She reached eagerly to fit the broad head of his penis against her soaked entrance. Fighting Dallas’ controlling grip on her waist, she tried to sink quickly over his rigid erection. His hands only allowed her to take him inside slowly. When her body tightened around his large shaft, she looked at him wildly, afraid that he wouldn’t fit.
“Slowly, sweetness. Give your body time to get to know mine. This isn’t a race,” he said reassuringly.
One hand reached between their bodies to brush lightly over that tight bundle of nerves. Rylee felt Dallas withdraw and flex his hips slowly to rock against her. Each time, he slipped a bit further into her body. The slow stretch and burn fueled the fire within her body. Sensing this, her Daddy pressed his thumb firmly against her clitoris. That one last additional sensation catapulted her into a massive climax that locked her body around his invading shaft.
Just when that pressing thumb began to become too much for her to handle, Dallas moved his hand to smooth over her body. Rylee’s eyes met his as she panted in reaction to the pleasure coursing through her. Her hands clutching his wide shoulders for stability reassured her that this was really happening.
There were so many thoughts racing through her mind. Never had she orgasmed with a man. Her climaxes had been limited to her lonely bed in the company of one of those steamy books and her faithful vibrator. Nor had she ever enjoyed being on top, finding it too embarrassing. With her Daddy, it was different. The male appreciation in his eyes made her pull her shoulders back to present her full breasts to him.
As his hand reached to caress the bountiful display above him, Dallas began to press into her warmth once again. His teeth were clenched together to hold on to his control. Not since his first teenage encounters had he been so tempted to empty himself so quickly into the gripping hold around his penis. He wanted to make this first time an unforgettable event for them.
Slowly, he eased deeper into her. When his pelvis finally pressed fully against hers, Dallas rolled his hips slightly to brush against that sensitive peak topping her entrance. They both groaned simultaneously at the pleasure. Her hips eagerly pressed forward to repeat the sensuous effect.
Time appeared suspended as their bodies moved together. Each stroke and caress wove together as the two explored the building sensations. Orgasms crashed over Rylee until she clung to Dallas for stability. She begged her amazing lover to join her as a final orgasm loomed within her. When his strokes quickened, she allowed herself to join him as he roared his pleasure into the room. Conscious of him cradling her exhausted body to his, Rylee succumbed to sleep.
Chapter 13
W aking the next morning, Dallas froze in place, unwilling to wake the precious Little next to him. My precious Little, his mind staked his claim. He would never be able to let her go after last night. Immediately, he began to plot how he could mesh their lives together.
The large man had spent so much time in the gym over the last several years that he had finally decided to make strength building his occupation as well. For the last three years, he had spotted and counseled other lifters about training regimens and nutrition, until someone had suggested he hire himself out as a coach. Fast forward through many classes, Dallas had quit his job and filled his schedule with clients. Now there was not enough time in the day for him to meet the demand.
Just thinking about the gym made him itchy. Yesterday had been the first day in a very long time he hadn’t worked out. He wouldn’t have missed a moment with his Little, but he knew he would need to work out today. Caught in an internal battle between taking a bit of time for himself and learning more about Rylee, he missed the change in her breathing.
When she kissed his chiseled jawline, Dallas smiled and rolled the pair over to their sides so he could kiss her properly. “Good morning, sweetness! Did you sleep well?”
“Mmm hmmm,” she murmured as she nodded her head. A brilliant smile burst over her face. “You kind of wore me out,” she teased with a slight blush.
From her startled response to the pleasure he had lavished on her body last night, Dallas knew that his Little’s sexual experience had been limited. The possessive man inside him celebrated. He would enjoy teaching her that last night was only the beginning.
Her stomach growled hungrily. The cute “Oh!” and her hand’s movement to cover her tummy made him smile even wider. One thing to take care of before the shower. Turning to sit on the edge of the bed, he reached for the items still sitting ominously on the nightstand and patted his lap.
“No, Daddy. I feel fine. Don’t take my temperature,” she begged, rising to her knees to inch away from him.
“Every morning and any other time I am concerned about you, I will take your temperature. Would you prefer to visit the nurses in the medical office?” he asked with an arched brow. When she vehemently shook her head, Dallas patted his lap once again.
“I can’t,” she whined. As he stood up to put on his pants to escort her to the medical office, she whispered as her face flamed a brilliant red hue, “I can’t lie on my tummy, Daddy. Not now. I need to potty. Can I go there first?”
“Thank you for telling me, sweetness. Lie down on your back. I’ll take your temperature a different way.” Dallas opened the tube of lubricant and spread it thickly on the thermometer in preparation.
Confused, she followed his instructions. “What?” she cried as her fingers tried to tangle in the sheets as his hands firmly wrapped around her ankles, and he pulled her bottom to the edge of the bed. Lifting her legs straight up with one hand, Dallas easily parted her buttocks by pushing her legs forward slightly. The thermometer slid inside deeply.
“I don’t like this,” she wailed, powerless to escape his medical treatment. Somehow, this position made her feel littler than lying over his lap. To control her movements, he simply needed to lift her bottom from the surface of the bed. Her Daddy was definitely strong enough to do that. So close to the traditional diapering position, it reinforced both their roles in her mind. He was the Daddy, and she was Little.
“Ten minutes and we’ll go take a shower, then off to breakfast. What are you going to have, little girl? Waffles? Scrambled eggs?” Dallas continued to distract her with easily answered questions. He found he thoroughly enjoyed discovering more about Rylee. She’s wriggled her way into my heart already.
Each minute dragged by until finally, the ten minutes had expired, and that invading tube was withdrawn from her bottom. Setting it aside, Dallas scooped her up in his arms. Carrying her to the bathroom, he set her on her feet by the shower before he started the water to warm.
Dallas chuckled at the bathwater still trapped in the tub. That had obviously not been a priority for him as he’d rushed her to bed. As he released the drain, he turned to meet Rylee’s embarrassed look. “What’s wrong, little girl?”
She waved a hand to the water swirling noisily from the tub and the shower head pelting the inside of the stall. “Could you step out for a minute so I can go to the bathroom?” she asked, blushing furiously. She could feel the slickness of the lubricant between her buttocks as her thighs clenched together, trying to avoid an accident.
“No secrets between us, sweetness.” He led her to the toilet and gently pressed her down to sit on the seat. Instantly, urine burst from her bladder to splash into the toilet. When she covered her face with her hands, Dallas rubbed her back to comfort her.
This was a tough lesson for the Little to learn. He would not allow her to play at being Little. She would need to allow herself to be Little in all ways. This would include allowing him to take care of her embarrassing needs as well as the pleasurable ones.
“Daddies know everything?” She peeked up at him over her shielding hands.
“Your Daddy will know everything.” While she was distracted, he helped her stand up. Without making it a big deal, he wiped her bottom.
As he tugged her toward the shower and helped her into the warm spray of water, she asked again, “Everything?”
; “Everything, sweetness,” he assured her as he followed her into the large stall. “I’m very proud of you. Being Little isn’t easy. Will you be brave for Daddy?” he asked as he began to wash her body efficiently. Pleasure would wait until later. He needed to feed Rylee first.
Her brow furled as she obviously thought hard about his question. After several seconds, she nodded. “I will do my best, Daddy. Will you help me be brave?” she asked, meeting his eyes for reassurance.
Dallas swept her into his arms to give her a big bear hug. “There is nothing I would love to do more, sweetness.”
As he set her away from his body to soap the private area between her thighs, he smiled once again when she asked, “Can I color after breakfast? I don’t ever get to color.”
The tough conversation was over. His Little was once again secure in her role.
“I think that’s a great idea, Rylee.”
Chapter 14
A fter feeding his Little a full breakfast, he had walked her to the Nursery to play with the other princes and princesses. The group had welcomed her eagerly to join them at the table. Rylee had been so excited to see her first friend, Cecily, arrive, that she’d almost been too busy to give her Daddy a goodbye kiss.
The governesses had assured him that they would take care of Rylee and that she would be fine for a couple of hours. Today, several kittens were playing in the large nursery. A pure black charmer had already claimed Rylee’s lap for her own. Delighted as she was by the opportunity to color, play with her friend, and pet the adorable kitten, Dallas knew he would not be able to pry her away for quite a while.
When she’d waved happily to him as he’d left, Dallas decided to check out the gym. Perhaps there would be enough weights there to do some training. He jogged back to pick up some workout clothes and headed to the gym. He changed his clothes in the locker room. Quickly assessing the weights, Dallas developed a strategy to use what was available even for his high tolerance of lifting. He had just begun to work on his arms when a large man also wearing a white bracelet entered the gym. Dallas nodded and continued to do bicep curls.
“You need more weight,” the stranger observed. “Want me to add them for you?” He pointed to the extra weights Dallas had gathered ahead of time and left ready at his feet.
“Just getting warmed up. I’ve got a plan for those. I definitely could use a hand. I’m not monopolizing equipment you need, am I?” Dallas asked, assessing the man’s physical condition. Castle Security was written across the man’s black short-sleeved shirt. He obviously visited the gym often. Quickly, Dallas knew what he would help him work on if he were a client.
Setting his weights down, Dallas held out a hand and introduced himself. “Da—Axel.”
“Jackson,” the other man responded remotely.
Even without the white bracelet, Dallas would have known he was a Dominant. Quickly, he dropped into a plank position and flattened his back. He would need to be perfectly horizontal for this to work. “Load the weights on my back, please.”
Dallas braced himself as the large security guy stacked the circular weight plates on top of his braced body. When the other man hesitated to add the last heavy pieces, he said, “Go ahead. I’ve handled more.” His eyes focused on the floor as he fought to support the weight on his arms as well as keep his balance.
When the stack was complete, he began to walk his hands and feet parallel in lateral plank walks. Dallas reversed the pattern each time he reached the wall. After several laps, he controlled his descent to the ground. Instantly, Jackson was there to pull the weights off.
Giving him a hand up from the floor, Jackson’s demeanor had changed from remote to intrigued. “What were you targeting?”
“Biceps,” Dallas answered, breathing hard. “The best thing is, I just taxed pretty much all of my muscle groups.” He looked over the man’s musculature. “Want to try it?”
“Yes,” Jackson replied as he dropped to the ground.
Dallas soon was coaching the weight-laden man through the exercise. After several minutes, he removed the weights and helped Jackson to his feet. “What do you think?”
“You have training,” Jackson observed. “Ever do any remote strength coaching? I need someone to help my security force stay healthy and strong. Would you come speak to me tomorrow at my office?” He pulled a card from his pocket to hand to Dallas. It read: Master Jackson, Chief of Security.
“I’d love to talk to you about it,” Dallas said with a smile.
Chapter 15
F reshly showered, Dallas picked up his little girl two hours later. He’d enjoyed working out with Jackson but was eager to see Rylee. When he reached the Nursery, he scanned the room but couldn’t spot her. Concerned, he approached the closest governess.
“I’m looking for my princess. Would she have been allowed to leave?” he asked, still scanning for the sight of her long braids.
“I bet you’re Ruby’s Daddy. Your princess is right through here. She insisted on correcting some problems,” the governess explained with a smile as she led Dallas through the older Littles’ area into the library. “She’s discovered that the library filing system is not well organized,” she laughed as she pointed to a rounded figure sitting on the floor with a stack of books on one side and a sleeping kitten on the other.
Dallas’ eyes roamed over the books lining the room from floor to ceiling. As he approached, he smiled at the concentration on Rylee’s face. His Little loved books. Sitting beside her, he lifted her onto his lap.
Instantly, she turned to smile at him and wrap her arms around his neck. Pressing a quick kiss to his lips, she threw an arm out to point out the display of books surrounding them. “Look at the library. I don’t know who their librarian is, but she should be fired. These books are in horrible shape. Karma and I have been working on them.”
“You decided not to color?” he asked as the black kitten yawned and stretched her paws out to him.
“I colored for a while. Then, I wanted to read a book. There isn’t a collection of books in the Nursery. Someone should put a bookshelf in there.” That lack was obviously the unknown librarian’s fault as well, if he read her expression correctly. “So, I came in here to find a book. Everything is in a horrible jumble. I’ve almost got this shelf organized correctly.”
The smile of satisfaction that spread across her lips as she gestured to the bottom shelf faded as Rylee’s eyes rose to look around the library at all the shelves that surrounded her. “There are amazing books here. I wish people could find them easily.” She sighed and slumped against her Daddy’s hard torso. “I won’t have time to fix all the shelves, but do you mind if Karma and I finish this one?”
“How can I help, sweetness?” he offered.
Stroking Karma as the two worked together to right the wrongs of the shelf, Dallas soon held the last two books in one hand. “Okay, Ms. Little Librarian. Where do these go?”
He’d learned so much about Rylee as she chattered about books. Thanks to the screwed up bookshelves around them, Dallas now knew about her job and the town that she had escaped from when she’d dared to visit the Castle. An idea was brewing in his mind, but first, he wanted to enjoy his Little’s company. Usually, his thoughts focused on his workout while at the gym. Today, a smiling face had popped into his mind repeatedly to distract him.
Dallas grinned as Rylee looked at those books in his hands before meeting his eyes shyly. He knew she wanted something. Suddenly, the answer flashed into his brain. “Would you like to check these out so I can read them to you?” He hugged her tightly when a brilliant smile radiated from his Little girl.
She clapped her hands in excitement. “Yes, please, Daddy!”
The noise startled Karma. The black kitten raced away to hide behind a bookshelf but returned when they both laughed at her antics. Rubbing on Dallas’ back and climbing up to settle on Rylee’s lap, she appeared to want to listen to the story as well.
“I guess we should check Karma out a
s well. It looks like she’s coming with us,” Dallas wryly observed.
Whispering, Rylee admitted, “I’ve already adopted her. She’s coming home with me when I have to go back.”
Feeling the sadness emanating from his Little’s words, Dallas hugged her tightly as that earlier idea popped back into his mind. He wouldn’t say anything to her until he knew if it was possible. Lifting Rylee to her feet, Dallas stood to tuck the books under one arm as the incredibly sweet kitten weaved around their feet. “Pick up your kitty, sweetness. She’ll need to come back to the room with us as well.”
“Hooray!” Rylee raised Karma to kiss her on the nose as they danced around in happiness.
“Shhh!” reprimanded a stern-looking male teacher who’d entered the room with several now grinning students.
“Sorry!” Rylee whispered as she slid her hand into her Daddy’s and tugged him toward the door.
Chapter 16
T he eight days of Rylee’s vacation were speeding past. She didn’t want to think about it coming to an end. The amazing man who’d rescued her from her paralysis on the bus meant more to her already than anyone she’d ever met. The little princess forced thoughts out of her mind of how much she’d miss both him and being able to be herself.
How would she ever live without the huge man who loved her Little side? They’d taken a few pictures together. She had those stored on her phone forever as treasures.
Her favorite? The costumes that he had designed for the Little Costume and Candy Party that celebrated the grand reopening of the Castle. What else could a Little with a black kitten be? Dallas had created her witch outfit complete with a pointed hat out of the forgotten stuff in their suitcases. He’d even used the small bathroom trashcan to fashion a cauldron for her to carry Karma in. Her Daddy had been a fantastic broomstick for her to ride on. All the other Littles had been jealous.
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