Chapter 15
Camden
“So, let me get this straight…”
It’s hard for me to maintain a serious expression when Simone says something like that. Whatever is going to follow the pause is bound to be good.
I give her hair a tug, causing her to arch her head back. Part of the reason I like to pull her hair is that I like it when she tips her head back, especially when we’re standing in the bathroom and my girl is naked. I like exposing more of her neck, and her body is divine.
“We haven’t even gone down for breakfast yet, and your mind is already cooking something up, isn’t it?”
She giggles. “I’m just…clarifying. So, when we’re in bed and naked, I’m still submitting to you, but I’m allowed to use dirty words and call you Camden.”
“Yep.”
“But the minute my feet hit the floor, I’m Little?”
I chuckle. “There might be a bit of leeway there if you need to pee between rounds three and four of sex, but yes.”
“Three and four?” Her smile lights up the bathroom.
I shrug. “Or five. Whatever.” I grab the brush and work through the tangles in her hair. I washed it last night before we went to bed, but we didn’t exactly go to sleep right away, and I might have threaded my fingers in her silky locks a few times.
“And now that we’re in the bathroom?”
“Now, you’re Little, naughty girl.” She doesn’t need to expand on this.
“So, if I sass you or use a bad word, you’ll swat my bottom?”
I stop brushing to tug her head back tightly against my chest. Unlike her, I’m wearing jeans.
I haven’t put a shirt on yet, but my cock is covered.
I slide one hand up between her breasts and cup her neck and chin.
“One hard swat, naughty girl. Not a full-blown spanking. And no, I won’t fuck you afterward. ”
Her breath hitches. She likes it when I pull her hair. She apparently likes it when I hold her like this—my hand around her throat, gripping her chin.
Holding her gaze, I glide my hand from her neck to her breast, cup the globe, and pinch her nipple.
She gasps and rises onto her toes.
“Do you like that, Little one?” I’m still holding her nipple hostage.
“No, Sir.” Her voice is slightly high-pitched. “I don’t think so, Daddy.”
“I guess we’ll find out.” I give a slight twist before I release the bud to finish brushing out her hair.
She’s more contrite as I work.
“How about pigtails?”
“High ones like I see Littles wearing at Surrender?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve never tried them.”
“Well, here’s the beauty of things like this. We can experiment. We’ll try all kinds of fun things until we know what you like and don’t like.”
“I don’t like having my nipple twisted,” she grumbles.
“Good to know. Just to be sure, I think that’s an excellent deterrent when you’re being sassy today. We’ll find out if you truly like it or not.”
She narrows her gaze, eyeing me in the mirror. “I get the feeling my reactions are going to cause you to do the opposite of what I want.”
I grin. “Absolutely. If you like having your nipples pinched, I’ll stop using it as a punishment. If you hate it, perfect form of discipline.”
She groans. “Daddy… That’s so manipulative.”
“You sassing me is manipulative, too.”
“But you like it when I sass you. I know you do because it makes you laugh.”
I smirk. “You’re right. I love it. I’m certain it’s the first thing that appealed to me about you. But I also like getting a rise out of you. It’s going to be fun. Like our own little game. You do naughty things and sass me. I respond with the unexpected. Trial and error.”
She’s quiet while I part her hair, gather it into two sections, and put it up in two high pigtails. “Come,” I say as I set the brush down. “Let’s find something for you to wear.”
I guide her to my closet. She hasn’t been in my walk-in closet yet. She’s in for a treat. I suspect she’ll be shocked. With my hands on her shoulders, I angle her into it and turn her toward the right.
She gasps. “Oh my goodness…” She twists to look at me over her shoulder. “When did you buy all this?”
“I’ve been filling this closet all week, Little one.”
She steps closer and reaches up to touch some of the dresses. Are her fingers shaking? When she faces me, there are tears in her eyes, and she bolts back to me and throws her arms around me.
I bend a bit, lift her up under her bottom, and hold her against me.
She wraps her arms around my neck and her feet around my waist. My girl is naked. Her wet pussy is against my stomach. My cock is fucking hard. Again.
I could eat her up. I have eaten her up. I could do it all day. But I need to feed her breakfast before she withers away.
She’s kissing me all over my face.
I hold her close and carry her to the row of clothes. “I got outfits in a variety of ages. I figure we’ll experiment. Maybe in the end you’ll decide you really like to play at a particular age. Maybe you’ll want to switch things up now and then. We’ll figure it out together.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Do you want to pick something out?”
“You pick.”
I slide her to the floor and reach for the drawers under her dresses. The first thing I pull out is a pack of panties. When I open them, she claps her hands together.
“What’s making you giddy about panties, Little one?”
“I’m just excited. I’ve never had a Daddy before. No one has ever bought me Little things. I mean, I have a lot of stuff in my apartment, and some of it I’ve worn to Surrender, but a lot of it has never been seen by anyone else.”
“And what age range do you usually prefer at home?” I ask as I squat down to put a pair of panties on her.
They’re pink bikini panties with a little bow at the front.
They make me want to forget breakfast, tug her to the floor, and rub my nose up and down the cotton until she comes without direct contact on her clit. I know she can. She’s so sensitive.
She shrugs, which surprises me. “I never really think about it when I’m alone.
I just put on comfortable jammies and stuff and watch cartoons or color.
I eat bad foods like boxed mac and cheese or frosted flakes.
I use sippy cups. I’m not sure what age I feel most comfortable at because no one is there to Daddy me. ”
I grab her hips and meet her gaze from my squatted position. “Well, you’re here now, and I’m here to Daddy you.”
I love how bright her smile is.
“Now, next question. Bra or no bra?”
She chews on her bottom lip.
“I know you’re self-conscious about your boobs, Simone, but you don’t need to be around me.
If you’re uncomfortable not wearing a bra, you should wear one.
I won’t insist on anything that makes you feel uneasy.
Every aspect of this dynamic needs to feel right to us.
If anything doesn’t, we won’t do it again.
The goal is for you to be happy and well-adjusted in your skin. Also horny.”
She giggles.
I slide my hands around to cup her breasts. “I know you think your boobs are big, but they’re not huge, Little one. They’re just right. It’s not like they sag down to your knees when they aren’t supported,” I tease. “They don’t sag at all. They’re perky.”
She bites her lip, fighting a grin.
“What? Do I sound old?”
“Kinda.”
“I am old, naughty girl. You like me this way.” I give her nipples a slight tweak.
She releases her lip and arches toward me. “It’s true. Apparently, I like old guys.”
My fingers are still on her nipples, and I pinch them harder. “Watch it, sassy girl. You better only like one old guy. The others are off-limits.”
“Definitely just one.”
I stand and turn to select a dress for her. After I pull it off the hanger, I hold it up for her to look at. “No one is going to see you, Simone. It’s just you and me. I’m fine if you spend the entire day in just those panties,” I tease.
She rolls her eyes. “Of course you are.”
“What do you think?” The dress is pale pink because I think she’s interested in embracing her pink side at the moment. It’s cotton. Nothing fancy. It’s short. It will barely cover her panties. If she gets cold, I’ll put some pink leggings on her.
She licks her lips. “The thing is, I’ve been jealous of Natasha on this subject.”
I frown. “How so?”
“Well, she has cute little boobs, and she never wears a bra at home. If I looked like her, I’d never wear a bra.
When she and Jameson finally pulled their heads out of their…
butts, he started dressing her, and they went through this whole thing where he didn’t give her bras ever, not even for class.
They argued about it, and he bought her these silly training bras.
That annoyed her, too, because she still couldn’t focus in class.
The bras made her feel really young even when she wasn’t looking down at herself. ”
I cup her face. “I’m aware of most of that, Little one.”
She gasps. “You and Jameson talk about Natasha’s boobs?”
I laugh. “Not usually. No. But I did know exactly when he and Natasha finally pulled their heads out of their asses .” I emphasize the word ass just to goad her.
“I didn’t miss the fact that she immediately started dressing differently, and I’m astute enough to notice that she kept pulling her sweaters tighter around her.
It didn’t take much for me to figure out she was either not wearing bras or she was wearing ones she didn’t want to risk anyone seeing. ”
Simone draws in a breath. “Yeah, well, the part that matters is that while she was having a tantrum about her boobs, I was jealous.”
That makes my chest tight. I step closer and slide my hand to the back of her neck.
“Baby, I like your boobs exactly the way they are. They’re perfect.
And they always will be, no matter their size, because they’re attached to the most amazing woman I’ve claimed as my own.
I can’t demand you not to be jealous of someone else.
It happens. But I can help you try to feel comfortable in whatever clothing makes you feel best.”
“Okay,” she murmurs.
“Good girl. Now, how about if you spend some time not wearing a bra and see how you feel? I kind of like the fact that I’ll be able to see your nipples pressing against the front of your dresses. Plus, I’d like to be able to tweak them when you misbehave,” I tease.
She seems pleased as she nods. “Okay, Daddy.”
“Arms up.” I lower the dress down her body and adjust it.
She may or may not like to go without a bra in the long run, but fuck, is she sexy like this.
I lift her chin. “If you feel like you need support or you just don’t like your boobs loose, I’ll buy some of those training bras Natasha has.
They might help you feel Little while giving you some comfort at the same time. ”
She wraps her arms around my middle and holds me tightly. “Thank you, Daddy.”