11. Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
Dion
"Thank you," Emily whispered, her fingers playing with the soft fabric of the onesie. She looked both delighted and terrified, as though afraid to fully embrace how much she loved it.
I led her back to the kitchen, where our pasta had been waiting.
I dished up two plates, cutting hers into small, manageable pieces before setting it in front of me.
Then I reached down and settled her on my lap.
Her eyes grew huge but she didn't protest when I picked up her fork and held the first bite to her lips.
"Open up," I said softly.
She complied, her eyes never leaving mine as she accepted the food.
We continued like this—me feeding her, praising her when she finished a bite, occasionally wiping a stray bit of sauce from the corner of her mouth, then eating a mouthful of my own.
With each gentle interaction, I could see her resistance melting away, her shoulders relaxing, her expression becoming more open.
"You've been taking care of everyone else for so long," I murmured, offering her another bite. "It's time someone took care of you."
Emily's cheeks flushed pink as she accepted another bite, her speech becoming softer, more hesitant. "It feels... it feels really nice, D- Daddy ," she whispered. "I don't remember anyone ever..."
"Ever what, sweetheart?" I prompted gently, almost giddy at the name, smoothing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Ever making sure I ate everything," she said in a small voice. "Mother and Father always ate later. I used to eat by myself in the kitchen while they had important calls."
My heart clenched at the loneliness in her voice, but I kept my tone light and warm. "Well, that's not going to happen anymore. Daddy's going to make sure his little girl is well taken care of."
She looked down at herself, the way she was dressed sitting on my lap. “If… well, can I—”
I waited patiently while she worked out whatever she wanted to ask.
“I mean, after work sometimes.”
It took me a moment to work out what she was asking, and I considered my answer carefully before I replied. “Are you saying that sometimes after a hard day at work you like the idea of getting comfy and letting Daddy look after you?”
She gazed at me and nodded. My heart thudded, but just to check I asked, “Are you worried I won’t know the difference? When you’re my little one and when you’re a bad-ass social warrior?”
She blushed. “Is it bad to want both?”
“Never,” I promised. “It’s perfect.”
She nodded, opening her mouth obediently for the next bite.
"All done," I announced when she'd finished the last bite. "Such a good girl for eating everything."
She beamed at the praise, her whole face lighting up. "Can we... can we watch a movie now, Daddy? Please?"
It was a wonder my heart didn’t just stop. "Of course we can, baby girl. What would you like to watch?"
“The princess one,” she said and pointed to her onesie with a cheeky giggle.
I led her to the living room, settling her on the couch with a soft throw blanket. "Would you like Barnaby to watch with us?" I asked, already knowing the answer from the way her eyes lit up.
"Yes, please!" she nodded eagerly.
I retrieved the bear from her room, presenting him with a small bow that made her giggle again, and I resolved to try to coax that noise from her every day.
"Here you go, princess. Barnaby was waiting for you."
She clutched the bear to her chest, nuzzling her face against his fur. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered, the name coming more naturally now.
As the movie began, Emily curled against my side, her head resting on my shoulder, Barnaby tucked securely under her arm. I draped my arm around her, occasionally stroking her hair or dropping a kiss on the top of her head.
"Flynn Rider is so handsome," she commented during one scene, then immediately glanced up at me. "But not as handsome as you, Daddy."
"Good save," I teased, tickling her side gently and delighting in her squeal of laughter.
As the movie progressed, her eyelids began to droop, her body growing heavier against mine. By the time the lantern scene played, she was fighting to stay awake, her thumb drifting unconsciously toward her mouth.
"I think it's bedtime for little girls," I murmured as the credits began to roll.
"Not sleepy," she protested automatically, even as she yawned widely.
"I can see that," I chuckled, standing and scooping her up into my arms. She made a small sound of surprise but immediately curled against my chest, Barnaby clutched tightly in one hand.
"Can stay up longer," she mumbled against my neck, her words slurring with exhaustion.
"Tomorrow," I promised, carrying her up the stairs. "Tonight, my little girl needs her rest." It was very early, but she looked exhausted.
I hesitated, glancing between my bedroom and the Little room. After a moment's consideration, I headed for my room—I wanted her with me every night, and I was starting right now.
I laid Emily gently on my bed, her eyes fluttering open as her back touched the mattress. She looked up at me, her expression shifting subtly from the sweet innocence of her Little space to something more knowing, more adult.
"Stay with me," she whispered, her fingers trailing down my arm.
"I'm not going anywhere," I assured her, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Emily's gaze traveled over me, a flush rising to her cheeks. "I like both sides of this," she said softly. "Being your little girl and..." She bit her lip, suddenly shy.
"And what, sweetheart?" I prompted, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
In answer, she reached for the zipper of her onesie, slowly pulling it down to reveal a strip of bare skin beneath. My breath caught as she continued, her movements deliberate, holding my gaze with newfound confidence.
"And being your woman," she finished, letting the onesie fall open.
I swallowed hard, watching as she shrugged the soft fabric from her shoulders. "Emily..."
"I need you," she whispered, reaching for me. "Not just as your Little girl. As me. As all of me."
I let her pull me down beside her, my control slipping as her hands found the hem of my shirt, tugging it upward. I helped her remove it, then watched as she traced the lines of muscle across my chest, her touch hungry.
"Are you sure?" I asked, even as she worked at the button of my jeans.
"I've never been more sure of anything," she replied, her voice steady. "I want to feel you. All of you."
I groaned as her hand slipped beneath the waistband of my boxers, finding me already hard for her. Her touch was tentative at first, then grew bolder as she gauged my reaction.
"Tell me what you want," I urged, helping her push my jeans down my legs.
"I want to feel powerful," she admitted, her eyes darkening with desire. "I want to make you lose control."
The admission sent heat surging through me. This was Emily in her full complexity—vulnerable yet strong, soft yet fierce. I lay back, giving her the control she craved.
"Then take what you want, baby girl," I invited.
She straddled me, her nakedness glorious in the dim light of the bedroom. Her hair fell in waves around her shoulders as she leaned down to kiss me, her mouth hungry against mine. I let my hands rest lightly on her hips, allowing her to set the pace.
Emily rocked against me, the slick heat of her core sliding along my length. Her breath came in short gasps as she found a rhythm that pleased her, her head falling back to expose the elegant line of her throat.
"You're so beautiful," I murmured, transfixed by the sight of her taking her pleasure.
She smiled down at me, a look of pure feminine satisfaction crossing her features. "I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel," she whispered, lifting herself slightly to position me at her entrance.
"Wait," I said, reaching for the bedside drawer. "Protection."
She looked at me, her eyes never leaving mine. "I'm on birth control. And I trust you."
The simple statement of trust hit me harder than any declaration of love could have. I cupped her face in my hands, drawing her down for a kiss that was both tender and desperate. “And because you trust me to take care of you I’m going to get myself tested tomorrow and show you.”
Her eyes turned troubled. “Baby-girl, I haven’t used anything but my own hand in months and we get tested regularly for the team, but that’s not the point. It will always be my responsibility to keep you safe.” I paused. “Even sometimes from me.”
She sank down onto me slowly, her breath catching as I filled her completely. For a moment, we stayed still, connected in the most intimate way possible, her forehead resting against mine.
"Move," I urged softly. "Take what you need."
Emily began to rock against me, her movements becoming more confident as she found her rhythm. I watched her face, memorizing every expression of pleasure that crossed her features. When she threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back, I couldn't help but thrust up to meet her.
"Yes," she gasped, her pace quickening. "Like that."
I gripped her hips, helping to guide her movements while letting her maintain control. The sight of her above me, lost in pleasure, was more erotic than anything I'd ever experienced.
"Touch yourself," I commanded roughly. "I want to watch you."
Her cheeks flushed deeper, but she obeyed, one hand sliding down to where we were joined. The added stimulation made her movements more erratic, more desperate.
"That's it," I praised, my own control hanging by a thread. "Take what you need from me."
Emily's breathing became ragged, her body tensing as she approached her peak. "Daddy," she gasped. "I'm going to—"
"Come for me," I urged, thrusting up harder. "Let me feel you."
She cried out, her body clenching around me as her orgasm washed over her. The sight and sensation of her climax triggered my own, and I followed her over the edge with a groan of her name.
Afterward, she collapsed against my chest, both of us breathing hard. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as we came down from the high together.
"That was incredible," she whispered against my neck.
"You were incredible," I corrected, stroking her hair. "So strong, so beautiful."
She lifted her head to look at me, her eyes soft with satisfaction and something deeper. "I love how you see me," she said quietly. "All of me."
"I love all of you," I replied, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
Emily's eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought I'd moved too fast. But then she smiled, leaning down to kiss me softly.