She faced the other way then bent, twisting so she could see into the mirror as well. As she’d thought, the skirt was so short that you got a good view of the ruffly pants underneath when she bent over.
“Now all we need to do is your hair.” He disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a wooden hair brush and some hair ties. As she sat between his legs, he tied her hair up into pigtails.
Once finished, he helped her stand then stepped back to take her in. “Adorable.”
For the first time in her life, she felt adorable. Cute.
He took her hand and led her to the room that she’d slept in that first night. He’d already dismantled the double bed that had been in there. He’d ordered a princess bed for her but that hadn’t arrived yet.
When she walked into the room, she gasped. “Daddy!”
She let him go, moving into the middle of the room and turning around in a circle. She made another circle, then one more.
“Whoa, teeny, you’re gonna make yourself dizzy.” He grasped hold of her hips as she stumbled.
“Um, whoops. Too late.”
He let out a low, growling noise. Uh-oh. Here came overly protective Linc. He set her down on the chair by her desk which he’d somehow found the time to make up. Next to it, in the corner was her beanbag. At the moment, it was empty, the beans still needing to be poured into it. There was also a bookshelf that was still in pieces. A white, fluffy rug was underneath the beanbag, making a cozy reading corner. Her crafting stuff, coloring books and pens and a five-drawer cabinet were set up on the other side of the desk and along the back wall were her other toys. Another corner held her time-out stool which he’d obviously moved in here.
She’d just ignore that corner.
“Are you all right?” He crouched in front of her, placing his hands on her thighs. “Maybe you should lie down. Do you need a drink?”
“I’m fine, Daddy. Just twirled one too many times.”
“No more twirling.”
She huffed out a sigh. “Daddy, you can’t ban twirling.”
“Sure can. Just did.”
She just shook her head.
“I’m gonna write it on your rules.”
“You are not. I like twirling. I do it when I’m happy. Daddy, I can’t believe you did all this!” She needed to distract him. Or he really would make it a rule.
“We still need some more cabinets for storage. And I don’t think you have nearly enough toys. Although it won’t be long until Christmas. You just need to make sure you’re on Santa’s nice list and not his naughty one.”
She gave a shocked gasp. “I is always nice.”
He tapped her nose. “No more twirling then.”
She pouted. “Daddy, that’s silly.”
“If I wasn’t there, you could have fallen over and hurt yourself. What if you’d done it outside and hit your head on something? Nope. No more twirling.”
He was truly insane. She’d just have to save her twirling for when he wasn’t around.
“Daddy, can I do some more crafting?”
“Yep. I’m going to get you a snack first, then set up the cabinet with your stuff. I’ll find a sheet to put down to save the carpet. You sure you’re not dizzy?”
“I’m fine, Daddy.” She clasped his face between her hands. “Thank you for doing this for me. Nobody has ever done anything like this for me before.”
“You like it then?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I love it.”
Just like I love you. Surely it was too soon to say it. She bit her lip as he moved back and the moment was gone. It welled inside her. This love for him. It was deep and limitless. It could consume her if she let it. And she wanted that. Wanted him to fill her entire world. And she wanted to be the same for him.
Doubt bubbled in her stomach and she pushed it down.
He’s not going to leave you, Marisol.
Trust him.
Linc watched Marisol crafting with an indulgent smile as he set up the rest of her room. He wished he’d had time to put it all together before she woke up. But it needed a few more things anyway, including her bed.
Had anything felt as right as this? Not even leaving his job in the city and coming here had felt this right. Certainly, being with Jess hadn’t felt like this. Marisol was a part of him in a way Jess never had been. She fulfilled all parts of him. While Jess had been a Little, she hadn’t really embraced it like Marisol did. Now, he was coming to realize that while she’d liked him serving her, she hadn’t wanted to give back.
This was it. This was what he’d always wanted.
“Daddy! These scissors aren’t sharp enough. I need proper scissors.”
“Not sure you’re old enough for proper scissors.”
“Daddy, of course I am. I need to cut out snowflakes for my picture and these ones keep ripping the paper.” She held up the mangled snowflake with a pout.
“Okay, Daddy will get you some proper scissors. But I’m going to supervise to make sure you can use them safely before I leave you to it.”
“Yay!”
He returned with a pair of scissors and watched her carefully cutting out a snowflake. Her tongue was poking out as she used them.
Adorable. He left her to start putting together the bookcase.
“Daddy, I’ve finished it!” Marisol called out about twenty minutes later.
“What is it, teeny?” he asked, looking up from where he’d finished putting up her ball pit. He’d strung some fairy lights he’d ordered around the top. He also had fairy lights to go along the top of the canopy of her princess bed when it arrived. All the ball pit now needed were the balls.
“Ooh, Daddy, that looks great! Can I play in it now?”
“Yep, soon as I get the balls in it. What did you make?”
She held up her creation proudly. She’d made a greeting card and glued the snowflakes on the front then covered it with a sprinkling of blue glitter.
“That’s gorgeous, baby. I’m so proud of you.”
She lit up. Her smile was beaming. He bet no one had ever really told her that they were proud of her. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead.
“Want to sit in the ball pit while I pour the balls in?”
“Oh yes.” She put the card down then scrambled into the ball pit. He poured the balls in as she squealed and picked them up, throwing them around, some landed out of the pit and he grabbed them, throwing them back in and laughing with her.
Happiness filled him. This was definitely everything he’d ever wanted.
29
“Bath time, teeny. Then Daddy has some big girl activities for you.”
Big girl activities? Hmm. She wondered what exactly those were. Heat built between her legs. This was the longest she’d spent in Little space and she’d had the best afternoon playing and crafting. She’d even helped Linc pour the beans into the beanbag.
Although she thought maybe she was more of a hindrance than a help, since at least a third of them landed on the carpet of her playroom. But he hadn’t growled at her. He’d just patiently scooped them up.
Her beanbag was epic. She wanted another one for his office and for the living room.
“Can I use the bath crayons, Daddy?” she asked. They’d already had dinner and he was tidying up while she colored at the table.
“Of course. I’ll go run your bath. You keep coloring.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“And drink some water.”
With a huff, she reached for her sippy cup. She wasn’t going to admit it, but she much preferred the baby bottle.
“Right, the bath is running,” he said, walking back into the dining room. “Come on, teeny. Let’s get you undressed.”
“Can’t, Daddy. Not finished.”
“You can finish in the morning.”
She probably should have heeded the stern note in his voice.
“Nope. Gotta finish now.”
Suddenly, her pen was pulled from her hand. “Daddy! I
was still using that.”
“Does someone need a reminder about listening to Daddy?”
“No.” Although she wasn’t sure what he meant by reminder. But she figured ‘no’ was a pretty safe answer.
“Because I could have you write out fifty times, I will listen to my Daddy.”
“No, Daddy.” She sat up straighter. “I is listening. Listening ears are on.” She pretended to switch her ears on.
“That’s what I thought.” He held out a hand, helping her stand and led her to the bathroom. She looked back at her coloring book with a sigh.
It was such a good picture, too.
When they reached the bathroom, he immediately started stripping her.
The bath was nearly half full and he’d been generous with the bubble bath.
“Ooh, I loves bubble bath,” she said excitedly as he stripped off her socks and then dumped all of her clothes in the dirty hamper. All she was dressed in was the ruffly pants.
She went to put her hand in the water but he pulled it back. “Uh-uh, you don’t ever touch water until Daddy makes sure it’s the right temperature. I don’t want my girl getting burned.”
“Okay, Daddy, but hurry up. I want in.” She didn’t even care that she was naked except for the pants.
“So impatient. Somebody does like their baths. Let’s get these pants off you.” When she was naked, he helped her into the bath, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
As he soaped up a bath sponge, she grabbed the bath crayons and started to draw along the side of the tub. She barely noticed him washing her until he brushed the sponge over her nipples. She gasped.
“My Mari-girl has sensitive nipples.”
Her Little side started to fade away as he leaned in and kissed her shoulder. He’d already pinned her hair up high so it wouldn’t get wet, giving him access to her neck. He moved the sponge lower.
“Lie back.”
As she laid back, he moved the sponge between her legs, cleaning her pussy. Then down her legs. Oh dear Lord. Her breath came in harsh pants with just those brief touches of the sponge against her pussy lips. Putting the sponge aside, he ran his finger along her labia then up to her clit, rubbing it gently.
“Daddy,” she moaned.
“I’m going to let some water out then I want you on your hands and knees. Daddy is going to play with your bottom.”
Eek.
After he let some water out, she moved onto her hands and knees. Her breasts hung down, the nipples brushing through the water, adding to the sensations.
He disappeared, returning with several items in his hands which he placed on the floor where she couldn’t see them. Then he picked them up one by one to show her.
“Lube.” He put the bottle down on the lip of the bath. “Remember this heart-shaped paddle?”
She gulped. “But I haven’t been naughty.”
“Not yet. But just in case you wiggle too much you’ll feel this on your bottom.”
She bit her lower lip.
“On its own, it wouldn’t hurt much.” He tapped it against his hand. “It’s too small and light. However, with your bottom nice and wet from your bath and still a bit sore from your earlier spanking, it will serve as a small reminder to listen to me.” He gave her a pointed look. “Lastly, we have this.” He held up a silver anal plug with a rounded end. The end had a pink insert with the words Daddy’s Princess written on it.
She swallowed heavily.
“Now, if you’re a good girl and let me plug you, then you’ll get a reward. If you’re naughty, you get the heart paddle.”
She bit her lip in trepidation, but there was excitement there as well.
“Do you want your special plug? The one you’re going to wear for Daddy?”
She didn’t say anything and he picked up the small heart paddle and gave her two slaps. He was right, there wasn’t much pain. Just a flicker of heat that made her clit throb.
“Answer me.”
“Yes, I’ll wear the plug.”
“I’ll wear the plug, Daddy. Or Sir.”
“I’ll wear the plug for you, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He started by washing her bottom then a lubed-up finger entered her hole, slowly but firmly pushing up inside her. Her breath left on a whoosh as he moved his finger around inside her. Ooh. Her clit was begging to be touched by now, her pussy wet with need.
“I’ve got something very special for you if you’re a good girl,” he explained to her, moving his other hand down to her pussy to toy with her clit. “That’s it. Two fingers now.”
She groaned as a second finger entered her back hole. Oh, that stung a bit.
“You’re doing so well. Look at you. So pretty. So sexy.” He slid his fingers free and then grabbed the plug and lube.
Then the slickened plug pressed against her back hole. “Breathe in. Now out, nice and slow. Relax. That’s it. Good. Very good. Such a good girl.”
The anal plug wasn’t that big, but it still burned slightly. But once it was pushed past her tight ring and settled in her bottom, she felt herself relax. He moved his finger back to her clit and arousal filled her.
“That’s it. That’s my girl. Come for me.”
Oh, she was so close. Her entire body shook with need. Her pussy clenched down, the plug in her bottom only added to her need.
“Come with that plug inside your bottom.”
Her head fell forward as she cried out loud, her body shaking as she came. He continued to rub at her clit until a second orgasm quickly followed the first. Her arms collapsed out in front of her and she would have ended up with a face full of bath water if his reflexes were any slower.
He grasped hold of her, picking her up and setting her down on the floor. He kept one arm around her waist as he grabbed a towel. Then once he was certain she could stand on her own, he dried her off and picked her up again, carrying her out to the bedroom where he wrapped her up in a blanket.
“I’m going to have to change. Someone got me all wet.”
“Shouldn’t that be my line?” She grinned at him.
As he undressed, she quickly took the chance to test her blood sugar levels. But her gaze kept moving to him. When he drew off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, she licked her lips hungrily. Then he moved to undo his belt and it took her longer than usual to read her monitor.
She put everything away then settled in to enjoy the show. His impressive erection was revealed as he stripped off his jeans and boxers. Marisol stood and moved over to him. Bravely, she reached out and lightly ran her fingers along his shaft.
He closed his eyes with a groan as she pumped his cock. She’d never done this before and she hoped she didn’t hurt him. Then he wrapped his hand around hers, squeezing tighter.
“Baby, feels so good.”
“Let me help you with this. Please.”
He opened his eyes, staring down at her intently. “Can’t take you until you’re ready to commit to me. No matter how much I want to, I won’t claim you until you’re ready.”
“I know, but does that mean I can’t touch you? Taste you?”
“You want to taste me?” he asked huskily.
“So much. Please.”
“Go sit on the edge of the bed,” he commanded.
She moved back and sat on the bed, her feet resting on the floor.
“Part your legs.”
She widened her thighs.
He grabbed hold of his cock, running his hand up and down the shaft. Oh man. Who knew that watching him touch himself could be such a turn-on?
“Offer me your breast.”
She cupped her breast, holding it up to him. It seemed crazy to her that she was still a virgin, yet here she was, sitting naked in front of the sexiest man she’d ever met, offering her breast at his command.
He walked over then leaned down and suckled on her nipple.
“Now the other.”
She held up her other breast, moaning quietly as he sucked on her nipple then lapped at
it. He stood up, staring down at her.
“So pretty.”
He grasped his cock around the base. She stared down at the long, thick shaft.
“Sure, baby?”
“Yes. God, yes. Please.”
“Open your mouth then. Take me inside you. Good. That’s so good.”
He thrust shallowly into her mouth. In and out. Not giving her mouth much more than the tip.
“You haven’t had a cock in your mouth, have you, my baby?”
“No,” she told him as he drew out.
“Then I get to teach you just what I like. I don’t know how I was lucky enough to find you. But the more time I spend with you, the more I realize that I wasn’t living. I was surviving. Your laughter, your sweet touches, your shy looks. Christ, it’s almost more than I can stand.”
As he spoke, he continued to thrust into her mouth, giving her more and more of his cock. She sucked as he pulled out.
“That’s it, baby. Suck on my cock. Show me how much you want it. You do want it, don’t you? You want it inside your pussy.”
She moaned her agreement as he thrust in deeper. She drove her mouth forward, gagging slightly as she took him deeper than she was comfortable with. Immediately, he drew out and gave her a concerned look.
“Easy, baby. You’re to let me set the pace, understand? Or you won’t be allowed my cock.”
“I’m sorry. I just wanted more of you.”
“And I don’t want you hurting yourself. We take this slow.”
There he was again.
She let him set the pace and depth again. Sucking on him, licking him when she could but letting him control it.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Your mouth is so good. Too good. It’s going to have me coming far too quickly. Reach up with one hand and cup my balls. That’s it. Gentle. Yes. Yes. I’m going to give you more. Just relax. That’s it.”
He pushed more of him inside her and she relaxed her throat, humming in pleasure. He let out a shout. “Do that again. Yes. Hell. I’m going to come, baby. Do you want me to pull out?”
She shook her head as much as she could.
“Sure? Baby, you were made for me. You’re going to drink me down, aren’t you? That’s it. Swallow me down. Good girl.”
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