One Sweet Treat

by Pepper North

  The End

  Afterword

  If you’ve enjoyed this story, it will make my day if you could leave an honest review on Amazon. Reviews help other people find my books and help me continue creating more Little adventures. My thanks in advance. I always love to hear from my readers what they enjoy and dislike when reading an alternate love story featuring age-play. You can contact me on

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  For your reading enjoyment, my other age-play stories are:

  Dr. Richards’ Littles

  A beloved age play series that features Littles who find their forever Daddies and Mommies. Dr. Richards guides and supports their efforts to keep their Littles happy and healthy.

  Zoey: Dr. Richards’ Littles 1

  Amy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 2

  Carrie: Dr. Richards’ Littles 3

  Jake: Dr. Richards’ Littles 4

  Angelina: Dr. Richards’ Littles 5

  Brad: Dr. Richards’ Littles 6

  The Digestive Health Center: Susan’s Story

  Charlotte: Dr. Richards’ Littles 7

  Sofia and Isabella: Dr. Richards’ Littles 8

  Cecily: Dr. Richards’ Littles 9

  Tony: Dr. Richards’ Littles 10

  Abigail: Dr. Richards’ Littles 11

  Madi: Dr. Richards’ Littles 12

  Penelope: Dr. Richards’ Littles 13

  Christmas with the Littles & Wendy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 14

  Olivia: Dr. Richards’ Littles 15

  Matty & Emma: Dr. Richards’ Littles 16

  Fiona: Dr. Richards’ Littles 17

  Oliver: Dr. Richards’ Littles 18

  Luna: Dr. Richards’ Littles 19

  Lydia & Neil: Dr. Richards’ Littles 20

  A Little Vacation South of the Border

  Roxy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 21

  Dr. Richards’ Littles: First Anniversary Collection

  Jillian: Dr. Richards’ Littles 22

  Hunter: Dr. Richards’ Littles 23

  Dr. Richards’ Littles: MM Collection

  Grace: Dr. Richards’ Littles 24

  Tales from Zoey’s Corner - ABC

  Steven: Dr. Richards’ Littles 25

  SANCTUM

  Pepper North introduces you to an age play community that is isolated from the surrounding world. Here Littles can be Little, and Daddies can care for their Littles and keep them protected from the outside world.

  Sharing Shelby: A SANCTUM Novel

  Looking After Lindy: A SANCTUM Novel

  Protecting Priscilla: A SANCTUM Novel

  The Keepers

  This series from Pepper North is a twist on contemporary age play romances. Here are the stories of humans cared for by specially selected Keepers of an alien race. These are science fiction novels that age play readers will love!

  The Keepers: Payi

  The Keepers: Pien

  The Keepers: Naja

  The Keepers Collection

  The Magic of Twelve

  The Magic of Twelve features the stories of twelve women transported on their 22nd birthday to a new life as the droblin (cherished Little one) of a Sorcerer of Bairn. These magic wielders have waited a long time to take complete care of their droblin’s needs. They will protect their precious one to their last drop of magic from a growing menace. Each novel is a complete story.

  The Magic of Twelve: Violet

  The Magic of Twelve: Marigold

  The Magic of Twelve: Hazel

  The Magic of Twelve: Sienna

  The Magic of Twelve: Pearl

  The Magic of Twelve: Violet, Marigold, Hazel

  The Magic of Twelve: Primrose

  Other Titles

  Electrostatic Bonds

  Excerpt From Protecting Priscilla: A SANCTUM Novel

  Want to read the story where Samantha and Ben first meet? Here’s an excerpt from Protecting Priscilla!

  Mitch Davis poured the last of his coffee out of the large mug. Looking around his new house, he smiled with the satisfaction of someone that was finally where he wanted to be. He’d worked long hours for many years to create a business that he could run from a distance. Now, he had a group of managers that he had worked with for years and he paid them well. They would tend to his business as if it was their own.

  To his eyes, this new structure that he had built was ideal. Many years of planning had gone into its design. Still, though, the home was far from finished. Sure, the building structure was complete. There was nothing else to be installed or finished. But it lacked one vital component—his own little girl.

  No, not a daughter that he helped conceive and raise, but a Little. An adult woman who shared his tastes and desires. A woman who would allow him to care for her completely and would love him with all her heart. He had thought he’d found his Little a couple of times, but it hadn’t worked out. Each time, he had felt as if his heart would never recover.

  Shrugging his broad shoulders, Mitch rinsed his cup and stowed it in the dishwasher. Enough thinking about the past. It was time to build his future. He’d heard about a dating app to match Littles with a Daddy or Mommy. Mitch had filled out the application last night but hadn’t pressed the submit button on PLAYTIME yet. He’d send it tonight after he looked over his answers one more time.

  He grabbed his hat and stowed his gun in the holster at his back. As a second thought, he grabbed a couple of protein bars and put them in the breast pocket of his denim jacket. His emergency stash was empty in the SUV.

  The first thing on his list was to go check on that back gate. The sensor had been repeatedly triggered in the last few days. Mitch didn’t think an animal could avoid the strategically placed cameras each time. Anything that could judge the scan of the security camera to reach the gate without being filmed had to be human.

  Mitch closed his back door but didn’t lock it. He didn’t need to do that here. Building in SANCTUM meant security. There were only two gates in the tall fencing that surrounded the property. Only those men who he had known for years had access to enter, and they were welcome in his home. He had built his home here, trusting them with his friendship and the safety of the Little he hoped to find.

  Sliding into the seat of his SUV, Mitch smiled as he drove past the homes of the Little girls already in residence here at SANCTUM. Shelby and Lindy lived with their Daddies in the community. They loved living as a Little openly here with lots of uncles around to make sure that they were spoiled and watched over.

  More rooflines were springing up on the horizon as members of SANCTUM began settling into the age play community. This had been a dream of a group of men for many years, and now, it was being built. The thought popped into his mind that he bet in five years that they’d all be living here.

  He enjoyed the tranquility of the landscape as he traveled on the dirt road they’d cleared to each section of land and around the interior of the tall gate. As he approached the back gate, Mitch frowned to see a pile of dirt pushed inside the gate. It looked like an animal was digging a spot to wiggle under the massive iron barricade.

  It must be a dog. Nothing ticked him off more than crappy people who mistreated pets. Who would bring a dog out here into the middle of nowhere and dump him? Mitch parked and slid from the vehicle to take a closer look. He squatted by the gate and ran his fingers through the dirt.

  Something had definitely pushed the dirt through. Wait! An animal would dig the dirt toward them not push it away. He rocked back on his heels. This had to be someone. He looked around carefully for any clues. A small piece of grimy fabric had been captured by the metal support on the side of the gate. He removed it carefully and looked at it.

  Scrapping his thumbnail against the dirty fabric, he revealed a pale pink color. His shoulde
rs stiffened as he felt eyes on his back watching him. Mitch stood slowly and turned to face the sheltering trees. “I know you’re here. I’m not going to hurt you. Will you come out and talk to me? Maybe I can help,” he said gently in his deep voice.

  Silence met his offer. Waiting a full minute, he held up his hands to signal that he wouldn’t hurt her before moving slowly to pull out a protein bar from his pocket. “I don’t know how you got out here, but I’d bet you’re hungry. Come out and eat, sugar. I won’t hurt you.”

  Again, silence met his request. Feeling a little silly, Mitch sat down cross-legged on the ground. He could just be talking to nothingness. No, that’s not possible. I can feel her eyes. Mitch had survived his days as an Army Ranger in hazardous situations by merely relying on his gut. It was telling him now that she was watching. And that she was definitely female.

  He waited patiently, scanning the tree line for movement. Minutes passed. He held the protein bar on one open palm. His military time had been over for several years, but he didn’t think he’d ever lose the discipline that he had gained. He could outlast her apprehensions without any difficulty.

  A small female voice tried to sound gruff and masculine. It failed miserably. “Just leave the bar on the ground and leave. I’ll take it and go back under the gate.”

  “I think you’re hungrier than one protein bar. Come on out. You have my promise that I won’t hurt you. You don’t know me, but my promises mean something. I don’t make them often.” Mitch smiled at the direction where the voice had originated. His sharp, green eyes could make out a small figure sitting on a tree branch.

  After a long silence, she spoke again. “You promise?”

  “I do,” he answered immediately. He watched her awkwardly lower herself to the ground before hesitantly approaching the edge of the covering woods. When she stopped, obviously second guessing herself, he encouraged, “Come on now. I bet you’d drink some water as well. I have some in my SUV.”

  Slowly, the small figure emerged from the tree line. Her light brown hair was messy and grimy. She was thin, way too thin, as if she hadn’t eaten well for a long time. She held one arm awkwardly to her body as if she was hurt but trying not to let him know. She slowly approached and stopped about six feet away from him.

  “Can I really have that bar?” she asked with her big blue eyes riveted to the food.

  “Yes. Here, catch,” Mitch instructed as he gently tossed the bar her way. He didn’t like the way she held her arm against her body. He could tell immediately that her arm wasn’t the problem. At the least, she had several cracked ribs.

  She leaned forward eager to grab the bar but extended her arm out by mistake. With a cry of pain, she briefly leaned over to catch her breath as she pressed her arm back against her ribcage. All too soon, her hunger overcame the pain, and she reached carefully out to snatch the protein bar out of the dirt. Ripping it open with her small white teeth, the thin woman rammed half the bar into her mouth and began chewing as if desperately hungry.

  Mitch didn’t move. He wanted her to eat. He’d seen people in dangerous situations in the service when their food supply was compromised. They had this same glazed look in their eyes when they finally had something to eat. As she finished the first one in record time, he pulled out the second bar that he had tucked into his pocket.

  Tossing it to land gently in front of her, Mitch watched her fingers close urgently around the second bar. He could see her struggle to not rip it open immediately as well as she struggled not to eat all the food at the same time. She had been hungry long enough to know to hoard food for later.

  “If you won’t run away, I’ll get a bottle of water for you from the back of my car,” he asked, holding her gaze to try to assess whether she would run away. When she slowly nodded, he stood and walked to the back hatch to get a bottle of water.

  Returning with two, he stopped a few feet away as he watched her muscles flex in preparation to jump to her feet. Mitch gently asked, “May I bring this to you? I promise I won’t hurt you.”

  “You promise?” she warily asked.

  “I promise, sugar.” Mitch walked slowly forward and set it on the ground within her arm’s length before backing up a couple of steps to sit on the ground near her. He opened his bottle of water and took a drink to show her it was okay.

  Instantly, she reached for the water and took a big drink. Choking on the dry protein bar and the gulp of water, tears streamed from her eyes as she tried to swallow. One hand frantically brushed away the tears as she struggled to see.

  “Take it easy, sugar. Take some small sips. It’s been a while since you’ve had something to eat and drink,” he quietly observed.

  She nodded her head as she followed his directions. The small swallows worked better for her. “Thanks,” she whispered. The silence stretched between them as she drank slowly as her fingers crinkled the wrapper of the bar in her hand.

  Mitch could tell that she was still ravenous but forcing herself not to devour the second bar. “I hope you’ll tell me sometime how you got out here. We’re pretty isolated from the surrounding towns. But, I’m more concerned that you are hurt. Will you let me take you home to help bandage your ribs? You can leave any time you wish. In fact, I’ll take you wherever you’d like to go.”

  Her hand had automatically reached across her chest to press against her ribs. She looked at him suspiciously. “I’m okay,” she tried to bluff.

  “Your ribs aren’t. I’d say you’ve fractured at least two on your right side. They need to be tended,” he responded without elaborating about the risk of puncturing a lung. She’d either let him help her or not. Mentally, he crossed his fingers. She had to let him help her.

  Slowly, her shoulders slumped wearily. “Okay. But I’m not going to thank you with anything funny. You know, sexual favors.” She glared at him suspiciously.

  “Understood. Drink, little one. Go ahead and eat the second bar. I’ll feed you whatever you like after I wrap your ribs.” Watching her immediately follow his directions and tear into the bar, his head rocked back slightly as it hit him. She followed directions automatically… just like a Little. He took a deep breath and forced his jumping heartbeat to slow back down.

  She scrutinized him carefully as she took a large bite from the bar. “Who are you? What is this place?” she asked, waving the bar with her left arm.

  “This is SANCTUM, and my name is Mitch Davis.”

  “I read the sign outside. What is SANCTUM?” she demanded before shoving the last bite into her mouth.

  “SANCTUM is exactly what its name states. It’s a sanctuary for people away from the mainstream world. It is a community that my friends and I have been dreaming of and working to establish for a long time,” Mitch said honestly. “Are you ready to go to my house so I can patch you up?”

  “You’re not going to hurt me?” Her pointed question went right to his heart. What type of people was she used to dealing with?

  “I’m not going to hurt you.” He steadily held her gaze, allowing her to see the sincerity in his eyes. “Will you tell me your name?”

  “Priscilla,” she whispered.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Priscilla.” Mitch slowly stood and reached a muscled arm out to help her up. When she was on her feet, he stepped back to avoid crowding her. “Come on, sugar, your coach awaits.” Gesturing to the large SUV, the very fit ex-soldier noted that the young woman painfully leaned over to pick up the empty water bottle and a scrap of one wrapper.

  He allowed her to proceed him to the vehicle. Opening the door for her, Mitch watched her hesitate. “I won’t hurt you, sugar. You have my word.” Her eyes searched his face before nodding and gingerly climbing into the SUV.

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  Excerpt From The Magic of Twelve: Violet

  Violet DuMass dropped her purse on the entryway table and shrugged her coat from her shoulders. She was a little tipsy from the happy hour margarita that she had enjoyed with
a group of colleagues after work to celebrate her twenty-second birthday. Turning, Violet double checked that the deadbolt on the door was locked. Her shoulders sagged a little in relief. She’d had a strange feeling that someone had been watching her today. She kept looking over her shoulder and around the office building, but she never caught anyone looking at her strangely.

  Breathing a sigh of relief, she walked down the hall unbuttoning the pale pink blouse her mother had sent her for her birthday. It was one of the only clothing presents that she had ever received from her mother that she would actually wear. “Maybe her taste is improving,” Violet laughed at the thought. As she approached her bedroom door, she reached down and pulled off her high heels. Wiggling her toes in relief, she walked into her room and put the heels in her closet.

  Something caught her eye. A strange fluttering motion seemed to ripple in the antique mirror that she had brought with her when she moved out of her parents’ home. She’d always loved the gilt frame that encircled it. Heavens knows as a teenager she’d spent enough time peering into it, hoping to be transformed into a ravishing beauty magically.

  As she walked forward to look closer, Violet saw her reflection. Still no ravishing beauty but she considered herself nice to look at with long deep brown hair and the eye-catching violet eyes that had inspired her name. Her lips were full and usually smiled with an enjoyment of life. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes and leaned closer.

  There! There it was again. It looked like a butterfly was trying to flutter its way through the mirror. Violet reached a tentative hand up to the mirror and touched the cool surface. A dramatic flash of light burst around her, and Violet felt herself pulled forcefully through the mirrored surface.