Page 18 of Grace's Daddy

Finally he gives my hips a squeeze and growls. I love that sound. He did it last night, too. It’s so sexy and filled with frustration. I may be inexperienced, but I recognize lust when I hear it.

“Do you like grilled cheese, sweet girl?”

I nod slowly, startled by the sudden change of subject.

“Tomato soup?”

I nod again.

“I picked up the soup from a local deli. They have the best. But I’m going to make the grilled cheese myself. How does that sound?”

“Delicious.”

Eli lifts me off the counter and slowly lowers me down his body until I’m on my feet. My dress finally falls back into place as he takes a step away from me. He turns me around and guides me toward the kitchen table.

There’s a box on the floor that I didn’t notice before. On the top it saysAdult Female Regression Kit. I thread my fingers together in front of me.

Eli pulls out a chair, sits, and backs me up between his legs so I’m facing the box. He wraps his arms around me and sets his palms on my thighs. God, I love it when he touches me there.

His lips come to my ear. “This is a starter kit for people who intend to visit Regression Island for the first time. I thought you might be curious. Why don’t you look through it while I make dinner?”

My heart races. Everything about the last twenty-four hours has been surreal. It never ends. “Okay,” I murmur. In truth, I’m both panicking and excited. I want to see what’s in the box, but what if it’s more than I’m prepared to deal with?

Eli urges me to step forward, and then he stands, releases me, and moves toward the fridge.

I glance at him. I like it better when he’s touching me. I’m shivering now that I’m alone. When I look back at the box, I see that it’s open. All I need to do is part the top and look inside.

“Feel free to explore, Little one. Take things out. Set them on the table. Ask me questions.”

“Yes, Sir,” I mumble. It takes me another minute to build up the courage. Finally I kneel in front of the box and lift the flap. I glance at Eli.

He’s looking at me from the island. “Go ahead, sweet girl. Nothing in there will bite.”

A giggle pops out of me at the suggestion. I take a deep breath and lean over closer. The first thing I see is a package of diapers.I lift it out, relieved. I’m familiar with diapers. But then I notice another pack and pick them up, too, holding them both in front of me to figure out the difference.

“Nighttime and daytime, Baby girl,” Eli informs me.

Ah. Daytime… I’ve never explored much with wetting myself in the daytime. I like the comfort of wearing them at night, but in the day… That’s another level of Little. I shouldn’t be surprised. After all, Eli said Littles do not use bathrooms on the island.

The next thing I spot is a pack of bottles and nipples. There are cleaning supplies for both. Also familiar. I’m starting to relax as I reach for the pacifiers that look similar to the kind I use. Next, a container of powdered formula.

“What’s this for?” I ask, looking toward the man who is now flipping sandwiches at the stove.

“Littles who are new to the island start off with a formula-only diet. It helps them settle into a fully regressed routine. The reason for the regression kits is that for some Littles it’s helpful to start the process here on the mainland before they ever visit the island so they’re acclimated.”

My fingers tremble as I read the side of the canister. It seems the powder contains all the nutrients and vitamins an adult Little could need for an extended period of time. They certainly take age play very seriously at this place.

I pick up a few more, smaller containers and hold them up. One says it’s a laxative. I know what that’s for. It makes me shudder. The other says glycerin suppositories. I’m pretty sure suppositories are pills that go in your butt. I nearly drop the package.

Eli squats next to me and takes both bottles from me. He holds them out. “This one helps soften stools, and this one helps Little girls empty their bowels into their diapers.”

My face heats. Poop… In a diaper. I cringe and scrunch up my nose. Gross.

“It’s part of life, sweet girl. Caregivers on the island take care of Little girls in every way.”

I glance into the box again. There are still several items, but I don’t recognize or like the looks of any of them.

Eli puts the two bottles of pills back in the box and scoops me off the floor. He kisses my neck as he carries me on his hip over to the island. It’s not until he’s lowering me onto one of the bar stools that I realize it has a booster seat attached to it.