“Yes, Sir.” I clean my plate and finish my milk, load my dishes in the dishwasher, and pad down the hallway to the master bedroom.
When I come out of the bathroom five minutes later, Craig is rummaging in my suitcase. He holds up a pink cotton dress fit for a toddler.
I shuffle toward him slowly. “Damn Eve,” I murmur.
He lifts both brows when he turns around. “Cussing and arguing in less than half an hour? You’re going to nail this naughty thing down in no time.”
I cringe. “Oops.”
He laughs as he reaches for the hem of my nightgown and pulls it over my head, leaving me naked.
I shiver, hoping he’s going to dress me quickly. I have this absurd newfound embarrassment about being naked while I’m little.
Craig holds up my panties but stops. “You really feel uncomfortable when you’re naked and little, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” I reach out to snag the panties from him.
He pulls them out of the way. “I was going to dress you and then put you in timeout, but I think you’ll think twice about cussing if I put you in timeout naked.”
I gasp and meet his gaze, shuddering. My hands come to my breasts and squeeze them as my traitorous nipples stiffen. How the heck am I both mortified and aroused at the same time?
I’ve never minded being naked in front of people before this week. It’s baffling. It’s like I’m someone else. Little Leah is bashful.
Craig leads me to the corner of the bedroom and angles me so that I’m facing the wall. “Forehead against the wall. Nose in the corner.”
I’m shivering as I do as he tells me. There’s a rush of wetness leaking from me too. Hopefully, he won’t know it.
“Clasp your hands behind your back. Press your nipples against the walls.”
I whimper now. The moment my nipples touch the cold walls, I shudder from head to toe.
“Good. Now, spread your legs apart, Leah… Wider… Good girl.” He sets his hand between my shoulder blades and slides it down to the small of my back, over my cheeks, and between my legs.
I cry out and rise onto my toes when he strokes his fingers through my wetness. Shit.
“That’s what I expected. I told you little girls often get aroused from being disciplined. Welcome to intense age play.” And then he’s gone.
I don’t know how long I have to stand here. He didn’t tell me. But I can still feel his touch between my legs. I want more. I’m dripping with need. He hasn’t mentioned how sex is going to fit into all this. Now I’m super curious.
Chapter 15
Craig
Of the two of us, I’m the one who needs a timeout. I nearly came in my jeans when I found out how wet Leah was. I was a bit worried about how I could encourage her to misbehave more often while at the same time punishing her when she does. Hopefully, it’s not going to be a problem. Not if she gets aroused every time I discipline her.
I wonder if I’m going to have to take her clothes away every time I put her in timeout. Being naked when she’s little throws her off her game in an interesting way. Naked, five-year-old Leah is shy and self-conscious. That embarrassment also arouses her.
I’m going to pay close attention to her reactions. They might evolve as the days go by. Or she might be permanently bashful when she’s little. Hell, what am I even thinking? She might not be permanently little. I need to remind myself there are no guarantees she’ll need this age play for more than a week. Maybe longer, but it’s far too premature to think she’ll crave it indefinitely.
I don’t want to leave her in timeout too long this first time, so I return for her in five minutes. I sit on the edge of the bed. “Your punishment is over, sweet girl. Come here.”
She’s trembling as she turns around and shuffles toward me. Her tits are fucking sexy, but I especially love when her nipples are stiff like they are now.
“Scale of one to ten, how aroused are you?”
She flinches, pulling her straightened arms forward until her palms come together in front of her pussy. It’s her way of feeling partially hidden without covering her breasts. It only makes her sexier because her tits are pressed together.
“Leah…” I warn. “I’m certain you realize I’m going to find out for myself. I want you to tell me first. Fibbing to Daddy is going to get you into more trouble.”
“Eight,” she murmurs.
“Good girl. Come here.”
She closes the distance. I reach out a hand and haul her the rest of the way before lifting her off the floor and draping her over my lap. I know she thinks I’m going to spank her. She craves it more than anything. However, I’m going to do things in the wrong order this time. No reason for her to ever feel like I’m predictable.
I smooth my palm on her bottom. “Arms above your head, sweetheart.”
She brings them up from her sides to drape over her head toward the floor.
“Good girl.” I lift her by the waist and scoot her back several inches so that her face rests on my thigh and her boobs hang between my legs. “Pull your knees up, put your weight on them. I want your bottom in the air.”
It’s awkward, but she obeys me.
“Now spread your thighs wider.”
I love the little whimper.
I run my palm up and down her thighs, then back and in between them. Finally, I palm her pussy and thrust two fingers into her.
She screams. I’ve shocked her. She was expecting me to spank her.
I don’t give her time to process this change. I fuck her tight pussy hard and fast with my fingers, finding and flicking her clit in between.
She lifts her head clear off my thigh. “Craig,” she cries out.
“Mmm. My girl needs an orgasm worse than she needs a spanking.”
“Please…”
I set my free hand on the small of her back to still her. “Come on Daddy’s fingers, sweet girl.” This isn’t the first time I’ve made her come in this position. Not by a long shot. But it’s the first time she’s been little when I brought her to orgasm.
Her body stiffens, and moments later, she lets go, her pussy gripping my fingers with the pulses of her release. It’s been a while since she’s come, so it lasts longer than usual, and then her body goes limp against my lap, her legs turning to jelly as her knees slide out, flattening her belly to my thigh.
She still twitches with the aftermath every few seconds, moaning and panting. So soft and pliant. Mine. She’s so perfect, I want her to be mine. I tip my head back and say a silent prayer to whoever grants this kind of wish. Please, let Leah be mine for the rest of my life.
I’d bargain with the devil to be permitted to wake up every day for the rest of my life with this woman in my home. Sometimes she might be next to me in my bed. Sometimes she might be in her own bed in her little girl room. I’m flexible. I’m greedy though. I want her in my house. Not for a week. For a lifetime.
She twitches when I palm her bottom. “You ready for that spanking now?”
This perks her up, and she wiggles her tush against my hand. “Yes, Sir.” Her renewed energy pleases me.
I keep my palm on the small of her back while I spank her, starting lighter than usual and building up until her cheeks are bright red. I stop sooner than I normally would because this new dynamic is different.
I want to be able to spank her more often than she’s used to. Small rounds of release that might not be as fully satisfying as when I spank her clear into a deep subspace at Surrender. I wouldn’t be able to swat her cute bottom again so soon if I struck her longer and harder.
We’re going to try this for a while. See how she does. I’m hoping the unexpected will help. I also want her to be able to bounce back from this type of spanking and go on with her day. I’ll make sure she gets enough sleep at night and a nap in the afternoons to help reduce her stress level too.
I’m tossing a lot at her all at once, but she needs changes in her life. Some of them we can ease into, but in the meantime, I don�
��t want her to be denied sufficient impact play and plenty of orgasms.
She’s shivering as I finish rubbing her heated skin, and I roll her over and cradle her in my arms. I stand, grab a throw blanket from the foot of the bed, and wrap it around her as I wander across the hall to the room we’re about to transform today. It has the most important piece of furniture already, and I sit on the rocking chair and hug my girl close while I rock her.
I kiss the top of her head as she snuggles into me. “How did that feel, sweet girl? I don’t want to spank you as hard as I would twice a week at the club. I don’t want to lose you to subdrop. I want to give you just enough pain to ease your stress. What do you think?”
“It was perfect, Sir.” She hugs me tighter.
I close my eyes, grinning from ear to ear.
I give Leah fifteen minutes before I stand, take her back to the master bedroom, and dress her in panties and the cute pink dress Eve included. I owe Eve big-time. She totally came through for me. Among the boxes being delivered this morning, I’ve included an assortment of clothes, so it’s okay that we’ve depleted Eve’s provisions, but it sure was handy for the first two days.
Leah looks down at herself and tries to adjust the front of her dress as soon as it falls into place.
I watch her, wondering what she’s going to say.
“Do you know how many times I playfully made fun of Eve for wearing dresses like this?” She looks at me.
“I can imagine. How does it make you feel now that the tables are turned?”
She sighs. “Like I owe her an apology.”
I laugh. “Why’s that?”
“It’s so short that my panties will show if I lift my arms. My nipples are going to be hard all day with no bra. My entire torso feels exposed since the material is loose and not fitted against my skin.” She meets my gaze again. “I’m so aroused, I’m going to come in my panties.”
“Excellent.” I stand and take her hand. “Let’s go check your email, shall we?”
My chest is tight because I’m so damn pleased. I’m especially glad she was able to tell me how she felt. She could have kept it to herself.
I lead her to my office where I’ve stashed her laptop on my desk. I’ll need to get her a desk of her own so she can work in here, but for now, she can use mine. I settle in my huge leather chair and lift her onto my lap, settling her on one knee so that her legs hang between my thighs.
I push us up to the desk and open her laptop. I don’t want to leave her alone to face her emails, especially now that I know a lot of them are from the man who abducted her from her own home. It might be traumatic.
While we wait for it to power up, I kiss her cheek. “You okay, sweetheart?”
“I think so.”
As soon as the computer is ready to respond, I open her browser and then her email. Scanning down the list, I see there are several that have come in since I last opened it. “Do you see anything that needs immediate attention?”
She leans closer, looking at each one, her hand on top of mine on the mouse. I could remove mine and let her peruse on her own, but it feels so intimate this way.
She quietly opens several and skims through them before releasing my hand. “Nothing urgent.” She surprises me by turning her body more fully toward me and burying her face in my shoulder.
I rub her back. “Sweetheart?”
“I’m okay. I just don’t want to face the real world yet. Can we be done?”
I hold her closer. “Yep. But I want to open one of your books so I can read it while you nap later.”
She groans. “Must you?”
“Yep.” If I thought she really hated the idea, I wouldn’t push it, but I don’t get that vibe. I’m pretty sure she’s just worried about what I’ll think of her work.
I click on the folder marked books, thinking I’ll find a bunch of files for each book inside it. What I find instead makes me hesitate. There are two subfolders under books. One is labeled Suzanne Richards, her pen name. The other is labeled Lizzy Brant. I’ve never heard that name. “Who’s Lizzy Brant?”
Leah releases me, spins around, jumps off my lap, and yanks the mouse out of my hand so fast that I can’t process what’s happened until she’s slammed the laptop closed and pulled the plug out of the wall.
She even goes so far as to pick up the laptop and stuff it in her computer bag, zipping it up.
“Leah? Sweetheart? What on earth?”
She backs away from me, her expression stern. “Please, Craig. Promise me you won’t open this computer again. I know you’re in charge and I’m supposed to spend the week obeying you, but please grant me this one piece of privacy.”
I can’t even respond. I’m shocked. I’ve never seen the crazed look in her eyes.
She swallows, her face paling. “Promise me,” she insists, her voice rising. “I’ll never be able to trust you again if you can’t do this for me. Either promise me you won’t dig into my private business or take me home right now.”
Holy shit. I nod. “Of course, Leah. Done. I would never break your confidence. Never,” I emphasize. Now is not the time to insist she explain herself. I’m not sure when it will be appropriate, but not now. This is very important to her.
She looks like she’s about to shatter. She’s hugging that computer so tight and close to her chest, it’s a wonder it doesn’t bend in half. She needs more from me.
“Leah, no matter how long you want to be little or stay in my house or submit to me in any way, you know you hold the power. Always. You’re also entitled to declare what is off-limits. Obviously, me using your computer is a hard limit, so to speak. You’re permitted all the hard limits you want, and you have my word I won’t touch that computer without your permission. In fact, I’ll get you a safe for it, and only you will know the combination. That way you won’t have to wonder if I’ve gone behind your back.”
She nods, her shoulders relaxing marginally. “Thank you,” she whispers. “You can google Suzanne Richards and download any ebook you want. Or I can gift them to you if you want them on your Kindle. Read all of them. I don’t care. But forget the other name. You won’t find it anywhere anyway.”
“Okay, sweetheart.” I reach out for her. “Can I hold you again?”
She inches forward, sets the computer bag on the corner of my desk, and steps shyly into my arms.
I pull her between my legs and hold her against my chest, my hand smoothing up and down one of her braids.
She nods. “I’m sorry I freaked out on you.”
“It’s okay, sweet girl. Take a few deep breaths. It’s over now.”
“Are you mad at me?” she asks in a soft voice that sounds so very little it breaks my heart.
“No. Never. I’ll never be mad at you, sweetheart. We may have disagreements over time, and I may discipline you when you misbehave, but I’ll never be mad at you like you’re thinking.”
“Are you going to punish me now?” she asks so softly I can hardly hear her.
“No, sweet girl. You’re not in trouble.” I lift her into my arms and stand, carrying her from the room. “Let’s get you some juice, shall we?”
She nods.
I’m dumbfounded, but I don’t want her to think for a second I’m mad, nor do I want her to think I would break her confidence. I’ll make sure we have a safe in this house before the end of the day so that she will sleep easy without having to worry about me sneaking into her computer.
I can’t fathom what on earth she’s guarding so closely, but it’s none of my business. I know her well enough to realize it’s obviously not a list of crimes she’s committed. Dead bodies and where they’re buried. Neither the woman nor the little girl in her is capable of so much as giving another human being a dirty look without feeling like she needs redemption. So, whatever she’s guarding can’t be bad.
I’m smart enough to guess that Lizzy Brant is a second pen name. Unpublished. The only question is: what does Lizzy Brant write? And the answer can only co
me from my sweet little girl’s lips if and when she wants to share. Not beforehand. I’m guessing not even Eve knows about this, and not a soul is going to hear it from me.
I kiss Leah on the forehead as I sit her on the island, smiling when she wiggles around to try and get her skirt under her bottom. It’s useless. It’s too short. But she’s adorable trying.
I fill a sippy cup with part apple juice and part water before adding some ice and putting the lid on.
She smiles at me when I hand it to her. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Any time, sweet girl.” I kiss the top of her head again because I’m so drawn to her that I can’t keep from touching her. “I know it’s not even lunchtime, but how about you take a little nap? Deliveries will start arriving soon. You can rest in the closed bedroom where no one will see you. Yeah?”
She nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” I swing her up into my arms again and carry her to my bedroom. After tucking her in, I pat her thigh. “Be right back.” I head for my office, grab her computer bag, and return to the bedroom. I set it on the mattress next to her. I want her to be certain she can trust me without a single doubt in her mind.
She hands me her juice cup, curls onto her side, and smiles at me. “Thank you, Sir.”
I kiss her temple and leave her alone, closing the bedroom door as I exit.
For a moment I lean against the door trying to catch my breath. I’m still shocked, but I’ll get over it. What matters more than anything is earning Leah’s trust. I shove off the door and head straight for my office. I wasn’t kidding. I want her to have a safe by the end of the day. If I order one now, I bet I can get it delivered this afternoon.
Chapter 16
Leah
I can’t believe I slept so hard. I was only awake a few hours before Craig put me down for a nap. Now I’m groggy as I slowly blink my eyes open and look at the clock. It’s one o’clock. My stomach growls. I’m glad I had a good breakfast, but I’m hungry.
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