Page 29 of Grace's Daddy

Getting at least partially dressed—enough to make a semi-decent trip to the other side of the hall—was difficult. I suggested we just open the door and make a run for it. Daddy wasn’t having it.

But now we’re here. I have a ridiculous amount of ointment rubbed into my pussy, and I’m diapered and burrowed under the covers in Daddy’s bed. He refuses to let me wear anything else as he climbs in behind me, spoons me, and holds me tightly.

His lips come to my ear. “I love you, Grace.”

My breath hitches, and I twist my head around to look at him in the dim light of the nightlight he plugged in across the room. “I love you, too, Eli.” It’s true. The words aren’t difficult to say at all. I’ve thought them many times recently. Now they are finally out there in the universe, and it feels amazing.

Daddy strokes my arm. “I get to have you for the entire day tomorrow. I’m not letting you leave my bed.”

I wiggle against him. “Not complaining.”

“Are you tired?”

“I thought I was, but now I’m energized. Are we going to have sex again?” I ask, my body coming alive at the idea.

He chuckles. “No, naughty girl. You need to recover. I shouldn’t have entered you so many times tonight. Your pussy isn’t used to being stretched that far.”

I sigh dramatically. “Poop.”

He growls against my neck. “So naughty. I didn’t even get a chance to spank you.”

I squirm my ass against his erection. “There’s still time.”

He cups my breast and pinches my nipple. “You’re so bad. I’ve created a monster.”

I arch my chest. The pinch hurts, but it’s a weird kind of pain that goes straight to my clit.

“Tomorrow, Little one. I’ll show you what it means to be spanked tomorrow. Now, let me ask you something serious.” He rolls me to my back, props himself on his elbow, and cups my face.

“What’s wrong?” My heart races as I see how serious his expression is. His brows are furrowed. Everything was so perfect until this moment. Now I’m nervous.

“Nothing’s wrong, sweet girl. I just wanted to ask you about your job. I want to understand how important it is to you. I don’t mean to influence you one way or the other. I just want to convey that if you enjoy your job and it makes you feel fulfilled then we’llfit it into our lives. If you hate it and you’d rather abandon it, that’s also fine.”

“Oh.” I hadn’t thought much about it, but duh. If I’m going to go with him to the island in a week, I guess he has questions. “Nobody cares where I work. I just figured if I traveled with you I could work from there. Is that possible?”

“Yes. Totally possible. We can make it work. There are some challenges to working from the island, but they aren’t insurmountable.”

“What kind of challenges?”

“Well, the biggest one is that Littles are never left alone. When caregivers go to work, their Littles go to a daycare center.”

My eyes widen. “For real?”

“Yep. Some Littles go there and play with friends. Others take classes if they want to work on college degrees. And there are private quiet rooms where Littles can work.”

I bite my lip while I ponder this option. It’s intriguing. It’s also overwhelming. A week ago, I was a quiet mousy woman living a very private life. Now I’m the girlfriend of an amazing man who shares my preferred kink and wants me to move in with him, including traveling half the time to a remote private island that caters to age play.

It’s surreal.

Daddy kisses me. “You don’t have to make any specific decisions tonight, Little one. Just think about your options.”

“Okay.”

Daddy drops onto his back and tugs me over to tuck me into his side. His hand glides up and down my spine, making goosebumps rise all over my skin.

“I don’t know if I can sleep naked,” I whisper against his shoulder.

“You’re not naked,” he teases, patting my bottom.