Page 10 of Grace's Daddy

I blow out a breath of relief and notice he’s holding one of my bottles.

“I found this in your cabinet. I see you have milk and strawberry syrup in your fridge. Do you like to take a bottle at night, sweet girl?”

I slowly nod. How did he figure that out? He doesn’t seem upset by it. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Nothing in my apartment has shocked him, but he doesn’t know everythingabout me yet. Just because he’s a Daddy Dom doesn’t mean he’s looking for a Little girl who’s quite as young as I sometimes like to play.

Without hesitating, Eli fixes me a bottle of strawberry milk. He meets my gaze again as he shakes it up. “Do you warm it, Baby girl? Or do you like it cold?”

“Cold,” I murmur. He called me Baby girl. Maybe the bottle caused him to change his endearment. He seems unphased. I have hope he won’t mind. If he had found my cabinet full of bottles and was turned off, he would have said so and left. Right?

“Story time,” he says as he approaches me. He strokes my hair with his free hand when he’s close enough. “Maybe you’ll let me brush it out for you tomorrow night.”

The butterflies are back. I’d love for him to brush my hair. It sounds heavenly. If I didn’t think he would reprimand me, I would pinch myself again. I’m still finding it hard to believe this is really happening.

“Do you want to choose a book, Baby girl?” he asks as we enter my room.

I hurry over to my shelf and pick one of my favorite chapter books. Will it seem silly and boring to him? When I turn around, I find him pulling back my covers and arranging several pillows against the headboard. He kicks off his shoes and sits.

I’m too stunned to move. He looks so huge sitting on my bed. It was a big bed before he came into my room. It’s queen-sized. Plenty large for me. But Eli is over six feet tall and broad. He makes my bed look miniature.

He lifts his gaze and gives me one of his amazing smiles before patting the bed next to him. “I can’t read you the story if you don’t bring me the book.” He holds up my bottle and jiggles it. “Plus, you can’t drink this from all the way over there.”

I hurry forward and climb onto the bed, realizing a bit too late that I can’t gracefully get up next to him without him seeing my panties. My nightgown isn’t very long.

He doesn’t say a word, though, as he wraps an arm around my shoulders and hauls me against his side. I tip my head back to find his brow furrowed as if he’s contemplating something.

Suddenly, he sets the bottle on my nightstand, twists toward me, lifts me off the mattress, and settles me sideways on his lap.

My breath hitches as I try to tug my nightie under my bottom. I’m on Eli’s lap. I’m wearing nothing but a thin cotton nightgown and panties. He’s going to read me a story. It’s too surreal to believe.

I’m further startled when Eli leans me back to cradle me in his arms. He reaches across to retrieve the bottle and brings the nipple to my lips. His furrowed brow is gone. He’s smiling contentedly now.

I lift my hands up to take the bottle from him, but he circles my wrists easily with one hand and lowers mine to my waist. “Daddy’s job.”

I suck in a breath.Daddy’s job… Oh, God. I’m going to expire on the spot. Somehow I manage to open my mouth to accept the nipple and find myself sucking as I stare into his eyes. For the first time in all the years I’ve been practicing age play, a real Daddy is feeding me. It’s so natural for him that he’s seamlessly slid into my home, my bedroom, and my bed. He’s holding my bottle as if it’s something we’ve done every night of my life.

His arm is so large that he has it wrapped all the way around me and can hold my bottle with that hand and the book in his other. He opens it to the first page and starts reading.

It’s hard for me to focus on the story. It doesn’t matter because I’ve read this book many times, but I love listening to Eli’s voice. He’s a great reader. He even gives the characters different voices.

When my bottle is empty, Eli pauses to take it from me and set it on the bedside table. I feel a bit fidgety and even bring my hand up to my face, barely stopping myself from putting my thumb in my mouth.

Eli has resumed reading, and he somehow manages to continue while circling my wrist. I think he’s keeping me from sucking my thumb, which embarrasses me so much that my face heats. Apparently this Daddy doesn’t encourage thumb sucking.

When he comes to the end of the chapter in another minute, he sets the book down and focuses on me. “Do you have a pacifier, Baby girl? They make adult ones that are much better for your dental health than thumb sucking.”

I nod as a relieved breath leaves my lungs. “There’s one in my nightstand.” Apparently he isn’t opposed to my sucking habit. He’s just worried about my teeth.

It’s not until Eli has reached across me and pulled open my drawer that I realize what I’ve done. I bolt upright in his arms, trying to block him. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Pacifiers aren’t the only things I keep in that drawer.

“Grace…” Eli chuckles. “Is there something in your nightstand you don’t want me to see?” he teases.

I awkwardly reach for his face to block his line of sight. “I’ll get it.”

He laughs again. “Hmmm. Now I’m curious. What’s in the drawer, sweet girl?” His hands are on my waist. He’s making no effort to lean around me even though he could easily do so. He’s much stronger than me.

“Things,” I say.

His body shakes with his chuckles. “I’m a Dom, Grace. Sure, I’m a Daddy Dom, but I’m still a Dom. There’s nothing you could possibly own that I haven’t seen. I suspect you’ve got a vibrator in there. I bet most women have a vibrator in their nightstands. It would surprise me if you didn’t.”