by Pepper North
He turned back to Lindy and picked up the tray for the highchair. Wrinkling his nose at the dust covering it as well, he grabbed a sponge from the sink. As he wet the sponge to wipe the detached tray clean, Lindy watched him carefully. When he was focused elsewhere, she softly shared, “I didn’t think anyone was lucky enough to be Little, really. I thought it was only people in books.”
He looked up at her as he dried the tray. “Littles exist all over the world. Only very lucky Daddies and Mommies find the perfect one to complete their lives.” Josiah approached with the tray and instructed, “Raise your hands up to press against the ceiling, Lindy.”
When she did, feeling a bit silly because she knew she couldn’t touch the ceiling, her Daddy slid the tray into place on the highchair. His hand cupped her small breasts, brushing her nipples with his thumbs. Lindy arched her breasts forward into her Daddy’s hands. That lip came out again as his hands slid away from her body.
Tapping her on that protruding lip, Josiah laughed deeply. “No pouting. It’s time for food, not sweet touches.” With a pat on her arm, Josiah turned and began pulling food from the refrigerator. “Look at all the yummy stuff that Shelby’s Daddies stocked our refrigerator with so we’d have something to eat. He pulled out a clump of grapes and washed those off in the sink before placing them on a paper towel on her tray. “Start with some yummy grapes, princess. Be careful. Don’t eat the stems,” he warned.
Lindy didn’t think she was hungry until she popped that first grape into her mouth. Then, her hunger struck. She ate several more grapes while Josiah made a couple sandwiches. She held a grape out to him. “Here, Daddy.” Josiah leaned over to allow her to put the grape in his mouth. He trapped the fingers between his white teeth and tickled her fingers with his tongue. Giggling, Lindy protested happily, “Daaaaaddy!”
Laughing, Josiah released her fingers and chewed his grape. He cut Lindy’s sandwich into fourths and set it on the tray in front of her. He opened a cabinet and pulled out two sippy cups. “Do you want pink or green, princess?”
“Mmmm, pink, please!” she said cheerfully. She watched him as he poured milk into the cup, snapped on the matching top, and placed it in front of her. “Mmmm, Daddy?” she asked hesitantly.
“Yes, Lindy?”
“I don’t like milk.”
“Little girls drink their milk so they will stay strong and healthy. Daddies drink their milk for the same reason,” Josiah said, taking a glass from the cabinet. To be a good model for her, he would drink milk as well. “Do you like chocolate milk better, princess?”
Lindy nodded her head enthusiastically.
“Lucky for you, your Daddy is magical.” He pulled out a bottle of chocolate syrup. Unfastening the top of her sippy cup, he poured some chocolate syrup into the plain milk. Putting the two pieces back together, he covered the holes in the sippy cup. “Abracadabra!” he announced in a theatrical voice as he shook the milk inside the cup. Setting the cup back on her tray, he waited for her to try it.
“Mmmmm! It’s so good, Daddy. Thank you!” She happily took another large drink before setting it down to pick up a sandwich quarter.
Josiah deliberately kept the conversation light during dinner. He wanted his Little girl to eat her food before they discussed the backpack and its contents. He asked Lindy lots of questions about her likes and dislikes and about her childhood. He shared information about himself and how he got involved in SANCTUM.
“I knew I was supposed to be a Daddy for a Little girl when I was in high school. I knew better than to reveal my desires in my small town. But once I went away to college, I had the opportunity to experiment and meet other people who felt the same way. My college roommate turned out to be the best friend I’ve ever had. His name is Greg Oldweiller. You’ll meet him someday. He’s the reason we all settled here in SANCTUM. It was his idea. He’d kept in touch with everyone, and he researched land that would be available for us to set up our community. Everyone contributed to the purchase, and we’ve all lent our specialized skills and knowledge to develop SANCTUM. Soon, we’ll all be here–along with our Littles, of course.”
“Little girls like Shelby and me?” Lindy asked, tipping her head back to drain the last of the chocolate milk from her cup.
“Little girls and Little boys as well,” Josiah answered as he stood to deal with the dishes.
Soon, the kitchen was put back in order. Josiah washed Lindy’s hands and face before unfastening the tray and helping his Little girl down to the floor. He led her out of the kitchen area and to the open sitting area. Lindy’s backpack sat on the coffee table in the middle of the room, where Josiah had left it.
He sat on the couch and lifted her to sit on his lap. Pulling the backpack onto the couch with them, Josiah asked, “Are you ready to open the parcel and see what Sam sent you?”
Lindy nodded slowly. She watched Josiah open the backpack and pull out the battered parcel. It had been through a lot in her backpack. She looked at her brother’s handwriting on the front and started to cry as her index finger traced the letters he had written on the crumpled, brown paper.
“Sam, you really did it this time, didn’t you?” she whispered before turning her head to rest at the hollow of her Daddy’s neck.
Josiah wrapped his arms around her and rocked her slowly. As her tears slowed, he carefully wiped her cheeks dry and kissed her softly. “Shall I get some scissors and open it carefully from the back, so you can hold on to the packaging?”
“Please!” She nodded. She wanted to hold on to the last connection to her brother, no matter what danger he had placed her in. She scooted to the side to let her Daddy stand and go find a pair of scissors. When he returned, she scrambled back onto his lap. She just felt better when she was close to him. She watched him carefully cut the back seam of the package and along the sides to open the package fully.
Astonished, they both looked at the contents of the parcel. There was a large vacuum-sealed packet of money, stacks of banded one hundred dollars bills. Lindy had never seen that much money in one place. She looked at Josiah. “I’ve been carrying that around with me? I would have killed me!” she declared. She watched, astonished as Josiah picked up the packet of money and began looking at the front and backs of the stacked bills that were showing through the packet. “What are you looking for?”
“I took a class a couple of years ago on how to identify fake money. I remember that on one-hundred dollar bills, the Liberty Bell on the back is designed to change color from copper to green to deter counterfeiters. The color is limited only to that symbol. I can’t see this too well through the filmy bag, but I don’t see the color change. Do you?” he asked, handing her the bag of money to look at carefully.
Shaking her head, Lindy said slowly, “I can’t believe you remembered a detail like that. Is it for all bills or just the one-hundred dollar bill?”
“Different bills have different things to look for included in their design. This is only for this denomination of money.” He took the packet from her and placed it back on the coffee table. “Sam sent you a small fortune in counterfeit money.”
She clasped her hand over her mouth and mumbled through her hand, “Oh my goodness! All this money just on my neighbor’s back patio. No wonder they ransacked Sam’s apartment and John’s car. Sam, how did you think you would be safe after taking this?”
“Whoever is looking for this has to be panicking now. We’re going to have to handle this very carefully. We’re obviously going to have to take this to the authorities,” Josiah said as he tried to come up with a plan to keep Lindy safe. “I’m going to talk to a buddy of mine who works for the Secret Service now. I think they are the ones who investigate counterfeiters. If not, he’ll know who we should contact. We’re safe for tonight. No one knows where you are. I’m tired, and I think you’re tired, too.” He looked at her for confirmation. Lindy nodded immediately.
“That settles it! I’ll go put this money in the safe in my office. We’ll know
it’s locked away, and then we can relax before bedtime,” Josiah decided. He stood and picked up the money. “Would you like to go with me to know where the money is?”
“No, Daddy. I don’t even want to know,” she definitively decided.
“Okay, princess. I’ll be back in a minute. You get comfortable, and we’ll watch a movie when I get back.”
Chapter 14
By the end of the animated movie, Lindy was snuggled against her Daddy’s chest snoring sweetly. She’d had such an eventful few days, Josiah knew his Little girl would need additional sleep to recover. He held her close to his body. She lay against him with absolute trust.
He couldn’t believe they had just met such a short amount of time ago. She had woven her way into his heart. Josiah’s world had already changed to focus on her. She was his Little girl. He would never let her go.
Moving slowly, he gathered her body on his lap and stood with Lindy in his arms. She grumbled slightly as she wiggled into a more comfortable position. Josiah smiled as he began to walk down the hallway. He paused at the entrance to her nursery. Shaking his head, Josiah realized he was not willing to have her away from him. He needed to make sure she was safe. She could sleep in her crib later.
Walking into the master bedroom, he entered the huge attached master bathroom. He turned the dimmer switch to illuminate the bathroom with the dim light. Talking to her softly, he woke her, so she could sit on the countertop. He set her bottom on the granite vanity before opening a drawer to find a new toothbrush. Quickly unwrapping it and dabbing on a bit toothpaste, Josiah set it aside as he tried to wake her up a bit more. He rubbed her back until her eyes opened sleepily. When her eyes were focused on him, he held the toothbrush up to her view.
“Let’s brush your teeth before bed, princess. Open your mouth.” He lifted the toothbrush away as she reached for it. “Let Daddy take care of you, Lindy. Open your mouth.” Obediently, she opened her mouth and allowed him to brush her teeth. At first, she was very self-conscious about having someone brush her teeth. After he showed her that he would be gentle, her eyes drifted back closed. When he finished, he used a paper cup to give her a drink. Helping her lean over to rinse out her mouth, he encouraged her to rinse the toothpaste out.
“Thanks, Daddy,” she mumbled as he lifted her back into his arms.
Josiah cradled her gently as he carried her back into the bedroom. He shifted to cradle her in one arm. Josiah pulled back the rich brown comforter to reveal the deep gold sheets. Folding back the top sheet, he laid Lindy in bed, covering her carefully, and smiled as she snuggled into her pillow. He had turned to go take a shower and brush his own teeth when he heard her rustling around slightly, calling, “Coco?”
“I know where she is hiding. I’ll be right back,” Josiah promised. He jogged back down the hall to the kitchen table and found Coco propped up in the chair. He picked up the stuffie to take it back to Lindy. “Coco, a Little girl needs you to sleep soundly.” He chuckled at himself. Now she has me talking to stuffed black cats. Totally worth it!
“Here, princess,” he whispered as he lifted the covers to put Coco into Lindy’s hand. He froze at the sight of Lindy’s hand pressed into the top of her diaper.
“It feels funny, Daddy. It’s all smooth,” she protested sleepily.
Josiah gently removed her hand from her diaper. “No touching, Lindy, without Daddy’s permission. It’s time to sleep. Not time to play.” He watched her think hard about his directions.
“You don’t want me to touch myself?” she asked hesitantly.
“No, princess. You need permission to play. Daddy’s in charge of your pleasure now.”
A few seconds passed as she considered that. Finally, she nodded. “Okay, Daddy. Daddy’s in charge,” she repeated before pulling Coco to her chest and closing her eyes.
“Good girl, princess,” he complimented her before leaning down to kiss the top of her hair. She had almost fallen back to sleep as he stood again. Josiah quickly walked to the bathroom, stripping off his clothes as he walked. After throwing his clothes in the hamper, he turned on the shower and stepped inside. Bowing his head under the warm water, he relaxed for the first time since he’d picked up the dehydrated Little girl on the side of the road. He knew they were safe inside SANCTUM tonight.
Tomorrow, he would talk to Jeremy and Beau while the Little girls got to know each other. They would need to up their level of surveillance until the men chasing Lindy were behind bars. Quickly, he finished his shower. After brushing his teeth too, he made a final pass through the house, locking it down securely. Then, he padded back into the bedroom. He did not sleep in clothes. His Little girl would get used to seeing his body. He climbed into bed and smiled for what seemed like the four hundredth time since she had come into his life as Lindy immediately wiggled over to curl up against his body.
Chapter 15
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” Lindy’s voice sounded urgent as she shook Josiah’s arm.
Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Josiah sat up. His Little girl stood beside his side of the bed. How did she get out of bed without me waking up? I must have been way too tired! “Princess, why are you out of bed?”
“I have to use the restroom, Daddy. The bathrooms are all locked. I looked all over the house. I can’t get the center out of the potty chair. Can you open one for me?” she asked urgently as she pulled his hand, trying to get him out of bed. She shrieked in surprise as he pulled her over his lap.
“Little girl, you are wearing all you need to potty.” He pressed firmly on Lindy’s back, compressing her tummy against his hard thighs.
“Daddy, no!” she protested before an “eeep!” squeaked from her mouth. “No!” she wailed.
Josiah heard the faint hiss of her body releasing her bladder into the padded diaper. He continued the pressure on her low back. “That’s a good girl. Use your diaper. I’ll get you all cleaned up when you’re finished.”
“I don’t want to,” she wailed.
“I know, princess. Being Little is hard. It will get easier,” Josiah comforted her. “Let it all out for Daddy.” When the sounds quieted, he asked, “Are you finished, Little girl?”
Sniffing, she hid her face in the covers. In a few seconds, she nodded.
Josiah lifted her into his arms and slid from the bed. He held her body against his chest. Her legs automatically curled around his waist. She hid her head against his chest. He could feel the wetness on her cheeks. His heart went out to the precious Little.
Carrying her into the empty nursery, he laid her back on the changing table and turned on a dim light. Josiah leaned over to kiss her lightly on her quivering lips before wiping the tears from her cheeks. “It will get easier,” he promised.
He raised her nightie, sweeping it up to reveal the gentle swell of the underside of her breast. Josiah worked quietly and efficiently to change her diaper. Removing the saturated diaper, he used a wipe to clean her skin. Lifting her bottom again, he placed a fresh diaper under her hips.
As he fastened the sides, she asked with unshed tears in her eyes, “Do you promise?”
“I promise, princess. Are you ready to go back to sleep?”
When she nodded, he picked her back up into his arms. “You’re not wearing any clothes, Daddy.” Lindy slid her hands softly over his bare shoulders and chest.
“You’ll get used to that, too, princess.” He smiled against her hair.
Returning to the bedroom, Josiah laid her tenderly in bed next to Coco. He slid under the covers to join her. Her automatic motion to cuddle next to him again brought a smile to his face. He wrapped an arm around her petite body, treasuring the feel of his Little girl next to him. When he felt her cool hand tentatively caress his stomach, Josiah’s body immediately reacted. He could feel his penis begin to twitch and lengthen in response.
“Daddy?” she whispered tentatively. “My bath helped. I don’t feel sore at all anymore.”
Josiah rolled over to pin her to the crisp sheets.
Without a word, his lips crashed down on her mouth. He forced her mouth open to plunder inside. The taste of his Little girl combined with the feel of her small curves under his body sped his physical response into overdrive. His fingers curled around the hem of her nightie and began to pull the soft material off.
Clinging desperately to her Daddy’s shoulders, Lindy moaned into his mouth. She protested wordlessly when he lifted his head to sweep her nightie off her body. The flutter of the material and a fleeing black stuffie over the side of the bed demonstrated his urgent need to see and touch her body. His response reassured her that Josiah was as attracted to her as she was to him. As his hands brushed over her body, Lindy dismissed any self-doubt. He wanted her, now!
Her hips arched toward him. Whimpering when the padded diaper muffled the feel of her body against his, Lindy’s fingers slid down his muscled sides to try to unfasten the protective garment.
“Let Daddy take care of you, Lindy,” his low voice growled in her ear as his fingers located the edges of the tape to release the sides. He slipped a hand under her back to lift her hips and remove the diaper completely. It joined the nightie, abandoned on the floor.
His mouth captured hers once again, this time soft and sweet as he romanced his Little girl, coaxing her to respond.
Lindy’s hands rose from his broad shoulders to thread her fingers through his thick hair. She pulled his head toward her, trying to deepen the kiss. His lips obliged by pressing hers apart to allow his tongue to sweep into hers once again. When he lifted his head, she begged, “Please, Daddy!” His low chuckle sent shivers through her body, his tone revealing his passion and delight in her response.
She felt his lip press against her slender neck. He searched and discovered small spots of sensitivity, bringing moans from her throat when his wet tongue glided over them. As his teeth closed over the nerve-rich site where her neck and shoulder met, Lindy’s hips rose once again to press against him. She could feel his rigid penis extending so long and thick against her thigh. Wiggling, she turned slightly to cradle that entrancing erection against her sensitive mound. She raised her hips to gyrate against him.