Page 16 of Grace's Daddy

Eli stands behind me. His hands land on my shoulders. I meet his gaze in the full-length mirror before he lowers his down my body. I can’t help but follow his lead.

My breath hitches. I dress similar to this every day. I don’t usually stare at myself in the mirror. I dress like this because itmakes me feel like my authentic self. I never think about what I might look like to someone else.

My dress is nearly see-through, which would be fine if I were wearing a bra, but he’s right. It’s not safe for public without one. The pigtails and bows make a particular statement, as do the white flats and frilly socks.

Eli slides his hands down my arms, threads his fingers with mine, and lifts our combined hands up to his shoulders. When he does, my dress rises several inches, revealing my matching blue panties.

Suddenly he releases my hands, bends his knees, wraps an arm around my waist under my breasts, and lifts me off the floor as though I weigh nothing. He hauls me up so that my head is next to his at the same level.

I’m panting, unable to take my gaze off of us. My dress has risen up so high that my belly is revealed. My legs are dangling way off the floor.

Eli stares at us for long seconds before he turns his head and sets his lips on my ear. “Sexy. As. Fuck.” He kisses my neck, growls, and adds, “Mine.”

Chapter Seven

A deep shudder races down my body at that one word. So possessive. I’m not scared. I’m turned on and pleased. To think I worried earlier today that he might not be as into my Little as he expected. Apparently my concerns were unnecessary. He’s into me.

Grabbing my hip with his free hand, he shifts his other lower and turns me so I’m plastered to his side. “Wrap your legs around me, Baby girl.”

I hold on to his neck and do as I’m told, my heart racing as I plaster my pussy to his hip while he carries me out of the bathroom and back through his home until we enter the kitchen.

Eli turns sideways when we reach the kitchen island and sets my bottom on the surface. Releasing me, he plants his hands on either side of my hips and bends forward to meet my gaze. “You’re mine, Grace,” he repeats.

I swallow. “Okay.” I want that. I don’t fully trust it, but I want to be his more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

“I’m going to prove it to you, sweet girl. Every single day.”

“Okay.”

He gives me a quick peck on the lips. “Okay,Daddy.”

I whimper, deciding to try it out. “Okay, Daddy.” Relief floods me. The word rolls off my tongue so naturally. I’ve been using it for years. It’s just that no one was ever on the receiving end of my conversations.

I’ve quietly had conversations with an imaginary Daddy every day of my life, though. I’ve perfected every aspect of being Little.

“Daddy… Please can I watch five more minutes of TV?”

“Daddy… I don’t want to get in the bath yet.”

“Will you read me a story, Daddy?”

“The yellow dress, Daddy.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“I love you, Daddy.”

Eli is watching my face as all these memories flood my mind. Finally he stands at his full height and takes a step back. For the first time since I opened my front door, he’s not touching me. I feel slightly self-conscious, and I look down and gasp when I see that my dress is up around my waist.

I reach down to pull it over my panties, but Eli stops me. “Leave it, sweet girl.”

I lift my gaze to his to find his eyes smoldering. I swallow. He’s so handsome, and I love the way he looks at me. Any insecurities I have flee the room.

“Can you sit there really still and not fall off the counter if I leave you alone for a minute, Baby girl?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Eli continues to stare at me for long seconds before groaning as he finally turns to hurry from the room.