Page 5 of Princess Josie (Littleworld)

Chapter Five

Josie

Chase enters and shuts the door before I have the guts to turn and look at his face. I can’t read his expression.

I start rambling. “It’s small. I don’t need much.”

He glances at my open bedroom door before looking at me. His brows are lifted, and he has a goofy expression on his face. He finally chuckles. “You fibbed to Daddy, Little one.”

I gasp. When did I fib?

He chuckles. “You told me it was messy. Somehow I knew that wouldn’t be true.”

My face heats and I look away as I sidestep him to take off my shoes and stick them on the shoe rack next to my door.

Chase hands me my bag and removes his shoes too.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. It’s just a habit. I’m not a germaphobe or anything. I just have sensory processing disorder.” Shoot. This means he’s not going to leave immediately.

“Give me a tour, Little one,” he says gently.

I glance around. “You can see most of it.” I wince as I spot a sippy cup on the counter and my latest drawing hanging on the fridge. Suddenly, I want this over with.

When I had the thought in the hallway, I was mostly kidding in my head, but now it seems like a good idea. I rush across to the kitchen area and start opening drawers. I open cabinets next. Everything I own is revealed.

I have a weird adrenaline rush as I hurry into my bedroom, flip on the lights, and open my drawers and my closet doors. Next, I head into my small bathroom and open the vanity drawers and cabinets.

When I spin around, Chase is standing in the doorway. He holds out both hands, making eye contact with me while he reaches for me. He sets his hands on my shoulders and slowly draws me closer until he’s hugging me.

He tips my head back, meets my gaze, and strokes the back of my neck.

I’m breathing heavily. I can’t process what’s happening. Why is he still here? Why hasn’t he run from the apartment?

“Josie, I know you’re Little, Baby girl. Were you afraid I would judge you?”

I shiver when he calls me Baby girl. It’s the kind of sweet endearing thing a Daddy says in my mind when I picture having a Daddy of my own. It’s a dream. Not something I could ever have in real life. “Uh huh.”

“I will never judge you, Josie. You’re precious and adorable.

I’m glad you live your life authentically.

So many people deny who they are inside and never let it out.

Or they only practice what they feel inside a few hours a week at a club.

It makes me so happy to know you let yourself be Little at home. ”

I swallow. “You don’t think I’m weird?” This isn’t going how I imagined.

“Not at all. I think you’re perfect.”

I roll my eyes. He’s still holding me. It’s not making me cringe either.

“I’m not perfect at all. I have special clothes without seams or tags or zippers or Velcro.

I have weird eating habits because I can’t stand the crunch of chips or the feel of bananas on my tongue.

I can’t eat in restaurants because the sound of people chewing around me makes my skin crawl.

I don’t like red foods. They’re weird. I don’t like red at all. It’s hot. It’s mean. It’s angry.”

I don’t know why I’m blurting all this out, but he needs to know. He needs to know so he’s well informed and can leave now.

“I don’t like loud music. I keep the lights dim in my apartment because harsh white light annoys me. I don’t drive because I’m too scared. I don’t go to the grocery store because crowds make me panic. I’m mostly a hermit, Chase. I stay here in my small apartment where I can control my environment.”

He never looks away. He doesn’t wince. He just keeps rubbing my back, letting me ramble.

“I go to a counselor every other week. She helps me take baby steps. She’s the reason I belong to the Dungeon and force myself to go there once a week. At least I can socialize with like-minded people.”

I lick my lips and lay it out. “Chase, I’m really Little, and I have severe sensory issues. You don’t want to get mixed up in my problems.”

He pulls me tighter against him and slides his hand around to cup my face. “May I kiss you?”

I gasp. “Why do you want to do that?”

“Because I really like you, and I want you to understand that I don’t care about any of that.

I don’t see you as having problems. I see the unique woman you are.

Everyone is unique. As for being really Little, that pleases me immensely.

I’m a Daddy, Josie. You know that. My instinct is to take care of you.

The more time you like to spend in Little space, the better for me.

I also don’t care if your preferred age is younger.

I see you as an amazing woman who’s true to herself and doing everything she can to live life to the fullest. I don’t care if you have some sensory processing issues, Josie.

I’m used to living with them because of my sister.

I don’t even notice anymore. I’ve been around her sensitivities my entire life.

It might take me some time to know what your triggers are, but I will learn them and do my best to protect you from the things that make you uncomfortable.

It’s in my blood. To me, you’re the most precious princess ever.

I’d like to be your prince. Now, may I kiss you? ”

It’s hard to keep up with all that. He wants to kiss me? “I don’t know how,” I admit. “No one has ever kissed me.”

One hand slides up my back. The other tips my head to one side. He holds my gaze as he lowers his lips toward mine. The first contact is so slight and gentle that I barely notice. But I don’t pull away. I find I like him holding me, touching me, kissing me.

As if he’s reading me, he finally deepens the kiss, his mouth pressing firmer. His tongue grazes along the seam of my lips, and I instinctively open my mouth.

He doesn’t thrust his tongue inside though. He teases me with licks along my parted lips before nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth.

When he pulls away, I’m panting. I want more. I’m leaning into him. My breasts feel oddly heavy. My panties are damp like they get when I think about him when I’m in bed at night.

He strokes my cheek with his thumb. “What did you think of your first kiss, Baby girl?”

I smile shyly. “Why did you stop?”

He returns the smile. “Because I don’t want to take advantage of you tonight.

You’ve had a rough evening. I’d like to help you get ready for bed and tuck you in if that’s okay with you.

You need some time to think about what that kiss meant to you, Josie.

I’d really like to be your Daddy, but I need to know you feel the same about wanting to be my Little girl before I start taking the liberty of kissing you every time I’m near you. ”

My face heats ten thousand degrees. He wants to kiss me when he’s near me? “I take a bath before bed,” I tell him without thinking.

“Okay. Let’s get that started then.” He keeps one hand on my hip as he shuts the drawers and cabinets before reaching over to turn on the faucet in my tub and putting the stopper in. My bathroom isn’t very big. My entire apartment isn’t very big.

My heart rate is increasing by the second. I wonder what he’s going to do next.

“Do you have bubbles, Baby girl?”

I nod and point to the corner of the tub.

Chase turns me gently so he can reach the bubbles. He pours them into the stream of water. “Will you let Daddy help you get into the tub, princess?” He sits on my toilet seat so we’re eye to eye, his hands coming to my hips.

I squeeze my legs together. I’ve never been naked in front of a man. “Are you going to have sex with me?” I have no filter tonight.

“No, Baby girl. Not tonight. You’re not ready for that. I just want to wow you with my Daddy skills so you’ll agree to see me again.” He grins.

I giggle. “I’m already wowed. You don’t have to impress me.”

“Darn. That ruins my plan,” he teases.

I giggle again. “What plan?”

“The plan where I prove to you I’m a worthy prince like in the Princess and the Pea .”

I shake my head. “Silly, Daddy. That’s not how it works. I have to prove to you I’m a worthy princess. I have to sleep on a pea and wake up tomorrow tired and black and blue from tossing and turning all night. That’s how you know I’m a true princess.”

He grins. “Well, I don’t like the idea of you tossing and turning all night. And I really dislike the idea of you waking up bruised. Can we skip that part? I’d rather just help you get ready for bed, tuck you in, and read you a story. How does that sound?”

“Like a dream,” I admit.

“Good.” He reaches for the hem of my sweatshirt. “Arms up, princess.”

I lift my arms, letting him pull the pink sweatshirt over my head. I gasp when I realize my tank top slid off with it, and I quickly cover my little boobs with my hands.

Chase says nothing. He’s not surprised. He might have removed both shirts on purpose. He pulls my leggings down next, taking my panties with them. “Hold on to my shoulders like you did earlier, princess.”

I hesitate, not wanting to uncover my breasts, but he’s not looking at my chest. And why would he be? It’s not exciting.

Like my drawers and cabinets and closets, I figure he might as well see my body. If he isn’t attracted to me, I’d rather know that sooner than later too. I hold my breath while I grab his shoulders. My nipples are hard little points.

He taps my foot, and I lift first one and then the other so he can remove my socks as well as my pants and underwear. I still haven’t breathed, but Chase immediately lifts me up and lowers me into the water.

As I sink below the bubbles, I finally blow out a breath. I’m covered now. I tip my head back to look up at him, wondering what will happen next.

“Do you want to leave your hair up in the cute little buns, princess? Or did you want to wash it?”

I shake my head. “Leave it. I don’t need to wash it tonight.”

He cups my cheek, holding my gaze and staring at me. “Do you want Daddy to wash you, princess? Or would you rather do it yourself this time?”

The thought of him touching me—everywhere—makes me excited but also nervous. Am I ready for that? What if he realizes I’m aroused? What if I embarrass myself? “I can do it, Daddy,” I murmur.

He sets his hands on the edge of the tub and leans closer so his face is inches from mine.

“I know you can, princess. You’ve been taking care of yourself just fine for a long time without a Daddy, but you don’t have to anymore.

You can lean on me now. I’m going to let you give yourself a bath this time, but soon I will want to take over that job myself.

When you’re ready. When you’re more certain you’re my Little girl.

I’ll go close all the cabinets and drawers while you bathe and come back in a few minutes. How’s that?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

He leans forward to kiss my forehead before leaving me.

As the door closes with a soft snick, all I can do is stare at it. It’s hard to believe this is real. Chase is in my apartment. He hasn’t run in shock. He’s not grossed out by me.

I quickly grab the bodywash. I want to be done washing before he comes back.