7. Kylie #2
My breath stuttered as I searched for the nerve to say what I wanted to say. “Like…Daddy?”
Jordan nodded. “Yep, like Daddy. If I were your Daddy, it wouldn’t be about discipline or punishments for making mistakes.
I like structure and rules, but if you make a mistake, we’ll talk about it and come up with a way to help you avoid those mistakes in the future.
But I don’t get off on tears or pink bottoms.” He caught himself and smirked.
“Well, sometimes a pink bottom can be fun…but not as punishment.”
That was exactly what I wanted to hear. “I want a Daddy like that. Like…you.”
He inhaled and slowly blew it out as he pressed his forehead to mine. “What a coincidence. I want a sweet girl like you.”
“So what does that mean?” I wanted it to mean we were together, but I didn’t want to put words into his mouth.
"It means I’d like to give us a try, if you do." He pulled back so he could watch my reaction. “Will you be my girl, Kylie? My girlfriend. My baby girl. My good girl.”
Tears welled up, but they were happy tears again. Why did I keep having so many of those? “Yes, Jordan. I’ll be your girl if you’ll be my Daddy.”
He leaned forward and kissed me, pressing his soft lips against mine for a moment before his tongue joined the action. “It would be my honor to be your Daddy. As you’ve already noticed, I want to take care of you as much or as little as you’ll let me. And we’ll figure out our own dynamic together."
I kissed him again, this time not wasting any time before pressing my tongue into his mouth.
When the urge to feel more of him was almost overwhelming, I climbed onto his lap and rubbed against the hard cock trying to punch through his pants.
It wasn’t very ladylike, but I hadn’t had sex in almost a year and suddenly needed to feel a man inside me in a way that I hadn’t needed in a very long time. “Am I being too pushy?”
Jordan kissed along my neck and shoulder, breathing me in before speaking. "Not at all. I never want you to hold back from what you want. I promise that I want you just as badly.”
I waited for him to pull my clothes off or carry me to the bedroom but he just rubbed my arms, slowly pulling away. That wasn’t good. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, cupcake. I just don’t want to move too quickly.”
"Oh, okay." I was a tiny bit disappointed, but he was right. We didn’t have to do everything in a twenty-four-hour window. But if he didn’t want to do bedroom stuff, then maybe I could talk him into Little stuff. “But can we still watch a movie?”
“Of course.” He looked at all the food on the table. “Are you done eating?”
I nodded and slid off his lap and back to my own chair. “Yep.”
He ran his fingers through the side of my hair, combing it back and tucking it behind my ear. “Would you like a bottle of warm milk with your movie?”
I gasped at the offer and nodded again, unable to put into words how excited that made me.
“Okay, sweet girl.” He stood up and scooped me into his arms. “Let’s get you comfy cozy on the couch while Daddy cleans up. Then we’ll watch a movie while you have some milk.”
“Yes, please.” I pressed my face into his neck, trying to soak in the magic of this moment in case it never happened again. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Jordan gently deposited me on the center of the couch and pulled my blankie over me. I grabbed a throw pillow and the remote while he went back to the kitchen.
My curiosity was piqued as I heard him opening cabinets and shutting the fridge. And when the microwave turned on, I closed my eyes and let the last stronghold of being big release me from its grip.
I hadn’t had a Daddy to be Little with in so long that the regression came on quickly. Jordan had proven that I could trust him, so I allowed myself to be held in his arms as the nipple of a baby bottle was placed in my mouth and he gently rocked me until I was dozing off.
When I woke up a while later, the room was dark except for the TV glowing with a Disney movie and Jordan staring down at me. “There’s my girl.”
That sounded so natural from his lips. “Hi, Daddy. Did I sleep long?”
He shook his head. “Not really. Just long enough to finish your bottle.”
“All of it?” I took stock of how I was feeling and pulled a face. “Potty.”
“You need to go potty?” He ran his hand over my hip and down the outside of my thigh. “
I nodded and squirmed. The movement made me more aware of the hard shaft I was resting my head on. I couldn’t help turning my head and mouthing his cock through his pants.
“Kylie, sweetheart.” He patted my hip to get my attention. “Do you want to use the bathroom or do you have diapers?”
Diapers? I didn’t get to wear diapers often, but I wanted to. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any. “I guess the baffroom.”
He grinned and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “You guess? You sound disappointed by that.”
I shrugged and pushed out my lower lip. “Don’t have diapers, Daddy. Only a big-girl potty.”
He seemed to understand and then pulled me closer to his chest and stood up. “Okay, we’ll use the big-girl potty tonight, and I’ll get you some diapers for next time.”
He was perfect. Knowing exactly what I was asking for without me having to actually ask. “Okay, Daddy.”