12. Chapter 12
Chapter twelve
Abigail
With a cry of delight, I lunged at Big Bear, sitting propped up in a little chair next to the table I could use for coloring. Hugging him tight, I glanced around the room. All my treasures were there, even the pictures from the kids. I had a moment of sorrow that I wouldn’t see them again, but I’d already known most of them were leaving soon to start kindergarten.
Then I saw my clock and my legs seemed to take me across the room all on their own, and I put Big Bear on the small bed. With shaky hands I opened the back and saw the folded paper but realized Daddy was watching. I wasn’t about to share anytime soon, well maybe never, so I closed it and set the clock back.
I glanced back, but then I noticed a little stool in the corner of the room, and a whiteboard on the wall next to it. What an odd place for it to be. And why would there be a stool and no table or desk? I stared at the stool, a really low one. If I sat on that, there would be no way I could reach the white board, plus there was a really big easel in the corner to draw and paint with.
“I want you to give me two weeks.”
I froze, my eyes going to the floor. He wanted me here for two weeks? But I wanted to be here forever. In my heart, I knew two weeks was generous. I was lucky a mess like me was even getting two hours. “Two weeks?” I echoed.
“To give you time to get to know me. As I said, you don’t trust me yet.”
I glanced up, denial trembling on my lips, but he was stalking toward me in the cool cat predator way he had, and I shivered. “Baby girl, I need to share, and I need to hold you to do that. Do you think you can come and sit on my lap?”
“Of course, Daddy,” I agreed, thinking he looked sad even if he still looked really cross, and I followed him to the big, stuffed rocking chair and let him pull me down and got comfy. I sighed and snuggled into his chest. I must have done what he hoped because he kissed me on the top of my head, almost like a reward.
“Maddox, Dion, Walker and I are all ex-Marines. It’s how we met. I won’t go into the exact details, and it’s almost fifteen years ago now, but we got separated from the rest of our squad and pinned down.” He rubbed my arm with his big hand, and I wasn’t honestly sure if he was trying to soothe me or himself. “We didn’t expect to live, to be honest, and that night we all shared what we would do if we ever got out.”
“Daddy,” I murmured, my belly lurching at the thought that he’d been in danger, even if he was here with me now.
“I’m okay, baby girl. The rest of our squad found us and air support arrived. Basically, we were exhausted and dehydrated. A little banged-up maybe, but nothing life-threatening.”
I lifted my head and shot him a look. I had a feeling he was downplaying it, but he was here and safe now.
“Within two years, each of us transitioned out of the military since our latest term was up and we were lucky to have savings and very fortunate that Dion’s godparents left him a sizeable chunk of change. We never forgot what we said to each other that night and I’m going to share what I said.”
I lay back against his chest and linked my fingers with his. I could hear his heart thudding in my ear, and it was one of the best sounds I’d ever heard. “I want a precious baby girl that needs the sort of relationship I do.” He took a breath. “That Little girl will have all the attention I can shower on her.”
I stayed so still. It sounded way too good to be true.
“But that isn’t all. It also means that I’m in charge. We will have rules.” He nodded to the stool. “We’re going to have a list of Daddy’s rules and also a naughty list.”
“A naughty list?” I whispered, not sure I liked the sound of that.
“Yes,” he said firmly. “If you agree to be my Little girl for a two-week trial, then the list starts today. At the very top of that list is never going anywhere without telling Daddy, and no lying. And that includes lying by omission. ”
“I don’t tell fibs,” I said a little indignantly.
“Then why didn’t you tell me you had to go down to the basement to do your laundry? And don’t say you forgot, because you stood on one side of the door while I checked that it was locked. Then you waited until you knew I’d left before you opened it again.”
I opened my mouth to deny everything but closed it on a snap because it was true. I’d deliberately waited until Daddy had gone to sneak out.
“Deliberately putting yourself in danger and then lying to Daddy will earn a punishment, and not only would you have to sit in the naughty corner, but you’d get a very red bottom beforehand.”
“You’d spank me?” I whispered, utterly appalled.
“Yes,” Daddy said in a stern voice. “Keeping you safe will always be my number one priority. Making you healthy and keeping you that way will be my second. Frequent small, healthy meals, early bedtimes, and afternoon naps while we’re getting you there, and we’ll review it at the end of the two weeks and see if we need to change anything.”
I had two weeks. Daddy called it a trial, but that was just another word for a test. I’d gone to some foster parents once who were hoping to adopt. My social worker had called that a trial, but I didn’t pass, and they returned me. I knew I wouldn’t pass this one either. And then what? But what choice did I have now? I didn’t have anywhere to live.
“What else?” I whispered.
“Well, I want to see how young your Little is when she’s happy and safe.”
I hesitated. “How young?”
He pressed another kiss on my cheek. “I’m guessing from what you’ve shown me that your Little might be around six or so, but when you feel really safe, you might want to be younger.”
Younger? What did that mean? But I had a good idea.
“You might want to try a binky, or even diapers. You might vary. But the important thing is to know nothing is wrong with whatever you decide. The age of your Little is something you set, and I’ll support you with whatever you choose.”
“Really?” I would decide how old I was? I didn’t even suck my thumb. Probably because I bit my nails.
He nodded. “So, what do you think?” He paused, then took a measured breath. “You can say no, Abby. I’m aware you don’t have anywhere to live, and I wouldn’t ever expect this to come with strings. If I’m wrong and this is really something you don’t want, I have a spare room you are welcome to until you get another job.”
But I didn’t want to be in another room. I knew that.
“Don’t forget your safe word is red.”
Did that mean he was going to do more than spank me? He owned a BDSM club and while Friday had been the first time I’d ever been in one, I knew what they were.
“Say red and everything stops and we talk.” I breathed out. That didn’t sound so bad, and I trusted Daddy to stick to his word. “So, are you happy to start our two-week trial?”
I nodded slowly, my heart beating like it was a big engine.
“I need words, baby girl. I will be strict and have rules, but no one will ever look after you better than I will.”
But I wanted more. But if two weeks was all that was on offer, I’d be insane to turn it down. What would it be like to finally relax? Even if that was only for two weeks?
“Yes please,” I whispered .
“Good girl.” His smile was blinding, and I basked in his approval. “I know all this is hard, so we’re going to take it a little bit at a time. I’m going to get you some lunch—”
I shook my head. “I ate at work,” and my tummy was too full of worry for more.
Daddy sent me a stern look. “Well, you need a nap, and I don’t want you to be too full before that, so I’ll get something ready for after.” He booped my nose with his finger. “Little and often. You just had a big worry and I’m sure all that’s taking up space in there.”
I stared in amazement. How did he know? He stood, holding me easily, then deposited me gently. “Do you need to go potty?”
I squirmed. Now that he mentioned it…
“You know where the bathroom is, but please leave the door ajar so I can hear you.”
I gaped. “You can’t listen to me pee!”
He chuckled. “Well, not yet, but eventually I hope you won’t care. We’ll see how young your Little is first. But today I just want the door open, so I know you’ll be safe. You’ve had a very stressful morning, and I don’t want you to pass out and hurt yourself.” Then he picked up a pen and walked over to the whiteboard. I stared as he wrote along the top in big letters, “Abby’s Naughty List.” He paused and glanced back, arching an eyebrow as if he was waiting for me to do as I was told. I dashed into the bathroom because I didn’t want to give him any excuse to write more, and at the last minute turned on the faucet so he couldn’t hear me. I took care of business, then stood and flushed. Daddy appeared as if he’d been waiting for me and guided me to the sink, turning the faucet to warm, checking the temperature, then calmly washed and dried my hands. I was so shocked I didn’t say a word.
I wasn’t sure I liked it as he led me to the bed and tucked a cozy throw over me, then bent and kissed my cheek before telling me to relax, and that he was only next door in his office.
“Daddy?” I held my hand out. I didn’t want him to go. I wanted touches. He smiled and sat down on the bed. “Are you cold?”
His eyes widened. “No, are you sweetheart?” He pressed his palm to my cheek.
“No, I meant because you have a lot of clothes on.”
His smile became a grin. “Too many clothes?” I nodded solemnly and watched, utterly riveted as I was treated to a floor show. His golden skin gleamed when he slipped his dress shirt off and, unbidden, my hand slid down under the throw. I was mostly dressed, but I knew before I even checked that my panties would be damp.
“Abigail.” My name seemed to rumble out of Daddy, and I shivered, but not because I was cold, simply imagining his sexy voice saying all sorts of wicked things. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” I gasped as my fingers reached the waistband of my leggings.
“Are you being a bad girl and not waiting for Daddy?” I shivered again because despite being a good girl for what seemed like all my life, right at that moment I wanted to be bad. Very bad.
He dropped his pants, and I gasped because a naked Daddy was even more gorgeous than a dressed one. “Maybe,” I whispered, unable to drag my gaze from his large, erect cock. As I watched, a bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip and dribbled down his shaft. My throat went completely dry as I imagined what it would taste like. Right at that moment, I’d never wanted anything so much in my life.
“Does my Little girl want a taste?”
I licked my lips, and Daddy groaned. “I-I’m not cold either,” I said.
“Meaning you think you have too many clothes on as well?” I had a moment to bask in the knowledge that Daddy always understood me, but then he pulled off the throw and, replacing the hand on my waistband with his, he simply pulled off my leggings and damp panties together. He bunched them in his hand and lifted them to his nose. My jaw dropped.
“Smells delicious. Such a good girl.”
I sat up before he even asked and raised my arms above my head so he could pull off my Kitty tee shirt. “Lie down, baby,” he ordered in that low, sexy voice, but I wanted something more. I could do this. I never had, but it seemed like all I could think about.
“Please, Daddy. Let me.”
His eyes grew dark, and he nodded and climbed in. “Shuffle down.” He widened his legs to create a space for me. I don’t think I’d ever followed an instruction so fast in my entire life, and I stared at the feast in front of me, desperate for a taste. “Wrap your fingers around the base so you don’t go too far.” He noticed my hesitation. “That takes practice, and we have lots of time.”
Which sounded like he was planning on keeping me for longer than two weeks and my heart squeezed again. The first taste made me hum in delight. Slightly salty, but not bad, and thrilled I could please him, I opened my mouth wide and tentatively closed it around the head, then sucked .
“Fuck,” Daddy gasped, and I let go, terrified I’d hurt him.
“Sorry,” I stammered out, but he reached down and cupped my cheek.
“I swore because your mouth is so good. It feels amazing. I just don’t want to come to early like some teenager.” I nearly bounced in happiness, but bent again and repeated the action, maybe a little gentler. I listened intently as he alternately praised me and asked for what he liked. Where he liked my tongue, when he wanted it harder, even the tiny scrape of my teeth. I loved that. I loved that he gave me instructions, so I didn’t have to worry I wasn’t doing it right. It was perfect. He was perfect.
“Let go, baby,” he croaked out, and I did. But then it was my turn to gasp, because he leaned forward and grabbed my hips and simply lifted me. “Grab the headboard, baby. You’ve made me really hungry.”
“Daddy,” I nearly shrieked, clutching for the bars because he lowered me so I was straddling his head. The first touch of his very talented tongue on my clit made me see stars. He hummed in approval when I gasped and used his hands to rock me backwards and forwards, so my pussy scraped over his beard, sending little shocks of pleasure up and down my spine. I arched as much as I could into the feeling until what seemed like my whole body was throbbing in time to the pulse of my heart. “D-daddy,” I stammered out a warning as I felt the first tease of my orgasm. I was so close.
He lifted me off him a little. “Good girl. Always tell me, but you are allowed to come as soon as you can.” Then he lowered me again and sucked at my clit at the same time that his fingers reached around my ass and slid down my crease. I barely had time to suck in another breath when my entire body lit up from the inside, and my orgasm crashed over me.
I wasn’t sure if I’d lost time when I opened my eyes to find myself lying on my back. Daddy was propped up on one elbow, smiling lazily at me. Still naked. Still stunning.
And still hard. “Daddy?”
“Are you a virgin, baby?”
My breath hitched, and I felt the glow in my body vanish like smoke. But he must have seen the answer in my eyes. “I’m going to enjoy teaching you how to pleasure yourself with my body, but I’m not exactly small, so we’re going to take our time.”
“But—” I chewed my lip. That was the second time he hadn’t gotten off.
“Give me your hand,” he ordered, and I did. He guided it to his cock, wrapping his own hand over mine and showing me how hard he liked to be touched. I quickly got the idea, again loving that he’d taken away all my doubt and worry, and when he leaned over to kiss me, I moaned in enthusiasm, knowing I could taste myself on his lips. He came quickly then collapsed onto his back. I rolled over toward him and he took my sticky hand, holding it up. “Good girls always have clean hands.”
More daring than I ever thought possible, I brought it to my lips, and because I was a very good girl, I licked it clean.