Page 5 of Princess Josie

“So are you,” I tell her.

“Do you really think I can take this stupid dress off?”

“I know you can. And you’ll still be a princess to me. Just without the annoying pea under all the mattresses.”

She gasps, and her eyes bug out. “You know the story thePrincess and the Pea?”

“Of course, I do. Doesn’t everyone?” I tease.

She shakes her head. “No. No one does.”

“Well, I do. I bet you identify with the princess because you know you would notice a pea even under ten mattresses, wouldn’t you, Little one?”

She nods, her eyes still adorably wide.

“I’d like to be your prince if you’d give me a chance. Can you do that, Little one? Can you take a chance on me and let me help you?”

She bites into her bottom lip, thinking. Finally, she nods. “Okay.”

I lift a hand, not wanting to startle her. “Can I unfasten the back for you?”

“Okay,” she whispers, leaning her head forward.

The back of the dress is Velcro, so it’s easy for me to pull the two pieces apart.

She holds her breath while I do so, and I feel confident it’s not my touching her that’s the problem. It’s the sound of the Velcro because she releases her breath as soon as it parts.

Without touching her skin, I ease the two sleeves down and pull the crinkly dress off her. It’s cheap. The kind of thing someone can buy from a Halloween costume store. I bet Josie would love to have a beautiful princess dress custom made from a material that wouldn’t irritate her without Velcro or tags or zippers or any triggers.

And God I suddenly hope I get to be the man—the Daddy—to make that happen for her.

“Is Cinderella your favorite princess, Josie?”

She nods.

I tuck that away in my mind as I carefully fold the dress up in front of me. It’s awkward in my reclined position, but I manage.

Josie is wearing white cotton shorts and a white tank top. I don’t think she has on a bra. She’s petite and doesn’t need one for support, but I suspect she can’t stand wearing them either.

When she glances down at herself, her breath hitches slightly before she pulls her knees up and holds them over her chest again.

I know what she saw because I saw it too. The white tank top isn’t skin tight, but it’s a thin cotton, and it isn’t hiding her nipples.

And now my cock is hard.

“I can’t crawl out of here,” she says in a soft voice.

I tentatively reach out and touch her fingers.

She watches, a smile forming on her lips that melts me further. She doesn’t flinch or pull away, and I think it shocks her.

“Can you trust me to get you out of here, princess?”

She swallows. “I don’t know.”

Fair response.

“I doubt anyone knows we’re under here. I bet I can slide out, take off my Prince Charming jacket, and wrap it around you when you crawl out. Anyone who sees will just think you’re cold or something spilled on you. If your legs feel wobbly, I’ll carry you out. What do you say?”