Chapter 17
Simone
I’m watching a movie on Daddy’s lap that afternoon when his phone rings. I sit up as he answers. I hope it’s Natasha calling to ask me about some of the things in my apartment. It’s pretty hard to know what to grab without some direction.
Daddy answers, putting it on speaker. “Hey, Jameson. Did you make it to the apartment?”
“Yes, but there’s something Simone needs to know. Is she with you?”
Daddy glances at me, his brow furrowed. “Yes. She’s right here. She can hear you.”
“When we got here, there was a woman sitting on the floor outside the apartment. She says she’s been waiting for Simone to come home for two days. Says her name is Lillian, and she’s Simone’s sister.”
I gasp. “Lillian is there?” It’s a dumb question, but I can’t help but clarify.
Daddy is staring at me, confused. I’ve never mentioned my sister to him.
“Yes,” Jameson confirms. “I wasn’t going to give her any information without checking in with you first.”
I can’t even begin to process this information. I glance at Daddy.
“Give me a second,” Daddy says before muting the phone. “Do you want her to come here? This is your call, Little one. I didn’t know you had a sister.”
I chew on my bottom lip. I can’t believe Lillian is in Seattle. “I guess so. Is that okay? I mean, wait… Maybe I should talk to her first.”
Daddy unmutes the cell. “Can you put Lillian on the phone, Jameson?”
“Sure. Here you go.”
Lillian’s voice rings through, shocking me.
I haven’t spoken to her in four years, but it’s definitely her.
“Simone?” She sniffles. “I’m sorry to bother you.
I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I overheard Mom tell Dad she thought you were in Seattle a few years ago, so I came to find you. Can we meet up and talk?”
“Of course. Are you okay?” She sounds off. I can tell she’s upset. She keeps sniffling.
“Yes. I’m fine. I just… It’s a long story.”
I glance at Daddy.
He nods.
“My friends are there to get some things from my apartment because I’m staying somewhere else. How about if they bring you here?”
“Okay. If you trust them.”
“With my life,” I assure her.
“Okay. Thank you, Simone. I’ll see you soon.”
Jameson comes back on the line. “Given the circumstances, we’ll come straight there instead of packing some things.”
I know what he means. My apartment is full of my Little. Jameson has no idea how much Lillian knows about age play. I don’t really know either. “Thank you,” I tell him. I owe him big time for going out of his way to do me this favor and then having to taxi my sister here.
My sister… What the hell is she doing in Seattle?
Natasha gets on the phone. “Hey, Simone. I’ll go in and fill a small bag with the most important things we talked about. We’ll get more later.”
“Thank you,” I repeat. She’s so sweet. She knows I really want my stuffed animal off my bed and my favorite soft blanket that I snuggle with on the couch. I’ve gone more than a week without my most important Little things.
“We’ll see you soon,” Jameson says. He ends the call.
Daddy sets the phone down.
“Are you mad?” I ask.
His brow is furrowed again. “Simone, it’s not in my nature to be mad. Curious, yes. I have questions. But not mad.”
“But I haven’t told you about my sister.” I lift my hand to my mouth to bite down on my thumbnail.
Daddy circles my wrist and lowers my hand. “I also never asked. It sounds like you haven’t seen her in a long time.”
I nod. “Four years.”
“Then I guess there’s a story to go with that. You’ve barely mentioned your parents either, so I assume there’s a good reason for both.”
I look down and fidget my fingers in my lap.
Daddy turns off the movie we’ve been watching and stands, setting me on my feet. “Come, Little one. I think everyone is going to need some hot cocoa. Let’s make some.”
“Hot cocoa? It’s the middle of summer.”
He glances at me, his brows raised as though he’s stunned. “Hot cocoa is a comfort beverage. I don’t think there are rules about what time of year it must be consumed.”
I shake my head as I follow along with him. “Whatever. I tell you I have a sister, and all you have to say is, let’s make cocoa?”
He chuckles when we reach the kitchen. “That’s all I have to say, Baby girl. The rest is on you. Sounds like you’ve got about thirty minutes to tell me whatever you want to before your sister gets here.”
When we reach the sink, he grabs me around the waist, lifts me off the floor, and sets me on the counter. He pushes me back a few inches. “You’re not going to fall off, are you?”
“No, Daddy.” I roll my eyes.
He steadies me with one hand and pinches one of my nipples with the other.
“Hey…”
“No eye-rolling, naughty girl.”
I pout.
He presses his body against my knees and cups my boobs. “Do you want to change before they get here, Simone?”
I look down. Shit . That thought hadn’t even occurred to me. “You’d let me change?”
He lifts my chin. “Little girl, apparently, I have not been clear on how this dynamic works. Everything we do is a give and take. I’ll never ask you to do something you don’t want to.
” He holds up a finger and pauses. “Let me take that back. If I ever ask you to do something you’re not feeling, you should tell me.
My goal is to make you happy. To do everything in my power to make you smile.
You don’t submit to me unwillingly. You do so because you like how it feels.
You specifically have to like how it feels for me, in particular, to dominate you.
If we didn’t click, we wouldn’t be together. ”
I flinch and then grab his neck. “We click, Daddy.”
He grins. “I know we do. But I might make mistakes. No one is perfect. And right now, there is no way I would dictate what you should wear when your sister, whom you have not seen for four years, shows up at our house.”
I smile. “ Our house.”
“That’s right. Our house. Now, the clock is ticking. Jeans? Sweatshirt? Bra?”
I think for a second and shake my head. “This is me. I’m comfortable. If she doesn’t like what I’m wearing, f…”
“Careful.” He grabs my boobs again and gently grips my nipples with his thumbs and pointers. “Do I need to pinch these swollen, naughty buds?”
“No, Sir.”
“Want to amend your statement?”
“If she doesn’t like what I’m wearing, fudge her.”
“That’s better. You’re sure?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“If you change your mind, you may go upstairs and put something else on, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I drag him closer so I can kiss him, and then I mutter against his lips, “Will you pinch my nipples anyway? I kind of like it when you do.”
He laughs before he grips both buds tightly for a few seconds. “I’ve created a monster.”
I squirm. “A cute one, though, right?”
“Adorable. Now, give me the CliffsNotes version of what I need to know about your sister.” He steps away, heading for the fridge.
My tits ache, but it’s delicious. I shouldn’t be thinking sexy thoughts right now. I need to focus on what’s about to happen.
I take a deep breath. “So, I can’t begin to know why my sister is here. That’s a mystery. But I’ll tell you what I can.”
“Okay.” He pours milk into a pan. The man is making cocoa…from scratch? Could he get any sexier?
“So, I was about sixteen when I realized I was Little. I was interested in things that weren’t fitting for my age, and those feelings wouldn’t go away. To me, it was sort of like when someone gradually realizes they’re gay, I guess. I was having thoughts that didn’t fit societal norms.”
Daddy nods. “That’s insightful for such a young age.”
I shrug. “I didn’t really act on my thoughts for a while.
I didn’t even know how to. All I knew was that I daydreamed about playing with toys, wearing dresses like this one, having my hair in pigtails—like this—and sitting on a man’s lap.
I was afraid to tell anyone, and I didn’t.
I thought there was something seriously wrong with me. ”
“I’m sorry, Little one. That must have been scary.”
“Yeah. One day, I decided to do an internet search. I typed in all kinds of odd things until I found what I was looking for. I was so shocked. I didn’t have the word Little in my vocabulary.
But when I found blogs written by people who felt exactly like me, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
Finally, I had validation for my feelings and desires. ”
Daddy smiles. “How old were you then?”
“Maybe seventeen. My new-found information empowered me. If I could have joined a club then, I would have. But you have to be eighteen. So, I created a fake profile on one of the fetish sites and pretended I was nineteen. I got into chat groups and forums and learned so much. The more I discovered, the more I knew I was not crazy and that I needed to be true to myself. I bought some Little things. I kept a stash of coloring books and crayons in a box in my closet, and I started filling it with some clothes for Littles, a sippy cup, hair ribbons, and a doll. Not a lot of stuff because I didn’t want to get caught. ”
Daddy is frowning as he stirs the hot cocoa. The kitchen smells so good. He glances at me. “Go on, Baby girl.”
“One day, my mom found my stuff. I think she got suspicious about the amount of time I spent alone in my room, so she went through my things while I was at school. When I got home, she lost her shit. I tried to explain, but she wouldn’t listen.
She said my behavior was deviant and abhorrent.
That I needed to stop immediately. She made me throw my entire box in the trashcan and pull it to the street.
If I didn’t, she would take me to see a counselor. ”
Daddy’s jaw is tight, but he doesn’t say anything.
“I was scared. I knew she would not just take me to any counselor, but she’d choose someone who would never begin to understand me.
I was a senior in high school. I only needed to get through the end of the year.
I knew I would come into my inheritance when I turned eighteen, so I found a lawyer.
I made an appointment for the day I would turn eighteen, went to his office, and you know the rest of the story.
” I’ve already told him how I came into my money and left.
“What about your sister? How old was she?”
“She’s a year younger than me. So, she’s twenty-one now.
We were very different and never close. Growing up, we didn’t have anything in common.
There was no animosity, exactly. It’s just that we had different friends and interests.
We really grew apart when I realized I was Little.
There was no way I was going to share that with her.
I barely understood it myself. I couldn’t expect her to grasp the concept of such a niche fetish.
Besides, I wasn’t sure she wouldn’t rat me out to Mom and Dad. ”
Daddy turns off the burner and removes the cocoa from the hot stove. He comes to me and sets his hands on my thighs. “Do you think she knew you were Little?”
I shrug. “No idea. I certainly didn’t tell her. I also didn’t tell her I was leaving. I just left a note for my parents and disappeared.”
“Apparently, your parents must have known you were in Seattle at some point.”
I nod. Lillian implied that over the phone. “I’m just glad they never came after me. I suspect they wrote me off. They thought I was a freak and didn’t want to have anything to do with me. And good riddance.”
The doorbell rings, and I flinch.
Daddy brings his forehead to rest against mine. “I guess you’re about to get a lot of answers you don’t even have questions for.”
“Yeah.” I hold his shoulders as he lowers me to the floor. I’m scared out of my mind, but I have Daddy next to me. I’m going to survive this weird encounter with him by my side.