending nights in here anymore.
She finally rouses and slowly opens her eyes. She smiles at me. “How long have you been sitting there?”
“A while.” I stroke her cheek. “I like to watch you sleep.”
She sets her hand over mine on her cheek and leans into it.
“How much homework do you have?”
“Not much. I should do some more studying for our test on Monday, but I’m all caught up.”
I’m not surprised. She works hard and studies hard. She’s not a procrastinator. “Then you’re mine all day.”
She giggles. “Aren’t I yours all day, every day?”
“Yep. Today, we’re going on a date, though.”
Her eyes pop out of their sockets. “A date?” She pushes herself to sitting.
“Yep. We’re going to an entertainment center. We can do whatever you want. Putt-putt, video games, bowling, go-karts, junk food. A day of fun.”
She’s grinning wide. “Really?”
“Yes. Do you think I don’t know how to have fun?”
“Yes.”
I swat her thigh playfully through the covers. “I’ll have you know your Daddy can be fun.”
She giggles. “I thought you were going to keep me in the house and under your thumb for the rest of my life.”
“Oh, make no mistake, you’ll still be under my thumb, Little one. But we can and will leave the house. Tonight, after a fun day of games, we’re going to Surrender.”
She bites into her lip. “That’s more daunting than the date.”
“It’ll be fun.” I stand and pull her covers off her body. “Come on. Let’s get you dressed. There’s fun to be had.”
“Fun…” she murmurs as I tug her out of bed. As soon as she’s on her feet, I turn her around, press her upper body over the mattress, and hold her down with a hand at the small of her back.
She yelps when I lift her nightgown. “Daddy!”
“I’m just checking your bottom to make sure you didn’t bruise from my spanking.”
She squirms against the bed as I squat down and examine her closely, pulling her little cheeks apart just to embarrass her.
“It looks good. I think you can tolerate a harder spanking next time,” I declare.
She groans. I love the sounds she makes.
I nearly drag her by the hand toward the bathroom, where I point to the toilet. “Potty. I’ll be right back.” I leave her to pee while I pick out some clothes.
When I return, she’s washing her hands. She turns and looks at the pile of clothes I’m holding. “That’s a lot of material, Sir.”
“Sassy girl. There will be times I take you out dressed super Little, but only if we’re going to Surrender or to someone else’s house for a playdate. You can rest assured that when I take you to a vanilla public location, I’ll keep our relationship discreet.”
That seems to please her. She stands taller. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I squat in front of her first with pink panties that say Daddy’s Girl in red across the front and back. They match the bra she had on yesterday afternoon, and I stand to grab it next.
She giggles. “I thought I buried that in the hamper.”
“You failed. Arms up.”
She lifts her small arms, letting me pull the extremely babyish bra over her head.
I take my time easing it over her breasts, teasing them, dragging the elastic over her nipples.
Her breath hitches as I settle the training bra under her little boobs, cup them, and flick her nipples. She leans toward me and braces herself by grabbing my hips.
I bend so that my mouth is against her ear. “Are you already wet?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You like it when I play with your nipples, don’t you, Little one?”
“And when you make me wear these bras. Even when I think of them, I get horny.”
I kiss her neck. I haven’t kissed her mouth yet, but I need my lips on her. “I won’t make you wear them to class since they distract you, but when we go out like this, I want you to feel naughty under your clothes.”
“I definitely feel naughty, Daddy.”
I give both nipples a firm pinch, loving her little gasp, before releasing them. I help her into a pair of black leggings next, and finally, a short black dress. It has tiny red polka dots all over the material and long sleeves. It’s chilly out. I don’t want her to get cold.
As I adjust the dress, tugging it down so it lands below her bottom, I smile. It fits exactly how I wanted. The top is tight enough that the bra isn’t totally obscured, and I can see the points of her nipples. Most people won’t notice. Plenty of girls wear clothing far more revealing than this, but I’ll know. And Natasha will squirm all day.
“Mmm,” she murmurs as she looks down. When she lifts her gaze to mine, she’s smiling, though. “It’s in the gray area, Daddy. Almost over the line.”
“Good. The gray area, almost over the line, is always my goal.”
“People are going to look at us funny, wondering what a dirty old man like you is doing with a young girl like me,” she teases.
“Hey, now. I’m forty-two. I’m not old. And you’re definitely not a girl. Do you care what people think?”
She shakes her head without hesitation. “Not at all. Let them look. I’m the luckiest Little girl in the world. Any women who see me with you will be jealous, and any men who see you with me?—”
I interrupt her, “Better fucking keep their eyes off my Little girl.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re so silly.”
“Come. I picked out comfy red boots that will keep your feet warm. Let’s get them on you and then head down for breakfast.”
Four hours later, I’m wiping pizza sauce off Natasha’s cheek while she laughs. “This is so good. I haven’t had pizza in forever. How come we never order in?”
“Because we have an amazing cook. She makes a mean pizza, though. I’ll tell her to put it on the menu soon.”
Natasha reaches for her slice and picks it up again, getting sauce on her chin this time.
“You’re so messy, Little girl. Set it down. Let Daddy cut it up for you.”
She puts it back on the plate and waits patiently while I cut it. We’re in a crowded food court. I’m pleased she doesn’t look around to see if anyone’s watching us.
When I’m done, I hand her the fork. “Eat. Then we can play a few more games.” We’ve already done putt-putt and laser tag. “What do you want to do next?”
“Go-karts! I want to drive a pink one, and I’m going to beat you around the track.”
I chuckle. “We can take a pink one if you want, but you’re sitting in front of me in my kart.”
“Why?” She pushes out her bottom lip. “I want my own.”
“And I want you nestled in between my legs with my arms around you.”
She gives me a slow smile. “Okay, you can drive.”
God, I love this woman. She’s just enough in touch with her Little side that she’s rocking back and forth on her bottom and swinging her legs, but not so much that anyone would notice.
I was right about her bra. I love that I can see the hard points of her nipples, but most people wouldn’t look close enough to notice. She’s fully covered, but the bra has no protection, and the dress is tight against her chest.
Fifteen minutes later, I climb into our pink go-kart and help Natasha settle in front of me. I grip her with my thighs and then surprise her. “You steer. I’ll press the gas.”
She twists to look at me. “Really? I get to steer?”
“There’s a catch.”
She narrows her gaze. “There’s always a catch with you. What is it this time?”
“You’ll see. Let’s go.” As soon as I push on the gas to get us out of the starting area, I wrap my arms around her middle so that my palms cup the bottom of her breasts and start thumbing her nipples.
Natasha squeals and releases the steering wheel to swat at my hands.
I’m determined, though. “Hands on the wheel, Natasha, before we crash.”
“Daddy,” she hisses. “I can’t drive with you touching my nipples.”
“You better learn then.” I pinch them both and resume flicking them.
She moans as we nearly run into the wall.
“Steer, Little one.”
As she grabs the wheel to right the go-kart, I release one breast and bring that hand down to cup her pussy.
“ Daddy ,” she nearly screams, totally uninhibited.
I smile, stroke her folds, and then take pity on her and move my hand to her breast again.
“I’m never going to be able to trust you,” she yells as she steers. “You’re constantly springing something new on me.”
“That’s the plan.”
By the time she pulls up to the finish line, she’s panting. I climb out first, and when I help her to her feet, she wobbles, making me chuckle.
“You don’t play fair, Daddy,” she growls under her breath as I take her hand and lead her away from the go-karts.
“Never. I’ll never play fair. I play to win.” When we come around the corner, I stop and flatten her to the wall in a slightly secluded section. I press my body against hers suggestively. “I will always win, Little one.”
“I believe you.”
I want to kiss her so badly, but we’re not having our first kiss in this entertainment center, a stolen kiss against a wall where anyone could see us. But I need to kiss her. I’m done waiting. I grab her hand, turn around, and nearly drag her back through the crowded center to the front door.
A blast of cold air hits us. We didn’t bring our coats inside because we didn’t want to keep track of them. I squeeze her hand. “Come on. Let’s run.”
She skips alongside me until we get to the SUV. I quickly open her side and help her in before rounding to mine.
After starting the engine, turning on the heated seats, and pushing my seat back, I turn toward her. “Come here.”
Her brows rise. “What?”
I reach for her, lift her, and drag her over the console so that she ends up sideways in my lap.
She giggles for a moment but then meets my gaze and sobers because I’m not laughing. I’m cupping her face and staring into her deep brown eyes. “You’re mine.”
“You’ve mentioned that.”
“I need to kiss you.”
She makes a dramatic gesture, flipping her wrist and looking at her pretend watch. “You can’t kiss me for ten more hours. Midnight. That’s the end of my week.”
I slide my hands up her back and draw her closer until our lips are an inch apart. “Do you think you’re going to change your mind about wanting to be my Little girl in the next ten hours?”
“No, but I wasn’t going to change my mind for the past seven days either, and yet…”
I grip the back of her head and pull her the rest of the way. I start our kiss soft and gentle. I want to remember this, every second of it, but more importantly, I want Natasha to remember this, too. I want to make an impression. It’s her first kiss. I’m the only man she will ever kiss. If she has any doubts about committing to me, I want to obliterate them right now.
She’s panting as I nibble around her soft lips before increasing the intensity, tipping my head to the side, angling hers the other way, and fully claiming her mouth. I stroke her lips with my tongue immediately, demanding she open for me.
Natasha moans into my mouth and grabs my shoulders as she lets me plunder her. She’s gasping and squirming as she explores me with her tongue while I do the same to her.
I could kiss her for hours, but we’re in a parking lot, and we need oxygen soon, so I finally let her lips go, but I don’t pull back. I keep my forehead pressed against hers. We’re both breathing heavily.
“Oh,” she finally says.
I grin. “Oh… That’s all you’ve got?”
“I’m…speechless. I wasn’t expecting a kiss to knock the Earth off its axis.”
I chuckle. “That good?”
“Better.” She wraps her arms around my neck and leans into me. “Next time, I want you to slide your hands under my shirt and play with my nipples.”
“So demanding. You want to go to second base on the second kiss?”
She giggles. “I’m pretty sure you technically already rounded all the bases and headed into the dugout last night when I was in the tub.”
I laugh. “I guess I did, but I still have your pussy to claim.”
“It’s yours.”
“I have ten hours, remember?”
She rolls her eyes. “Rules were made to be broken, Daddy.”
“Naughty girls who break the rules end up with sore bottoms.”
“You’re the one who broke this kissing rule. Do I get to spank you?”
“Not in this lifetime, but you get a few extra swats the next time my palm is on your bottom for being so sassy.”
She shifts her weight on my thighs. Every time she moves, my cock jumps.
I grip her hips to stop her movements. “Sit still, naughty girl. I’m running out of self-control.”
She looks around. The windows are so fogged up we can’t see out. “Have you ever had sex in a car?” she asks.
I flinch. “I plead the fifth.”
She gives me a slow smile. “You have .”
“We’re not discussing my previous sexual encounters, Little one. Not now, not ever.”
“I’m not na?ve, Daddy. I know you’ve had sex with lots of people. It doesn’t bother me. It just means you have enough experience to know how to drive me wild. I’m lucky. Doesn’t it bother you that I have no experience and no idea how to please you?”
I grab the back of her neck. “We’ve talked about this, Little one. You don’t need any experience. I will teach you everything you need to know. But all you need to do is walk into a room for my cock to get hard. You don’t have to ‘do’ anything. You’re sexy and refreshing and adorable and so many other things. Your innocence makes me hard. Your naivete makes me want to toss you on my bed and ravage you. Put your lack of experience out of your head. Soon, it won’t even exist.”
Her breath hitches at my last words. “Are you going to fuck me at midnight?”
“Clear into next week, Natasha.”