Page 9 of Grace's Daddy

He chuckles. “I’m serious. Sometimes there are unattached Littles on the island. They stay with sponsors. But most of the people who live there are in established relationships. It’s not a great place to find a life partner. So I spend half my time here on the mainland. On weekends I go to the Dungeon. I’ve had one eye scanning around me at all times, always looking for the perfect Little girl for me.”

I realize he’s still holding my hand, stroking my fingers. His next words make me stop breathing. “I think she’s been living across the hall from me right under my nose all this time.”

Chapter Four

I don’t blink or move a single muscle. I can’t. Did my sexy neighbor from across the hall just say what I think he said? Surely not.

“What do you say, Little girl? Do you think you’d be willing to give this Daddy a chance?”

I lick my very dry lips. He’s serious.

He gets a teasing sparkle in his eyes and continues, “Surely you didn’t go to all the trouble of dramatically dropping all your mail in the hallway and then kicking a pizza coupon under my door if you weren’t at least curious about me.”

A giggle bubbles up out of me. He’s not just sexy, he’s funny.

“You haven’t answered me, Grace,” he points out, still grinning. He’s not worried. He exudes confidence. He knows I’m going to agree. How could I not?

I shrug and pretend it’s no big deal. “Sure. I guess I could spend time with you. You’re not exactly an ogre, and you seem pretty nice.”

He releases my hand and surprises me when he lowers it to tickle my ribs. “Not an ogre, huh?”

Bending at the waist, I try to bat his hand away from my tummy, laughing so hard I might pee myself. That would be humiliating. “Eli, stop!”

He flattens his huge palm on my waist, no longer tickling. “I’m going to dedicate every waking hour to convincing you to call me Daddy instead of Eli.” His voice is serious this time.

I swallow. My heart is racing, and I grip my thighs together because the thought of calling him Daddy makes me want things from him that are not Daddy-like at all.

He turns my chair so I’m more fully facing him and straddles my knees with his. “Will you let me Daddy you, sweet girl?”

I nod.

“How about if you go change into whatever you normally wear to bed, and then I’ll read you a story?”

I can’t keep from smiling. My pretend Daddy reads to me at night, but I have to do all the work. The thought of having a real Daddy do the job makes the butterflies flutter around inside me again. My pussy is wet and soaking my panties.

Eli rises, takes my hand, and helps me to my feet. “Tomorrow when you’re on your lunch break, maybe you’ll color that picture in with real crayons. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain invisible crayons to my friends.”

I glance back at the picture I never started. “Okay.”

Eli points toward my bedroom. “Go change, sweet girl. I want to see the real you.”

I bite my lip as he releases me to give me a little shove in that direction. There have been a lot of weird firsts for me tonight. I’ve never had a man in my apartment. I’ve never met a Daddy—or at least I’ve never realized I had. I’ve never spent this much time with any man—Daddy or otherwise.

Even though my apartment is filled with things that demonstrate my personality, changing out of my adult clothes isa big step. I’m going to be brave, though. I have to. No way am I going to turn down Eli’s proposal. I’m too excited and curious.

After hurrying into my bedroom, I close the door and rush toward my dresser. It only takes me a few seconds to choose a pink nightgown with tiny white-and-yellow daisies all over it. It’s one of my favorites.

I aim for the attached bathroom, next, to potty and brush my teeth. After changing, I stare at myself in the mirror. I’m not wearing exactly what I will to bed, but this is close. I brush out my hair next. It’s past my shoulders, but I don’t usually like it to get much longer because then my pigtails get too heavy and give me a headache. My brown wavy hair is very thick.

Finally I leave the bathroom and head for the bedroom door. I’m nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before. What if he doesn’t like my Little? What if he’s not even still in my apartment?

Finding my brave, I open the door. A breath of relief escapes my lips when I see him standing at my kitchen counter. My living room and kitchen are even tidier than they were after he loaded the dishwasher. He’s been cleaning.

He must hear me because he turns around. He freezes, his eyes going wide.

I panic.

But then his expression softens, and he licks his lips. “You’re precious, Grace.”