Page 19 of Grace's Daddy

I giggle as he settles me on the seat. I don’t mind this idea. It makes me feel Little. But my breath hitches when he pulls a strap up between my legs and fastens it to two other straps around my waist.

Eli taps my nose. “You don’t have permission to rub your pussy against the nylon, naughty girl. Sit still in your seat.”

All the blood drains from my face at his suggestion. I’m intrigued by the way he mixes adult and Little concepts together. He seems to read my mind and nails my feelings every time. What I’m experiencing must be common.

On the one hand, I’m fully in Little space. On the other hand, he never hesitates to point out how horny it’s making me. I’ve spent evenings practicing age play for years. Yes, I’m aware that the concept can be titillating, especially if I’m reading a naughty book, but living alone and practicing my kink without a Daddy has caused me to miss out on the sexy part of this lifestyle.

Eli sets a plate in front of me. It’s pink plastic with a princess in the center. He has cut up my sandwich in perfect strips which will be easy to dunk in the bowl of soup he adds next. Finally he adds a sippy cup of water.

“Wait a minute for it to cool, sweet girl. It’s too hot.”

“Yes, Sir.” I watch as he fills his own plate and takes a seat next to me. I love how bossy he is. It makes my Little heart beat faster every time he makes one of his demands. They aren’t mean. They’re mostly safety related.

I find myself smiling because I really like Eli. A lot. More than a lot. I hope I’m not setting myself up for a huge hurt.

Chapter Eight

“Tell me about your day,” Eli says as he sits next to me.

I’m startled for a moment because my day is the farthest thing from my mind. In fact, I’m still glancing at the ominous box filled with odd things that make me have a lot of questions.

Eli looks toward the box for a second and then back to me. “Don’t worry, Little one. If you’re interested, I’ll introduce you to the rest of the things one at a time. I’ll even wear my lab coat while we explore together if you’d like.” He’s smiling broadly, causing wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

His lab coat is now settled over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. He must have put it there before he started cooking.

I jerk my attention back to my plate, pick up one of the sticks of grilled cheese, and dip it into the soup. I moan around the first bite. It’s so good.

“I guess you like it,” Eli teases.

After chewing and swallowing, I nod. “Delicious. I’ve been missing out on this deli.”

“It’s my favorite. We can go there sometime if you’d like. Or if you’d rather spend your evenings in Little space, I’ll order other food from there next time.” He lifts up a napkin and dabs a drip of soup from my chin. “I should get you some bibs.”

I like that idea, too. Everything he does makes me feel comfortable. He’s either psychic, a genius, or heaven sent him to me. Maybe all three.

“Now, you didn’t tell me about your day yet, sweet girl. Did you do anything exciting?”

I swallow my next bite before answering. “There is nothing overly exciting about my job except when a customer sometimes gets irate. Usually I just call patients to schedule their surgeries or to gather all their intake information. It’s pretty boring.”

“It’s important, though,” he points out. “You’re the link between the patients and the doctor. It’s a lot of responsibility.”

I sit up taller at the compliment. “Yeah. I guess so.”

“Is it something you enjoy?”

I shrug. “It’s the perfect job for me. I don’t have to face people in person. I don’t have to make cold calls trying to sell anything. I rarely need to leave my home.”

“I guess that would be attractive for someone who’s introverted.”

“That’s me,” I admit.

“You’re pretty open with me,” he says.

He’s right. I can’t explain how it’s possible that in one day I’ve gotten comfortable enough with Eli to look him in the eyes, make normal conversation, and even face important aspects about my lifestyle. “You make it easy.”

“I’m glad. I will always strive to make your life easier, Little one.” He says that like he’s a permanent fixture in my life. I won’t let myself hope too much that he’s telling the truth. He can’t know that for sure. He barely knows me at all. He might change his mind in a few days and stop coming over after work.

I pick up my spoon and lean over my bowl to get a sip of soup by itself. It’s really delicious. I’m using my food to distract me from my worries. The more I get to know Eli, the more I realize how much it will hurt if he changes his mind about me.