Page 11 of Sophia’s Daddy (Littleworld #23)

Chapter Nine

Daddy opens a drawer in the kitchen and pulls out a coloring book, a box of crayons, and a pack of colored pencils. “Will you color me a picture while I make dinner?” He sets all of it on my tray.

I grin. “Yes, but don’t you want me to help cook?”

He chuckles. “Nope. I’d like you to be able to comfortably be Little when we’re at home. I’ll do the cooking and cleaning, Sophia.”

“Always?”

“Yes, always. It pleases me to take care of you. It fills me up inside. It also pleases me to dominate you.”

I lick my lips. “You said you would have rules.”

“Lots of them. Rules that would be appropriate for a Little girl to follow. I bet you can come up with most of them on your own. How about you think of them while I start dinner?”

“Okay,” I open the crayons, glad to see the giant box has six shades of blue in it. I really like to use all of them. I pull out a navy crayon and open the coloring book to a beach scene. It will be perfect for lots of blues.

As I start to color the ocean, I say, “No running in the house.”

“Yep. That’s a good one.”

“Mmm.” I’m pleased with myself. I think some more. “No cussing.”

“Definitely.”

When I glance at Daddy, I see him putting something in a frying pan. I think it’s chicken. “No using the stove?”

“That, too, Little one. Not the oven either. I wouldn’t want you to get burned.”

I look around for the microwave.

He glances at me and sees where my gaze has landed. “No microwaves either, Baby girl. For one thing it’s up too high. Daddy will manage the kitchen.”

I bite my lip and color some more before asking, “Can I use the bathroom alone?” Apparently Layla does not.

“We’ll negotiate that as we go along, Little one. If you’re playing at an age that’s old enough to use the potty alone, yes. If you’re playing younger, no. If we go to Littleworld, you won’t be able to use bathrooms at all. No Littles use the bathroom there.”

I draw in a deep breath. This doesn’t surprise me, but it’s a lot to think about.

I focus on my picture for a while as Daddy cooks. When I finish, I look up to find him filling plates. Good timing.

He sets our plates on the table and lifts my picture. “This is amazing. You’re really good at this. Have you taken art classes?”

I shake my head. “Nope. I just like to color.”

Daddy takes it over to the refrigerator and hangs it up with a magnet. “The first of many,” he declares. He brings me a sippy cup of juice before removing the coloring supplies.

I’m relieved when he sets my plate down in front of me and hands me a rubber-coated fork.

He tips my chin back and kisses me. “Did you want me to feed you like Theo did Layla?”

I shake my head. “Not tonight. Maybe another time?”

“Whenever you want, Little one. I don’t want to pressure you, but I would like you to try new things. When you feel like experimenting, I want you to tell me, okay?”

“Yes, Sir.” I pick up my sippy cup and look at it. “Maybe after dinner, you could feed me a bottle? Theo feeds Layla before bed. I think that would be relaxing.”

He beams. “I’d love that, Baby girl.”

He takes a seat next to me. “I didn’t make any asparagus. Is there anything on your plate you don’t like?”

“Nope. It looks so good, Daddy. Thank you.” I take a bite of chicken, broccoli, and rice and moan around the flavors. “Delicious,” I declare after I swallow.

“Such a polite Little girl. I’m glad you like it.”

I feel so at home as we continue eating. The silent times don’t even feel awkward. Daddy asks me more questions so he’ll know what I like and don’t like. I ask him about his job, and he tells me about some of his funnier experiences with both kids and adults.

When we’re finished, Daddy won’t let me get up to help clean the kitchen. He does it all himself before releasing me from my seat. “How about a bath and then I’ll rock you and feed you a bottle? How does that sound?”

I grin up at him. “You’re going to give me a bath?”

“Yep.”

“Are we going to have sex, too?”

“Nope. Not tonight. I don’t want to rush you to have sex.”

“Is it because I’m a virgin?” I ask as he guides me toward the stairs.

“Partly, but mostly because our relationship is important to me, and I want you to be certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’m it for you before you give me that gift. Okay?”

It’s more than okay. It’s the nicest thing I’ve ever heard. I squeeze his hand as I skip alongside him.

When we get upstairs, Daddy guides me directly to the bathroom, and I gasp when I see the size of his whirlpool tub. “That’s more like a small swimming pool,” I shout.

He chuckles. “It’s not that big, but it will hold both of us when you’re ready to take sexy baths with Daddy.”

I wring my fingers together while I watch him turn on the water and test it with his hand until he’s happy with the temperature.

He’s seen me naked, but I’m still nervous about it.

It’s awkward. I’ve never been naked in front of a man before him.

Plus, I straddle two worlds when I’m naked.

My head wobbles back and forth between being adult and Little.

When he’d spread me out on the bed, held me down, and made me come hard enough to scream, I was not Little. But this is different. He’s going to give me a bath. Won’t I be Little?

He sits on the wide edge of the tub and pulls me between his legs. “Talk to me. You look troubled.”

“I’m fine,” I murmur.

He tips my chin back. “New rule. No lying to Daddy. It’s okay that you’re nervous when we do new things. Totally understandable. But I want you to talk to me about your feelings. Never tell me something because you think it’s what I want to hear.”

“Okay, Daddy.” I draw in a deep breath and glance at the tub. “I don’t know if I’ll be big or Little when I’m in the tub. That makes me nervous.”

“Ah.” He strokes my back. “I don’t think you need to worry about floating back and forth between the two, Little one.

I’ll take my cues from you. I bet you’ll feel Little while you play with toys and I bathe you.

I bet you’ll switch to feeling pretty adult without hesitation when I reach between your legs and thrust my fingers into your pussy. ” He lifts a brow.

My face heats, and I stare at him wide-eyed.

“Some Littles have difficulty shifting back and forth on a dime. Some don’t. I don’t think you’ll have a problem, but if it’s an issue, you’ll tell me, and we’ll figure it out together. Some Littles need alone time to switch back and forth. Others can just let it happen.”

“Okay.” I take a deep breath. He’s not concerned about this at all, so I shouldn’t let it bother me.

He sets me back a few inches and reaches for the hem of my shirt. “Arms up, Little one.”

I’m trembling as I lift my hands above my head and let him remove my work T-shirt.

I didn’t even have time to change before he picked me up, so I’m still wearing jeans and my Candy Shop shirt.

At least it’s a pale blue with a dark blue logo because the owner doesn’t care what color our shirts are as long as they’re all the same logo.

In fact, she likes that we’re all colorful and don’t match precisely.

“This is sexy,” Daddy comments as he runs his fingers along the edge of my white lace bra. It’s the sexiest one I own. I don’t usually wear anything this risqué because I’ve never had anyone see my bra before.

He meets my gaze as he unbuttons my jeans. “Do you have on matching panties, Baby girl?”

I nod and grin. “But don’t expect this from me on the regular. It’s the only matched set I own,” I warn him.

“So far…” He lifts that sexy brow again. I guess he’s planning to buy me more of them.

I grab his shoulders and kick off my tennis shoes while he lowers my jeans over my hips. The moment he reveals my panties, his breath hitches. “Fuck, that’s sexy, Sophia.”

I watch his face as he lowers my jeans down my body and gasp when he suddenly stands, lifts me off my feet, and sets me on the vanity. He makes quick work of tugging the denim down my legs and removing my socks.

When he’s done, he stares at me. His expression is intense. He licks his lips, making me shudder. He spreads my thighs with both hands and eases his thumbs over to the edge of my panties. “You shaved…” His voice is reverent.

“I had it waxed this morning, and uh…” I swallow.

He lifts his gaze to mine. “And?”

“It really hurt. I thought I might kick the woman in the face,” I admit.

He chuckles. “I bet. How about you let Daddy take care of it from now on? I can either shave it or use a cream that dissolves the new hair and keeps your skin smooth.”

“Okay, Daddy.” I like that plan much better. I wasn’t ready for him to do it today, but the idea is far more appealing than the waxing process. That was really painful. And I would feel very nervous trying to shave it myself.

Daddy stands me on my feet again, pops the clasp at the back of my bra so it falls down my arms, and lowers my panties. “How did I get so lucky?”

I bite my lip but release it on a squeal when he grabs my hips and lifts me off the floor to set me in the tub. He always startles me when he picks me up. I guess I should get used to it. He obviously likes carrying me and moving me around.

“On your bottom, Little one. I don’t want you to fall.”

I sit and hold the sides of the enormous tub while I watch him open the cabinet under the sink and remove a basket. It’s filled with bath toys, and I giggle.

“Have you ever had any toys, Little one? Or did you just have bath crayons so you could pretend that all adults have them so they can make grocery lists on the wall of the tub while they bathe?” he teases.

I shake my head. “I’ve never had any toys.

” But I think he’s right. I’ve made weird excuses in my head for the things I own that are actually Little, telling myself they were necessary for some adult reason.

I’ve often used the crayons to draw pictures, but then I erased them just as fast before I could let myself think I was actually Little in my own home.

Why have I gone to such lengths to hide from myself? No one would have ever known. Why would I care?

I feel lighter and gleeful as I choose a mermaid from the basket. I giggle as I dunk her in the water and find out her bodice turns from pink to blue when she gets wet.

“Can I wash your hair, Little one?” he asks.

I nod. “Yes, but it will turn the water blue.”

He laughs. “I bet that makes you happy.”

“Yep. Then it looks like the ocean.” I tip my head back to let him remove my ponytail holder, and squeeze my eyes closed tight when he pours water over my head.

“How often do you have to dye it to keep this vibrant blue, Little one?”

“Once a month. It fades over time, then I do it again.”

“I bet the entire bathroom looks like a blueberry when you’re done.”

“It looks like a crime scene between Smurfs!”

He laughs so hard I think tears come to his eyes. He’s not even mad at the prospect of me turning his bathroom blue? But what am I thinking? I don’t live here.

“Maybe I should take over that task. I’ll do it outside and wear gloves.”

I stare at him. He’s serious. My chest feels tight. “I just dyed it last week,” I murmur. “It will be three weeks before it needs to be done again.” I look down, emotion flooding me. Will I still be with him in three weeks?

He lifts my chin. “By then I hope you will have moved in with me and live here permanently, Baby girl.”

I swallow. Tears well up in my eyes. Move in with him… I just got here tonight. I planned to sleep over, and he’s asked me to stay for a few days, but… Forever?

“Does that scare you, Sophia?”

I nod and then shake my head. Both are true.

He smiles broadly. “Time, Baby girl. You’ll see.”

I find myself smiling. He always says the right thing.