Page 10 of Princess Josie (Littleworld)

Chapter Eight

Chase

Josie is so damn perfect for me that I want to fast forward to get past this awkward period. I want to tell her how I feel. I want to pull her onto my lap. I want to explore her body and make her lose her mind with pleasure.

I can’t do any of that. I have to slow down. It’s fucking hard though when she looks at me with those doe eyes and asks me if I’m going to spank her. She’s intrigued. She’s fucking squirming.

Spanking is not on tonight’s menu. Not even close. Talking , I remind myself. We need to get to know each other better. I need to know what she likes and doesn’t like. I don’t want to find out by trial and error.

I open the box of pizza and pull out a slice to set on Josie’s plate. “Do you want Daddy to cut it up for you, princess?”

She shakes her head. I love when she shakes her head because her pigtails fly around. “I can eat it whole, Daddy.”

I touch the piece in the middle to make sure it’s cool enough. Between the drive and how long I’ve been here, it’s surely no longer hot, but I want to make certain.

“Thank you,” she murmurs as I hand it to her.

“You’re welcome, Baby girl.”

She takes a bite and moans around the flavor. After chewing it and swallowing, she says, “That’s so good. I think it’s my new favorite food.”

I smile. I could sit here and watch her eat all evening and be happy. I love that she pulls her legs up and crosses them. She’s still wearing the Dalmatian dress from this morning. It’s cute as a button too.

She holds the plate under her chin to take another bite.

“Do you normally wear a bib, Little one?”

She slowly shakes her head.

“Is that something you’d like to do in the future?”

She swallows before speaking again. “Maybe.”

I eat a huge bite of the pizza before firing off another question. “I’ve seen most of your belongings. I assume you usually prefer an age range of about five?”

She lowers her gaze, fiddling with the pizza. “I guess.”

Hmmm. I don’t like that answer. It’s too vague. I’m starting to think even though she doesn’t have it in her to lie or fib, she does tend to give vague responses when she’s afraid to share something.

“You can tell me anything,” I inform her after another bite. “In fact, I’d like you to be candid and open with me, princess. I can’t know what you like and don’t like if you don’t tell me. I never want you to feel like you can’t say something.”

“Okay.”

We eat in silence for a few minutes. I polish off three slices. She finishes the one.

“Would you like another piece, princess?”

“No, Daddy. I’m full.”

I take her plate and set it on the coffee table before handing her the sippy cup. “Drink some water, Little one.”

She does as she’s told while I lean back and watch her.

When she’s finished, I set her cup on the table, noticing how she starts wringing her hands again.

I set my hand over both of hers, making her instantly calm. “You feel more relaxed when I’m touching you, don’t you.”

She nods.

“Would you like to sit closer to me?”

She nods again. She’s hesitant though.

I need to remember she has no experience with men or dating. My lips were the first ones to touch hers. “Would you like to sit on my lap?”

“Could I?”

“Of course. I would love that.” I scoop her up and settle her sideways on my lap, resting one hand against her lower back and the other over hers on her thighs.

She smiles.

“First rule. I need you to always tell Daddy when you like or don’t like something. I can’t read your mind. I don’t want you to ever feel uncomfortable or stressed. My job is to make sure you have the least anxiety possible.”

“Okay.”

“Now, let’s go back to your age range preference. I know you’ve been playing at about five, but would you like to experiment with other ages, princess?” I want to bring this subject back up because she hedged.

She meets my gaze and bites her lip.

“I noticed you don’t have any pacifiers. Do you usually suck your thumb at night?”

“Uh huh.”

“Maybe you’d like to try a paci. They make really nice pacifiers for adult mouths that will also protect your teeth. You might find they help soothe you when you’re stressed.”

“I’d like to try, Daddy.”

I’m onto something. She might benefit from some younger care. Perhaps not always but some of the time. I’ll introduce her to more later.

“More questions,” I tell her. “You were very hesitant about me touching you last night, and I noticed you didn’t hug your mom this morning. I bet you don’t ordinarily like to be touched.”

“Not usually, but I like it when you do it.” Her pretty cheeks pinken.

I rub her back. “I noticed that too, princess.”

“Is that weird?”

“Nothing about you is weird. I want you to stop saying that. You’re not weird, nor are any of your thoughts, feelings, or actions. Everyone has their own idiosyncrasies, Little one. You don’t need to be like anyone else. You’re just you, and you’re perfect just the way you are. Got it?”

She gives a definitive nod. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Her smile grows a mile when I call her my good girl . Noted. She snuggles against me deeper. I’m going to die before this night is over. My heart can’t take it.

She is so very mine in every way. I must rein in my feelings before I send her into a panic.

“I will always do my best to make sure you’re comfortable in every environment. That means it’s my job to make sure people don’t swarm around and try to touch you.”

“I don’t like to be rude. Melissa says I should touch people.”

“Who’s Melissa?” I furrow my brow, trying to think if she’s someone at the Dungeon.

“My counselor.”

“Ah. Well, Melissa is right. It is good for you to shake people’s hands if they offer it or do your best to return a hug, but when I’m with you, I will work hard to keep those things from happening in the first place to alleviate your stress.”

She throws her arms around me and hugs my neck so tight.

I wrap my arms around her and rub her back, inhaling her sweet scent. I nuzzle her neck, loving the way she shivers and the soft purr that escapes her lips.

When she finally releases her tight grip to lean back, she kisses me.

My God, she’s precious. I return her kiss with equal enthusiasm, not wanting to get carried away but making sure her emotions are reciprocated. I love kissing her. It will never be a hardship.

“I like kissing,” she declares when she releases my lips to take a breath.

“I love your kisses, princess.” Inside I’m gritting my teeth against the lust I feel. I hope she’s oblivious to the enormous erection pressing against her thigh.

“How long do people date before they have sex?”

Fuck me sideways.

I rub her back. “Everyone is different, Baby girl. I’m not having sex with you until you’re certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that you’re mine and want to be with me forever.”

“Other people have sex without knowing all that,” she tells me.

“Other people can do whatever they want. They aren’t us,” I inform her as I slide my hand up to her neck. “Does kissing make you feel aroused?”

“Yes. Is that weird?” Her breath hitches as she voices that question.

I lift a brow. “What did I say about the word weird?”

She draws in a breath. “That everyone is different. Not weird.”

“Good girl. And yes, most people get aroused when they kiss.”

“Do you?”

“Definitely.”

She stares hard at me before saying, “I’m scared.”

Not surprising. “What are you scared of, Baby girl?”

“Everything.” She doesn’t hesitate.

I smile. “That’s understandable. This is new. You can’t fully trust me yet. It takes time to trust people.”

“I want to trust you.”

“I know you do, Baby girl. You will in time. I promise. I’ll earn it.”

She draws in a deep breath and then twists and turns her entire body on my lap until she’s straddling my legs, facing me.

My heart races as I let my hands settle on the small of her back. If she looks down, she’s going to see my fucking hard cock. She has no idea what she’s doing to me. She’s not pressed so close that her pussy is rubbing my cock, but she’s fucking close.

She runs her hands up my chest and over my shoulders and biceps as if she’s exploring. She probably is. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, Baby girl. It’s very nice,” I murmur. Far too fucking nice.

She jerks her gaze up. “Your voice is different.”

I chuckle. “That’s going to happen when you run your sweet hands over my body, princess.” I gather her hands in mine and lift them to my lips to kiss her knuckles.

She’s breathing heavily. “I’ve read books.”

I keep her hands in mine, partly because I like holding them but mostly because I’m going to come in my pants if she keeps touching me, and I don’t want to tell her she can’t. I kiss her fingers again and press her small hands against my chest.

“That’s good, Baby girl. Books are a great way to learn all kinds of things. But keep in mind what happens in books is always perfect. Real life isn’t that perfect.”

“Oh.” She looks surprised.

“Especially sex. The hero and heroine in a book always have the best sex. In real life, it usually takes time and patience to get to the point where sex feels as good as they paint it in a book.”

“Oh.” Her eyes are wide.

This is not a discussion I ever expected to have with a woman, but Josie isn’t like any woman I’ve ever dated. She’s so innocent and inexperienced. I will need to be careful with her and explain things. She seems to like explanations.

The crazy thing is I have no doubt sex with her is going to blow the top off my head, but I need to be reasonable about her expectations. Women usually need some time before they enjoy it. Already I feel stressed about making sure her mind is also blown.

We need a change of subject. I can’t discuss sex with her anymore tonight, and if she kisses me many more times, she’s going to end up on her back on this couch with my cock pressed between her legs.

“What’s your favorite color?” I ask.

“Duh.” She giggles. “Pink.”

“Duh.” I roll my eyes as if I’m so silly. “Movie?”

“Daddy!”

“Oh. Cinderella ?”

She claps her hands together. “Yes!”

“Food?”

“Chicken alfredo pizza!”

I furrow my brow, a smile permanent on my face. “That’s your favorite food?”

“It is now because you brought it for me,” she declares.

I chuckle so hard we both jiggle.

“My turn,” she says. “I hope your favorite color isn’t red.”

I shake my head. “Nope. Navy.”

“Movie?”

“Bad Boys.”

“I’ve never seen that.”

“We can watch it together sometime.”

“Is it scary?”

“No. It’s funny.”

“Okay. Then it’s a date. Can we watch it tomorrow?”

I laugh. “Yes, princess. We can watch it tomorrow evening.”

Her smile is so bright it’s going to split her face. I’ve never seen her smile like this. She’s always timid and nervous at the club.

“What’s your favorite food?”

“Chicken alfredo pizza, of course.”

She laughs hard, tipping her head back. No one would know she has any sensory issues. Not right now. Not while she’s sitting on my lap.

When she finally sobers a bit, she sets her hands on my shoulders and meets my gaze. “Are you really coming over again tomorrow?”

“Yes, Baby girl. Every night if you’ll have me.” I slide my hands around to her back again.

“I don’t happen to have any plans this week,” she teases before glancing away. “You don’t really have to go to my parents’ house for dinner.”

I pull her closer. “I’m going to your parents’ house with you, princess. I’m going everywhere with you. We’re a team now.”