His touch and caresses prolonged those sensuous contractions until she lay panting before him. Only then did Dallas raise his lips from her body. His tongue tasted her one last time, as if he could hardly pull himself away. Shivering in reaction, Rylee’s fingers lightly tugged his soft hair before releasing her hold.
As her Daddy sat back on his heels from his place on the floor between her widely spread thighs, Rylee struggled to make her uncoordinated muscles obey as she propped herself up on her elbows. He moved closer and pulled her up into his arms, holding her tight. Rylee felt him drop a hundred kisses on her forehead and over the top of her head.
Her eyes closed, with tears squeezing out between the lids. How will I ever live without him in my life? She had known him for such a short time, but already he had rescued, punished, and now, pleasured her. She had thought she needed a Daddy in her life before coming to the Castle. Now she knew she didn’t need a Daddy. She needed this Daddy.
“We’ll figure this out, sweetness. I promise,” Dallas whispered to her as he wiped away the tears clinging to her long lashes. “I promise.”
Chapter 10
D allas wrapped his Little back into a diaper as he assured her that he would allow her to bring him pleasure as well. He knew that once they were joined, he would never be able to let her go. It seemed impossible that he would be so closely bonded to someone who had entered his life only that morning. Somehow he knew, just like he had known on the bus, she was his Little.
The serious conversation would need to wait. He did not wish to frighten her away. Quickly dressing her tempting, rounded body in the pinafore, Dallas unfastened the braids that had become frayed during her nap and her restlessness after being changed. He was not as skilled as the talented Wardrobe mistress had been in fixing Littles’ hair, but he was competent. A small voice in the back of his mind advised that he would get better with practice.
As he braided, Dallas insisted on meeting the stuffed elephant that Rylee had packed in her suitcase. With a touch of embarrassment that tinged her cheeks enchantingly, she introduced him to Fanté, stressing the fancy French accented é as she spelled the name for him. Dallas had to smile. The stuffie had obviously been around for many years. It was not a childhood toy but had been a reassurance to his Little in her adulthood.
Setting Fanté carefully in the crib, Dallas hustled his Little from the room. As part of the grand reopening of the Castle, there were fireworks tonight. With a quick call to the Café during Rylee’s nap, he had arranged for a light picnic dinner. After their delayed lunch, neither of them would be hungry for a heavy meal. Cheese, crackers, and fruit would be a great snack. A bottle of juice and a small carafe of wine finished out his order.
With the wicker basket in one hand and securely holding the hand of his easily distracted Little with the other, Dallas negotiated through the guests, who were beginning to gather outside for the festivities. He accepted a blanket that a helpful Little Maid offered and spread it out in an open spot on the lawn. Helping Rylee settle onto the soft fabric, Dallas sat down behind her to hold her close.
The fall breeze was cool. He realized that he should have wrapped her in a blanket before bringing her outside. Worriedly, he asked, “Are you too cold, sweetness? I can get another blanket for you.”
“You’re hot, Daddy,” she answered, nestling against his hard torso before a pink blush became visible in the dwindling light. She had realized that her words could have two meanings.
Chuckling, he wrapped his arms around her before whispering in her delicate ear, “I’ll just have to keep you close.” He pressed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck before beginning to unpack their picnic dinner. Dallas sipped a glass of wine, savoring the full-bodied vintage as he lovingly fed his Little until she could eat nothing else.
Then, they settled down to lie spooned together on the blanket as the darkness deepened to create a pocket of privacy around them. His Little rolled onto her back to look up to the sky as the fireworks began. As she gasped at the beautiful light display, he slipped the nipple of her bottle into her mouth. To his delight, she didn’t question the container but began to pull strongly on the bottle’s nipple as the refreshing juice slid down her throat. This time, he could only count on his eyes to capture the delightful picture that she made.
Rustles and moans of pleasure revealed that many of the spectators were becoming distracted from the light show above them. The new Daddy watched his Little carefully to make sure she was not disturbed by the erotic activities. In the darkness, with a tummy filled with the picnic dinner, Rylee began to yawn, delicately at first and then widely. Dallas watched, captivated, as she tumbled once again into sleep.
As the fireworks ended, he stood with his precious bundle sheltered against his warmth. The cute Little Maid who had provided the blanket shooed him away with gestures indicating that she would take care of the remains of the picnic as well as the blanket. With a slight nod, Dallas quietly thanked her and walked carefully around the scattered couples who were enjoying the night together.
With a smirk, he decided that some would most likely spend the remainder of the night outside. Wrapped in pleasure, the couples were not deterred by the cool breeze. Dallas appreciated the sensual displays before him but was not tempted to linger and watch. He’d found his Little. No one could distract him from caring for his precious Rylee.
Chapter 11
M oving through the quiet halls, Dallas smiled to himself. While the adult guests were just beginning their evenings filled with erotic delights, he bet that most Littles would soon be tucked into their beds. Late nights were tiring for them.
Letting himself into their room, he placed his precious princess on the wide bed. Deciding that she would need a bath before being tucked in, he moved to the bathroom to begin filling the large tub. As the water gushed, he returned to the bedroom to strip off his clothes. His body was on a razor’s edge around her. Glancing down at the thick erection that pressed urgently against his abdomen, he grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist to avoid startling her.
Delicately, the large man removed her shoes. Rolling her to lie on her side, he unfastened the ruffled pinafore. When Rylee fussed a bit, he began to sing softly to her. Making up the words as he undressed her, he told her how beautiful she was and how happy he was to have found her. Even half asleep, she smiled at the funny bits of the song and caught her breath when his lyrics were suggestive or appreciative.
Before removing her diaper, Dallas pressed low on her tummy to help her empty her bladder. This time, distracted by the song and her sleepiness, Rylee didn’t protest as she had resisted before. Using her diaper did, however, motivate her to intensify her struggle to wake up. Her sleepy blue-green eyes widened into alertness as she realized that he had taken off his clothing as well. Lingering on the trail of hair that led down beneath the towel, her gaze traced the muscles of his torso.
Dallas lifted her into his arms when she was finally nude and carried her into the bathroom where the warm water awaited. His timing was perfect. He set her feet on the bathmat to turn off the water. Whisking his towel away, the large man turned to lift his Little into the water.
“Wait!” Rylee held her hand out to stop him. Never in her life had she seen a man whose body was built like Dallas’. He was honed to perfection, and the Little stared at the muscular figure before her. His arms bulged with strength, and his torso was chiseled. Her eyes continued to trace the grooves under his skin until…
“Holy crap!” she breathed. His penis jerked under her scrutiny. In disbelief, Rylee reached a hand out to touch it—just to make sure it was real. She’d seen massive erections in erotic photos but had never believed them. Her cool fingers wrapped around his hot, throbbing shaft. His low moan made her gaze jump to his face. There was no doubt that he was enjoying her touch. His rough-hewn features were again transformed into an expression Rylee found even more attractive than his smile. He wanted her.
Self-consciously, the Little su
cked in her pooching tummy and turned slightly at a diagonal, hoping that worked at being slimming in real life as well as it did in photos. How could this handsome man be interested in me? she wondered. Her hand released his penis as she stepped away.
“No!” His protesting growl made her freeze. In one step, Dallas picked Rylee up in a massive bear hug, pressing her tightly to his body. “Do not step away from me, little girl. I have waited for years to find my perfect Little. I will not lose you now.”
“I’m not very p-perfect,” she stuttered. “You’re so fit and in shape.” Her hands swept over the bulging muscles in his shoulders. With eyes focused on his chest, she muttered, “I’m not.”
Her hands flew around his neck as Dallas stepped into the tub. Scared to make him lose his footing, she froze in his arms as he leaned over to sit her in the tub and then settled into the warm water as well. Immediately as he sat, his thick arms wrapped around her body and lifted her onto his lap to squeeze her tightly to his chest.
“You are perfect, sweetness. I knew immediately that you were mine. My intuition didn’t focus on the size of your breasts or your bottom. You were mine,” he repeated. “Your enchanting body is an amazing plus.”
“Dallas…” she started to argue with him. She knew that she had twenty pounds—okay, a lot more than that—to lose.
“No. I do not wish to hear that I can’t be attracted to you. You have seen my body’s reaction to being close to you. I can’t fake that. You. Are. My. Little,” he stressed those last four words as if they were chiseled in stone.
“Really?” she whispered.
His mouth took hers. As his lips glided over hers, Rylee opened her mouth under his to allow him to take possession. She shivered against his mass as his seductive kisses convinced her more emphatically than words ever could. Wrapping her arms around his neck, the newly claimed Little leaned forward eagerly. She pushed her doubts out of her mind. She was here to live her dreams and fantasies without fear or distrust. Rylee was going to enjoy her Daddy’s attention as long as she could.
Chapter 12
T earing his mouth from hers, Dallas whispered huskily, “Let me bathe you, sweetness. Close your eyes.” She heard a soft sound before his hands gently caressed her face and neck. “Such a pretty baby,” he complimented, carefully rinsing her skin clean. “Sorry if my hands are a bit rough.”
Her eyes fluttered open to see him pick up the soap once again.
“I do a lot of weight lifting,” Dallas explained as he rubbed the bar between his large hands before beginning to spread the thick lather over her body. His hands were calloused, scratching her lightly through the creamy suds. The contrast made her shiver in delight.
Held across his lap, Rylee leaned back to rest against the side of the large tub. There was plenty of room for her curves and her Daddy’s strong body. She held her breath as his hands smoothed the lather over the upper slopes of her full breasts. Her eyes shot to his face, trying to judge his reaction to touching her. The fierce, masculine hunger written over his face thrilled her.
Reassured one more time of his attraction to her, the Little closed her eyes with a moan as his hands cupped her breasts. That moan deepened as his rough thumbs brushed over her beaded, sensitive nipples. Inching slowly down her abdomen, her Daddy continued to soap her body, cleaning her meticulously. As his fingers approached the trimmed curls between her legs, Rylee’s breath caught in her lungs. She knew the pleasure of his touch and could not wait to feel his caresses again.
“No!” she cried when his hand lifted from her body.
“Shhh, little girl. Daddy will touch all of you soon,” he assured her as he lifted one of her legs from the water to wash carefully from her ticklish toes to the top of her thigh. Again, his hands just brushed the area where she wished to feel his fingers the most. Repeating his care to her other leg, Dallas tended to his Little.
Rylee squealed just a bit when Dallas next lifted her to straddle his pelvis. As he finished washing her arms, she began to spread the lather from her hands over his broad chest. She could feel the rumble coming from deep inside him as she touched him with delight. When he pulled her closer so he could wash her back, Rylee rubbed her body against his to transfer the bubbles to his skin. As she felt her nipples being lightly abraded against the scattered fur over his chest, she scooted closer.
His strong arms wrapped around her, squeezing her tightly against him, “You’re playing with fire, little girl,” he growled.
When she daringly wiggled against him, one arm lifted her slightly up from his lap. Whack! His hard hand smacked sharply against her wet flesh, making her gasp.
Before she could protest, she felt the bar of soap glide between her plump buttocks. She shivered as it slid over the tightly clenched opening hidden between them. Without pause, her Daddy moved the bar between her thighs. Her body gushed in reaction as the soap brushed over her clitoris before Dallas let it drop to the bottom of the tub.
His fingers spread the lather through all her delicate pink folds and carefully around that sensitive hidden opening. Splashing water to rinse her body, his fingers returned to play between her thighs. Rylee’s body responded to his skilled touch with slick lubricating fluid.
The Little leaned in to nip at his full lower lip. At his groan, Rylee leaned back to splash water off his torso and hers, erasing the last of the bubbles. As the water coursed down his body, her hands followed to stroke his hard flesh standing proudly between them.
As her fingers closed around him, Dallas froze. She wanted her touch to build his arousal so badly but was afraid to screw this up. Meeting his passion-filled eyes, she whispered, “Please, would you show me what you like? I want to please you.”
“I will always love your touch, little girl,” he answered. With that reassurance, he wrapped his hand around her stroking fingers and helped her find the touch that enthralled his senses. The combination of her innocence and her desire to please him was heady. Far too soon, the feel and sight of her hands moving on his body were too much.
With ease, he lifted her to her feet before standing himself. As soon as they were both out of the water, he grabbed a soft towel from the rack. His drying strokes made her lean toward his touch. Quickly, he dropped the towels at their feet and whisked her up into his arms. Striding through the room, he hooked a finger into the turned back bedclothes and impatiently ripped them to the bottom of the bed.
Protecting her even while consumed by his ardor, Dallas carefully placed her in the center of the large bed as if she were the most precious person in the world. Following her down, he wrapped her in his arms and captured her lips with his. His tongue swept inside to flirt with hers. Dallas’ hands roamed over her sweet body, cupping a full breast or caressing the smooth skin over her rounded hip. Lifting his head mere inches from hers, he growled, “My Little. You’re mine, Rylee Edwards.”
Without hesitation, she answered his staked claim with a whispered, “Yes.”
Passion flared in his eyes. His evident desire for her made her want him even more. As his lips crashed down over hers, Rylee wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. Her body lifted to rub against his, loving the feel of his skin and scattered chest hair brushing against her breasts.
His lips lifted to begin exploring. Sharp nips, bone-melting nibbles, and sweeps of his warm tongue slowly moved down her sensitive throat. Crossing her collarbone briefly, Dallas’ mouth moved over the upper curve of one full breast. When Rylee’s back arched to press her chest toward his caresses, he heeded her silent plea and wrapped his full lips around one beaded nipple, pulling the treasure into his mouth. His tongue laved around the responsive peak as he maintained the arousing suction.
Rylee tugged at his hair, urging him to repeat the process on her other breast. His hand moved to cup the neglected mound as his lips continued their seductive torture on the nipple that he held captured. Finally, with a gentle bite that sent an electric bolt to the sensitive flesh between her thighs, Dallas shi
fted his attention to the other dark red nipple.
By the time his lips began to kiss a searing path back to her lips, his Little was writhing under his body. She parted her thighs eagerly as his hand began to trail through the wetness that lubricated her pink folds. His fingers had not forgotten her most responsive areas. Stroking her body, Dallas played her as if she were a vintage guitar—something to be cherished but wooed until it came alive under his touch.
“I wish to feel you come wrapped around my dick, princess,” he growled into her ear. “Are you ready to join with me, or would you rather my fingers make you come?”
Never had she been so ready to feel a man’s body merge with hers. “Please, I want you to make love to me. I need to feel you inside me,” she replied with a furious blush.
“Sweetness, you please me,” he answered in a low, serious tone, “but now is the time to be sure. I want you to tell me truthfully if you need more time.”
“Please, Daddy?” she pleaded. Already she knew that she would miss this man for the rest of her life when she had to return home. She would not lose any opportunity to be with him. This was her chance to live as a Little. She did not wish to waste a minute.
His mouth captured hers in a fierce kiss that revealed just how pleased he was with her decision. Visibly forcing himself to move from her body, Dallas rolled slightly to open the nightstand drawer. Removing a small packet, he returned quickly to lie next to her.
“Help Daddy, Rylee.” Rolling onto his back, Dallas lifted her to straddle his thighs. He pulled the condom from its wrapper and coached Rylee in rolling the protection into place. The feel of her eager fingers on his erection caused him to grit his teeth to maintain his control. Finally, when it was in place, the muscular man lifted Rylee onto her knees.
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