Page 17 of Princess Josie (Littleworld)

Chapter Thirteen

Chase

One month later …

“Josie. Slow down. What did Daddy say about running in the house?”

She skids to a stop next to me in the kitchen. The only thing that keeps me from panicking every time she does this is the fact that she’s usually barefoot. If she had on socks, she would surely slip and fall on her butt.

“Sorry, Daddy. I forgot.”

I turn the burner down on dinner and turn toward her where she’s bouncing excitedly on her toes. “I think you need a reminder.”

She shakes her head, her pigtails flying. Her hands reach back to her cute derriere and cover it. “I don’t need a spanking, Daddy. I won’t run again.”

I lift a brow. “That’s twice today alone. Tell me what you’re so excited about, Baby girl, and then we need to address your behavior.”

“There’s a package at the door,” she tells me. “Is it for me?”

Packages have been coming for the past two days because today is Josie’s birthday, but this one is the one I was really hoping would arrive by today.

I tap her nose. “Let’s go see, Baby girl.”

She follows me excitedly, skipping because she thinks that doesn’t count as running. It’s damn near impossible not to chuckle every time she skirts the rules. She’s so fucking cute.

She grins when I open the door, pointing at the new rose bushes. “Look, they’re blooming. I love them.” She wraps her arms around my waist from the side and holds me tight. “You are the very bestest Daddy in the world.”

She tells me this more than once a day, and it never gets old. It makes me feel good. It reminds me I’m doing my job well.

She’s right. The new pink roses look amazing.

I snag the package off the porch, noting the return address to confirm this is indeed the gift I’ve been waiting for. After carrying it inside, I set it on the coffee table before sitting on the couch.

I tug Josie to my side.

She sticks out her bottom lip. “Are you going to spank me?”

“Yes, princess. Daddy has rules for a reason. Running in the house is one of them. I know you don’t want to fall and crack your head and end up in the hospital, do you?”

“No, Daddy,” she says in a small voice. “But it’s hard to remember.”

“Or…” I suggest, “maybe you like having your bottom spanked?”

She shakes her head. “That’s silly.” But she also squeezes her thighs together.

I guide her closer to my side and pull her leggings and panties to her knees before lowering her across my lap and pushing her T-shirt up. “So, you’re telling me if I stroke your pussy right now, I won’t find it wet?”

She whimpers. “Daddy, that’s not fair.”

I slide my hand down her cute bottom and between her legs. When I touch her folds, I find her soaked. “Mmm. My Little girl likes it when I take her over my lap.”

She says nothing.

I lift my hand and swat her bottom several times, warming her up before I increase the pressure and spank her harder. When she squirms, I flatten my other palm on the small of her back to keep her steady.

She’s panting by the time I’m done. Her bottom is a delightful shade of pink, and she’s shaking with need.

I probably shouldn’t indulge her and reward her for naughty behavior with orgasms, but it’s so hard to deny her when she’s like this. Impossible. I can’t do it. The sweetest thing in the world is my Josie when she comes on my fingers.

When I stroke through her folds, she moans. She’s so wet. I thrust two fingers into her, holding her down so she can’t slip away. She’s wiggly when she’s this aroused.

It only takes a few taps against her clit for her to come on my hand, and the sound that slips from her mouth makes my cock so fucking hard.

“That’s my good girl. So pretty.” I ease my fingers out, suck them clean of her sweetness, and gently roll her over so she’s sitting on my lap.

In an unexpected move, she pushes to her feet, tugs her shirt off, and drops it on the floor.

Her hands come to the front of my jeans.

She rarely touches the button or zipper because both are on her list of anxiety-inducing items. But she tugs the button free today before wiggling her small hand down under the denim and my underwear.

“Please, Daddy?”

I can’t deny her this either. I yank my own shirt over my head, drop it on the floor next to hers, and lift my hips to tug the zipper down and pull my jeans and underwear down to my knees.

Josie releases my cock to clamber up onto my lap, straddling me. I’ve learned she’s a different person when she’s horny. Very grown up. Her eyes glaze over with lust as she grabs my shoulders and rubs her pussy against my erection.

I love how bold she has gotten with regard to sex. She has no problem asking for what she needs. She loses all inhibitions when she’s in this headspace.

I love everything about this woman. She can be shy and timid in her youngest space. She can also arch her chest and lower herself onto my cock in her most adult space.

And right now, she’s taking control as she lines herself up with my cock and thrusts down hard. All the breath leaves her lungs, and she shudders. A smile spreads across her face. “God, that feels good. You didn’t have to get me any gifts, Chase. This is all I need.”

My breath hitches as she rises up and thrusts back down. I slide my hands from her waist to her breasts, cupping them before I pinch her nipples.

She cries out, arching her tits my direction. “Yes…”

I manage to continue to fondle her precious breasts while she rides me hard, loving the way she moves and the noises she makes.

It always takes effort to keep from coming inside her too soon.

I have to focus on her pleasure and grit my teeth to ensure she comes around my cock before I let my own release consume me.

Luckily, Josie grinds her clit against the base of my erection a few minutes later, her pussy gripping me so hard that she forces my release to follow right on the heels of hers.

We’re both panting as she stares at me, grinning.

It’s mesmerizing to watch her transform back into her Little space. Her cheeks turn pink and she tips her head shyly to one side. “I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, princess.”

“Can I open my present now?”

“You said you didn’t need gifts. You said my cock was all you cared about,” I tease her.

She swats at my shoulder. “Daddy!”

I chuckle as I lift her off my cock and stand her on her feet before grabbing a pile of tissues from the end table to clean myself off.

As I pull my jeans back up over my cock, Josie reaches for her clothes.

I take them from her and set them next to me on the couch. “You won’t need those, Baby girl. Open the gift.”

She giggles as she tears into it naked. Inside the outer shipping packaging is a gift-wrapped present in shiny pink paper. “It’s so pretty, Daddy. I’m going to ruin the wrapping paper.”

I laugh. “I think you’ll forget about it after you see what’s inside.”

She bounces on her toes as she tears into it. When she holds it up, the breath leaves her lungs.

Her eyes go wide. She starts shaking. Her bottom lip trembles and tears leak out to run down her cheeks. “Daddy…” she murmurs. “Where did you get this? How? I…”

I take it from her and hold it up. “I had it made special for you, princess. A Cinderella princess dress for my princess. No Velcro. No tags. No zippers or buttons or snaps. The material is supposed to be soft enough to make you feel like you’re floating.” I lift it higher. “Want to try it on?”

She raises her arms.

I lower it over her head so it falls into place. It fits her perfectly, but I want to make sure nothing is itching her. “How does it feel, Baby girl?”

She pats it all over and runs her hands around the neckline before squealing and spinning around in circles. “Oh my God! Daddy!” She keeps spinning, the skirt flaring out around her.

My heart seizes. She’s so fucking adorable. I love making her happy. I’m going to do my best to make her happy every day of her life. I want her to squeal and spin and smile and giggle and clap her hands together. I want to see it every chance I can get.

She runs over to me, throws her arms around me, and hugs me tight. She kisses all over my face. “I love it, Daddy! I love it so much. I can’t believe you did this for me.”

Suddenly, she stops and her face goes serious. She cups my cheeks and holds my gaze. “I love you, Chase. And I really want you to fuck me again now.”

I chuckle. She’s amazing.

I rise, toss her over my shoulder, and carry her to our bedroom. Before I drop her on the bed, I pull the dress over her head.

She sprawls out, spreading her legs while I remove my jeans and underwear.

“Good birthday?” I ask my precious Baby girl a few hours later.

I’m sitting in the rocking chair in her nursery, watching her play. She’s wearing the Cinderella dress, having told me she’s going to wear it every day for the rest of her life.

She’s also wearing a diaper and sucking on a pacifier.

We’ve determined when she’s in her nursery, she likes to be younger.

Nights and weekends she spends a lot of time in here.

I usually bottle-feed her before her nap on weekends.

She sleeps soundly when she’s wearing nothing but a diaper, secure in her crib with Emma and the softest sheet and blankie on earth.

While she’s played, I’ve ordered three more princess dresses from the same seamstress. I really like it when my girl smiles.

“Daddy?”

I look up to see her waddling toward me, her pacifier dangling from the clip on the front of her dress. “Do you need a diaper change, Baby girl?”

She nods, her cheeks pink. “Yeah, but I have a question.” She leans into me when I spread my legs, flattening her palms on my chest.

I slide my hands up her back. “What’s your question, princess?”

“Can we go to the Dungeon next Friday?”

“Of course. We can go anytime you want.” We haven’t gone since we got together.

“I haven’t seen Zia or any of the other Littles for a while. I know it won’t be a costume party or anything, but can I wear my new dress?”

“Absolutely. Little girls come to the Dungeon in pretty princess dresses all the time. I think that would be perfect.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” She pops her pacifier back into her mouth.

I stand, grasping Josie by the hips to lift her into the air and carry her to the changing table. I watch as she slides into her youngest age space, sucking the pacifier while she spreads her legs wide and lets me change her.

When I’m done, I lift her up and carry her back to the rocking chair. I settle her on my lap and lean forward to pull her last present out of my back pocket. I hold it up in front of her and tug the paci from her lips. “One more gift for my princess.”

Her eyes go wide. “Daddy, you’ve already given me so many gifts. I’ve been opening presents all week.”

It’s true. I let her open everything the moment it arrived, partly because I wanted her birthday to drag out for days, partly because I didn’t have the willpower to make her wait until today, but mostly because I get so much pleasure from watching her open each new thing.

“This is the last one.”

She takes the envelope from me and carefully opens one side before easing the card out of the pink paper. She glances at me before she reads the front of the card. It’s a special card I purchased from a custom shop that specializes in age-play items.

The front has Cinderella on it.

When she opens it, another envelope falls out onto her lap, but she reads the inside out loud, “To my precious Little girl on her birthday. I love you more than words can say. Forever and ever, Daddy.”

“What’s this?” she asks, holding up the second envelope.

“Open it and see,” I tell her, smiling.

She reaches inside and pulls out the contents. For a moment she simply stares at the two tickets. Finally, she lifts her gaze, eyes wide. “These are tickets to Littleworld, Daddy.”

I chuckle. “Thank God your reading skills are up to par. Your German translations would be suspect if you couldn’t read in English,” I tease.

She squeals for the tenth time today. “Daddy! We’re going to Littleworld?”

“Yes, Baby girl. For vacation. We can look at our schedules and choose a week.”

“I’ve always wanted to go to Littleworld,” she screams. “I’ve heard it’s the funnest place on earth.”

“That’s what I hear. One of my friends from the police force moved there a while back. He now works security for the island.”

“Elijah?”

“Yep. That’s him.”

“His Little girl is Petra. I remember her too. She was so sweet. I was sad when she moved away. Will we get to visit them?”

“Of course. A lot of Littles from the Dungeon have moved there. I bet you’ll know several of them.”

She leans in close to me and whispers. “Every Little on the island is fully regressed all the time.”

I rub her back. “I know. Are you ready for that?”

“I think so, Daddy. I do it sometimes all day here at home. But it will be weird and different being diapered in front of other people.”

“Yes. That will take some adjusting. I bet you can do it though.”

She sits up and nods. “I know I can, Daddy.” She gives me another tight hug before leaning back. “I don’t want to go on any red rides though. Can we skip those?”

I chuckle. “No red rides, princess. And I’ll order special padding for all your harnesses and straps and buckles so they don’t rub against your skin.”

She holds my gaze for a long time, her smile brighter than the sun. “I love you so much. You’re the bestest Daddy in the world.”

“You’re the bestest Little girl in the world, Josie. I’m so glad you stepped on that yellow lollipop and got your shoe all sticky.”

“Me too, Daddy. Me too.”