Page 21 of Grace's Daddy
“Well, there is that. Half the titillation comes from feeling helpless and out of control. I’m confident you’ll enjoy every second even if you’re embarrassed. Humiliation is part of medical play.”
“What if I don’t like it?”
“Every single thing we do together is meant to make you feel good. If anything has the opposite effect, we won’t do it. There are some Littles who genuinely do not like to be exposed to the doctors and nurses. The doctor can sense that in a Littlein moments. If either myself or the doctor thought you weren’t benefitting from medical play, we would stick to visiting the clinic for strictly medical purposes.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. “So it’s not mandatory?”
“Some parts of the island are mandatory. Total regression for example and everything that encompasses. Not negotiable. Visiting the doctor for your actual health isn’t negotiable. Kinky medical practices that don’t turn you on are not required, though.”
“Okay.” I feel better now.
“Are you done eating, Little one? Do you want more soup or sandwiches?”
“I’m full. Thank you.” Plus there are butterflies racing through my tummy because all I can focus on is the thought of him seeing me naked when we go back to my apartment. I don’t know why I’m nervous. It’s not about my body. I’m not worried about that part. It’s about how strongly I’m going to react to him. I might orgasm from the slightest contact after holding back all day, and that will embarrass me.
Chapter Nine
“You are so incredibly creative, Grace,” Eli says thirty minutes later as he explores everything in my bathroom. “You’ve thought of everything a Little girl could possibly need and made it happen for you.”
I feel proud of the life I’ve created, and it pleases me that he’s so impressed. I rock back and forth on my shoes as he picks up my bubble bath and then sets it down to look at my water toys.
“I bet I haven’t thought ofeverything,” I say. “Whatever you tucked into your bag to bring over here for after the bath is probably not something I own.” I’m fishing for information, though I know I won’t get it out of him. He’s not going to cave and show me what he brought until he’s ready.
He chuckles. “Good point. I suspect you’re right. I seriously doubt you have one of anything that was left in that box. Most of it is medical related.”
I’m a smart girl. I can read between the lines. I got enough of a glimpse at the remaining contents to know that my ass is in jeopardy most nights this week. Every time I think about him putting something in my butt, I squeeze my cheeks together. I might be willing to let him diaper me, but dealing with my wasteor putting anything up inside me makes me cringe. It’s icky in there.
Eli bends over and turns on the water, testing it until he’s satisfied before putting the stopper in the bottom and turning back to face me. He brought a kitchen chair in here, and he’s sitting on it.
He pulls me between his legs and cups my face. “Are you ready to let me bathe you, Grace? If you’re not, we don’t have to take this step yet. We can wait.”
I love that he asks. That means the world to me and calms my soul. “I’m ready.”
“I promise I will watch closely, figure out what makes you tick, and give you orgasms when you’re aroused.”
Thank goodness. If he denies me an orgasm tonight, I might die. I’m not sure about multiple. I’ve never managed that. But, then again, I’ve never been as aroused as I’ve been all evening and really all day.
“May I undress you, sweet girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“After tonight, I won’t ask you again, but I want to be sure you’re on the same page as me when we enter new territory. I never want you to feel pressured to go too far too fast. I may be anxious to make you mine in every way, but I’m still a caring Daddy, and I never want to pressure you.”
He’s said that several times, and I appreciate his concerns. “Thank you.”
He lifts one of my feet between his legs and removes my shoe and sock before setting it down to do the same to the other. That was four of the six articles of clothing I’m wearing. I’m two-thirds naked now from that standpoint.
His hands come to the hem of my dress, and he pauses before slowly lifting it over my head, leaving me in nothing but my pale-blue panties.
Eli drops my dress on the floor without taking his eyes off me. Then he gently wraps his hands around my biceps and pulls me closer, lowering his forehead to mine.
I love when he does that. It makes me feel closer to him. I love how his breathing is heavier and his mouth is parted. I love the way he’s staring into my eyes.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he whispers.
I bite into my bottom lip, not knowing how to take a compliment. No one has ever said something like that to me. How could they? I’ve never given anyone a chance to do so. I never even look men in the eye for any longer than absolutely necessary.
But Eli… I’ll look him in the eyes for the rest of my life if he’ll let me.