by Amy Cummings
“Is your little pussy dripping?” he asked.
Kinsley had to wait for an overwhelming sense of pleasure to wash over her and slide away before she could muster up the words to respond. Even then, her answer was faint.
“Yes, Daddy. It’s wet for you.”
Raymond reached into her panties—the only thing she still wore—and slid a finger in her passage.
“Good girl,” he said.
“Daddy, may I have two fingers, please?”
“Like this?” Raymond said as he added a finger inside her wet walls.
She rocked on her feet and moaned. It was getting harder to stand.
“Yes, Daddy. Like that! I need to cum!”
Raymond walked to the couch, forcing Kinsley backward. Once she bumped it, he slid her panties off and then gently pushed her down. She landed on the middle cushion softly and spread her legs.
Raymond was on his knees, working two fingers deep inside while his thumb slid across her clit.
She raised her legs in a series of involuntary spasms before her whole body quaked and she came loudly.
Raymond didn’t give her any time to recover. He was in need and Kinsley would have to comply.
“Turn over,” he said. “Bottom up.”
She did so, only to receive a hard smack that shocked her back to the moment and heightened her pleasure. Raymond’s cock was out—hard and throbbing with need. Kinsley cried out loudly as he split her wide open.
She had never felt his cock that hard—like forged steel with a hot core, ready to dismantle her.
“From now on, you have one job, little girl,” Raymond said through gritted teeth.
“Yes, oh…yes, Daddy?”
Raymond gave her three hard thrusts before answering.
“Opening whichever hole Daddy tells you to. You understand?”
He smacked her bottom again, causing her to whelp.
“Yes, Daddy. Oh, I’ll be a good girl!”
Raymond opened his mouth to speak, but only an intoxicated groan came out.
Kinsley looked over her shoulder, showing Raymond the fire burning in her eyes.
It sent the man over the edge.
He pounded her furiously. He rocked his body hard and fast.
Kinsley lost control of her body and fell limp against the couch. The room was spinning as Kinsley screamed. She spurted all over the couch, but neither she nor Raymond were of a mind to care. She came two times before Raymond opened up and filled her with his essence.
It was ten minutes before their breathing returned to normal and either one could speak.
“What was that?” Raymond said.
Kinsley looked into his eyes. A smile parted her lips before the two burst into uncontrollable laughter.
“Can we do that again tomorrow?” Kinsley said.
“How many times?” Raymond said.
The two kissed as they got situated in bed. That night, they once again fell asleep close to one another, drifting away only after staying up too late and talking.
And it was wonderful.
Chapter Twenty-Two
After that night, the week played out normally, although both Kinsley and Raymond could not stop thinking of what had happened. Sexy texts flew back and forth, and Raymond once again had trouble concentrating at work. The delightful images Kinsley sent him did not help any. There were plenty of images revealing Kinsley in her bra and panties—and less. That kept Raymond preoccupied daily. He was wound up tight, hearing maybe a third of what was said in the endless meetings.
His racing mind came at the worst time professionally as the partners were stressing the critical nature of the case they were litigating. To Raymond, he just heard, “Blah, blah, blah.”
Kinsley was excited about the party and couldn’t stop talking about it. It was that fact that made Saturday afternoon all the more difficult.
The call ended and Raymond threw his work cell in disgust. It landed against the wall with a hard, audible crunch. He hoped it wasn’t broken, but at that moment he did not particularly care.
He stood up and paced the bedroom.
Of all the nights to call a meeting.
It was a Saturday evening, for goodness sakes.
Raymond kicked a pillow on the floor, sending it flying to join the phone.
Kinsley came out of the bathroom, all smiles, and stopped to await Raymond’s reaction. The sight caused Raymond to smile for a moment, but it was short-lived.
“You don’t like it?” she asked.
She looked adorable. Wearing a baby doll dress that barely covered her bottom, and her hair in pigtails with pink bows, she looked every bit the part of a Little ready for play.
She twirled. “And look.”
She lifted her skirt to reveal frilly pink panties.
“I love it,” Raymond said. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he chose his next words. “Sweetheart, I might be a little late to the party. I won’t be long. Just late.”
It was Kinsley who now frowned. “What? Why?”
Raymond stammered before forming the response. “The partners just called a big meeting. I’m sorry.”
Raymond winced as he saw Kinsley’s eyes moisten. He knew she was trying to hold it in. He rushed to her and put his arms around her.
“Honey, it’s only for a little bit.”
“I know how long a little bit is,” she grumbled. “It’s okay.”
Raymond sighed and pulled away. He started pacing again. “Honey, sometimes real life happens. This is work.”
“It’s always work!” she said.
“That’s not true! And when I work, by the way, I work for us. You know the cost of living in this state. You know the price of staying afloat and getting ahead.”
Kinsley shook her head in frustration. “I told you I don’t care about money. Why do you think I stick with you even though I’m usually ignored? Because I love you, Raymond. Because the time I do get with you is worth it. I keep thinking maybe you’ll get tired of devoting so much time to the firm and will want to come home. I thought that’s what was happening…”
Raymond held up a finger and pointed to Kinsley. “I give you everything you want. I’m letting you have a Dom, for crying out loud. I try to keep you happy.”
Kinsley started crying. Her chest heaved as tears cascaded down her cheeks. “I’d trade everything for you. I just wish you felt the same way about me.”
She ran from the room, leaving Raymond by himself. He let out a groan—more like a roar—and kicked at the carpet.
“Damn it!” he said.
He knew he’d messed up. Kinsley had been looking forward to the party all week. This night was special to her and he’d ruined it.
He walked into the living room to find Kinsley sitting on the couch, hugging a pillow and sobbing into it.
“Kinsley, I’m sorry. I’ll only give them an hour. Go on to the party and I’ll meet you…”
“I’m not going,” Kinsley said. “Just go.”
“You can’t miss the party!” he said.
“Go!” she said.
Raymond started to speak once more but realized the discussion was over.
And he realized he’d hurt Kinsley bad.
He stomped to his car, started it, and pulled out of the driveway. He stopped in front of Braxton’s house and called to the man.
Braxton, who was adjusting a sprinkler head in the yard, stood up and waved.
“Everything okay?”
“I’ve been called into work. Just for a bit. Do you mind checking on Kinsley? She’s pretty upset and doesn’t want to come to the party.”
Braxton pursed his lips together. He nodded. “Yeah. Sure.”
Raymond thought of the conversation they’d had a few nights back. The choice. Putting the right things first. Getting priorities straight.
Even though Braxton didn’t say anything, Raymond couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. He’d obviously not taken the man’s advice, even though he knew
it to be right.
“Thanks. Look, I’ll be back soon. If you can just get her to the party.”
Braxton nodded again.
Raymond gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove away.
“Good job, asshole,” he said to himself. “Good job.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
“I’ll just stay here, but thank you for checking on me,” Kinsley said.
She was doing her best not to cry in front of Braxton.
Braxton’s phone dinged. He checked it and smiled.
“Some friends of mine just arrived. I’d like you to at least meet them. It would be a shame if no one saw you looking this cute.”
For the first time since the fight with Raymond, Kinsley smiled. It only lasted a few seconds.
“If I were cute, Raymond would have stayed.”
“No, no, sweetheart,” Braxton said. “It has nothing to do with you. And don’t count him out yet. I have a feeling he’ll see the light.”
“You don’t think he’s a lost cause?” Kinsley said.
“Not at all,” Braxton said. “Trust me.”
Kinsley shrugged.
“Come, sweet girl. Meet my friends. If you still want to stay home after that, I’ll personally walk you back here and get you settled in.” He winked.
“I guess I could do that,” she said. “But I’ve been crying. I probably look awful.”
“No, honey. You look as cute as ever. Now come with me. I have a feeling you’ll like these friends.”
“It’s not London and Sydney?” she asked.
Braxton chuckled. “No. They’re coming tonight, though. I expect you to be on your best behavior.”
Kinsley giggled.
She walked hand-in-hand with Braxton to his house. When she rounded the corner to the porch and saw his friends, she stopped and squealed.
“Who is this cutie?” the man said.
“I like your dress!” the Little with him said. She clapped her hands as she smiled.
“It’s you!” Kinsley said, pointing at the tall, muscular man.
“I am me, yes.” His smile was easygoing and disarming. Despite his large size, he was not intimidating.
“I mean, you’re…Grant Baker!” Kinsley said.
“Sure am,” he said. “And this is my sweet Little, Sadie.”
Sadie curtsied with a giggle.
“You’re on my list,” Kinsley said.
She winced.
“List?” Grant said.
“Uh, my list of…favorite actors.”
“Oh, well thank you very much,” Grant said. “That means a lot to me.”
“Let’s go inside,” Braxton said. “The other guests should be here soon.”
Grant and Sadie walked in first. Kinsley leaned in and spoke from the side of her mouth to Braxton. “You didn’t tell me you know a movie star!”
“I manage his investment portfolio,” Braxton said.
“Uh, do you know anyone else famous?” she said.
“Just wait and see, cutie.” He winked.
“You mean, they’re coming here tonight?” Kinsley said.
“It’s a party, isn’t it?” Braxton said.
Kinsley laughed. She could not believe that Grant Baker was a Daddy! She wondered who else she’d meet before the night was over.
She didn’t have to wait long for the answer.
People started streaming in. Kinsley wanted to text Raymond and tell him of the excitement, but she decided not to. He probably didn’t care anyway. A party couldn’t compete with the exciting world of high-stakes corporate litigation.
“Kinsley, I’d like you to meet Kyle and Traylor,” Braxton said.
“Traylor Rose!” Kinsley said. She felt silly but could not hide the fact that she was starstruck.
“Hi!” Traylor said. “I love your dress and your pigtails!”
“Thank you,” Kinsley said bashfully. “I like your dress, too.”
Traylor’s dress didn’t quite cover the bulky diaper and plastic panties she wore. A binky was clipped to her dress. She was a beautiful Adult Baby and Kinsley was impressed with how open she was about it. True, she was with trusted friends. Kinsley was the only stranger in the bunch, but Braxton was vouching for her. Still, Traylor was a world-famous movie star. She was idolized on the big screen. Here, though, she was at ease as a Little.
“Are you here with a Mommy or Daddy?” Kyle asked.
He was trim, fit, and handsome. Kinsley didn’t recognize him from the movies, but he would have been right at home in them.
“My boyfriend had to, uh, go to work,” Kinsley said with a hint of embarrassment.
“Well, we are glad you’re here,” Kyle said. “Any friend of Braxton’s is a friend of ours.”
“That goes for us, too,” the voice said.
Kinsley turned to see another member of Hollywood Royalty with a Little in tow. Victor Dalton was more of an actor than Grant Baker. Grant was one of the highest paid guys in the business, but he’d gotten rich off action pictures. Shootouts, car chases, and explosions were his specialty. Vic, on the other hand, was bringing in Oscars. With his easygoing charm and dashingly handsome looks, he was like something right out of Tinsel Town’s Golden Age.
His Little, Evie, was adorable. She looked embarrassed, though.
“I have a Little with wet pants and a leaky Mommy,” Vic said with a chuckle.
“We had to go by the studio, so I had to dress like a big girl and I had to pee-pee really bad and I couldn’t hold it and I had an accident,” Evie said as she cast her gaze downward in embarrassment.
She’d soaked her jeans, all the way down the pantlegs.
Braxton had come to greet his guests. He hugged Little Evie. “Aww, sweetie. It’s okay. Littles have accidents sometimes.”
“I need to get her changed,” Vic said. He patted the diaper bag that hung on his shoulder.
“And I need to pump!” the lady with them said.
She was full-figured and matronly in that “hot, suburban mom” sort of way. She wore two wet patches on her shirt. “Never a dull moment,” she said with a humorous sigh.
“Hi, Diana,” Braxton said. He hugged her. “I’d like you all to meet Kinsley. This is her first party.”
“Hi, Kinsley,” Diana, Evie, and Vic said in unison.
“She’s a doll!” Diana said. She stepped forward and smiled warmly into Kinsley’s eyes. “Oh, I could just eat you up! You’re precious.”
Kinsley felt at ease in the presence of the woman. Braxton could sense it.
“Diana, Kinsley has had a rough night. I bet she could use some girl time.”
“Of course,” Diana said. “Honey, would you like to talk to me while I pump. It won’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you.”
Kinsley loved the idea. She didn’t know Diana but the way she felt instantly at ease made her want to stick close to the woman.
“I’d love that,” Kinsley said.
“You can use the guest room,” Braxton said.
“I know the way,” Diana said. “It’s so good seeing you again, Braxton. We need to get together more often.”
They hugged again before Diana took Kinsley to the guestroom.
“Are you sure it won’t bother you if I pump?” Diana said. She began unloading her bag and spreading the items out on the bed.
“I’m sure,” Kinsley said. “Do you have a baby?”
Diana laughed. “Not in the traditional sense. I nurse Littles.”
“Oh!” Kinsley said.
“I know, it’s a lot to take in,” Diana said. “Especially for someone new to the lifestyle. How long have you been a Little?”
Diana took the corner chair and Kinsley sat on the bed.
“To be honest, I wasn’t even sure I was a Little. It’s only been a bit over a week since I started.”
Kinsley watched as Diana took her shirt off to reveal plump, ripe breasts barely contained by the nursing bra she wore. She opened the flaps on both cups.
Her nipples were engorged with droplets of milk already hanging low and threatening to fall. She attached the suction cups on both sides and sighed thankfully as they began drawing her milk. The machine hummed in the background as she and Kinsley continued the conversation.
“I’ve read so many books about Littles,” Kinsley said. “I was curious. When I realized Braxton was a Daddy Dom, I had to experience it for myself. Here I am.”
“I see,” Diana said. “With all the Age Play books out on Kindle, everyone wants to be us now.” She winked.
Kinsley giggled.
“Welcome to the community,” Diana said. “Our band is a pretty tightknit bunch. I think you’ll feel right at home with us.”
The bottles slowly filled with milk as the two women continued to talk.
“Your outfit is adorable,” Diana said, “but I see there’s no diapee on that cute bootie. How do you identify as a Little? Or do you know yet?”
Kinsley thought about it. “To be honest, I’m not sure. Uncle Braxton put me in diapers once because I acted like a baby.”
“What did you think?” Diana said.
“I think I’m not a baby because it was an effective punishment. It was so embarrassing! I probably identify as an Adult Kid and not an Adult Baby. I never realized there were so many different kinds of Littles.”
“Oh yeah,” Diana said. “The lifestyle isn’t cookie cutter. There’s a lot of freedom. Do it how you want.”
“Everyone I’ve met so far is very nice,” Kinsley said.
“But something is eating away at you,” Diana said. “I can sense it. What’s wrong, honey?”
Kinsley briefly pondered how much she should share but then decided to spill it all. She trusted Diana. There was an instant connection that had her at ease.
Kinsley told Diana all the details, talking for fifteen minutes or so before finally stopping to take a good breath.
“Sorry,” she said. “Kind of a lot.”
“Don’t be,” Diana said. “Thank you for sharing. I can see why you’re upset. I think Raymond loves you. Maybe providing for you is how he shows it. He might be speaking the only love language he knows.”
“But I’ve told him time and time again,” Kinsley said.