Page 3 of Sophia’s Daddy (Littleworld #23)

Chapter Three

“Dinner’s ready,” Layla calls from across the room.

I flinch, feeling like we’ve been caught in the act of something scandalous. That’s ridiculous, of course. We’re both fully clothed. We haven’t even kissed. It’s the lascivious thoughts in my head that make me feel like anyone can see where my brain is with a glance.

Even though I’ve never mixed sex with my Little, how am I supposed to keep them separate with Tate’s fingers touching me so intimately? I’m not sure how I can even rise and walk to the kitchen. My legs will probably buckle.

Tate stands and helps me up, not releasing my fingers.

I’m sad that he’s no longer touching my thigh, but I tamp that down and force my legs to move as he directs me toward the kitchen.

Theo is setting something on the table as we enter. “I didn’t think we needed to be formal tonight. Just an easy meal at the kitchen table.”

“Perfect,” Tate says as he guides me closer.

Theo sets a hand on Layla’s shoulder. “Potty first, Little one.” He turns to face us. “Excuse us for a minute.”

I hold my breath as he leads her out of the kitchen with a hand at her neck. Is he going to the bathroom with her? My face heats as a door closes nearby, and I realize he has most definitely entered the bathroom with her.

Tate pulls out a chair. I’m half aware, but my gaze is still on the spot where I last saw Layla and Theo.

“Do you need to go potty, too, Sophia?”

I jerk my gaze to his. “No, Sir.” What if I did? Would he take me like Theo did? My face heats a million degrees at the thought.

Tate sets a hand on the small of my back and ushers me to the chair. He even lifts me up and sets me on my bottom as if I couldn’t have done so myself. A very Daddy move.

He sits next to me and cups my chin to turn my head his direction.

“I like you, Sophia. A lot. I have for a while. And I hope you feel the same way about me. I’m going to assume you do, or you wouldn’t have agreed to meet me like this and gotten all dressed up for me.

” He gives me another one of his warm smiles.

I nod against his palm.

“Good. That said, I will not rush you in any way. Layla has settled into a very regressed lifestyle with Theo. I doubt if she pees without his help, but you and I don’t have that kind of relationship yet, so if you need to go potty, just ask. I won’t assist you.”

I bite my bottom lip, absorbing everything he’s just said and the precise words he chose.

The keywords were yet and ask . I have to assume he’d like to have that sort of relationship with me or whoever his Little is.

And he has asserted his dominance by telling me to ask if I need to go potty. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He releases my chin to stroke my pigtail.

My tummy does flip flops. He called me good girl. I’ve heard those words before sometimes when a Dom is spanking me, but they never meant anything until they came from Tate.

Theo and Layla return, and this is when I notice the booster seat on one of the chairs. Theo lifts Layla up onto it and proceeds to fasten her in with nylon straps that come up between her thighs and around her waist.

I’m mesmerized and not breathing. I’ve been aware that Layla plays at a younger age. She’s told me so herself. But knowing and seeing are very different things.

I’ve never considered the possibility of living this sort of lifestyle.

In my head, my age play has always been confined to scenes at the club.

Not something real and tangible I might do outside of pretend.

Layla does, though. And I know Amelia lives even younger on the island.

All Littles on the island are fully regressed.

When I read books about fully regressed Littles, I get turned on, but lots of things I read turn me on.

That doesn’t mean I would do most of those things.

I’m never going to have sex with three shapeshifters or a giant blue alien who kidnaps me and brings me to his UFO.

I’ve always lumped age play in with that.

Until now.

It’s a struggle to sit still while Theo buckles Layla at the waist, and my breath hitches when he guides her wrist down to her hip and cuffs her hand down so she can’t lift it. I feel faint while he does the other one, and I’m not breathing at all as he snaps a tray onto the booster seat.

Layla squirms, but it’s obvious this is their norm. She is completely restrained with her hands trapped under the tray. He’s going to feed her.

I flinch when Tate’s hand lands between my shoulder blades. “You okay, Little one?”

I suck in a breath and try to shake myself out of my shocked stupor. “Yes, Sir.”

“Can I fill a plate for you?” Tate asks.

I tip my head back to look at him. “Yes, Sir.”

“Is there anything you don’t like, Sophia?”

I turn my attention to the table and scan the foods.

There’s enough food here for ten people.

It’s all appetizers. The only thing I see that I don’t like is asparagus wrapped in bacon.

“I don’t really like asparagus,” I tell him, feeling my cheeks heat further.

I wouldn’t ordinarily say anything in front of the person who prepared my meal.

I would probably even choke it down without a word, but Tate asked.

He smiles. “No asparagus for you, then.” He puts one of everything else on my plate. It’s far too much food. I’m not sure I can even chew and swallow, let alone eat a mound of food.

“That’s a lot, Sir,” I mutter as he sets the plate in front of me.

“Eat what you want, Little one. I’ll finish it off for you.” He winks at me before he fills his own plate.

Theo only fills one plate. He piles it high. He glances at me next. “I forgot to get drinks. What would you like, Sophia?” He sets his plate down and stands.

“Ummm, what is Layla having?”

“Well, she’ll have water from a sippy cup while we eat dinner, but she’ll take a bottle of formula before bed.

She gets a lot of her calories from formula, so don’t fret if you notice her not eating much.

I don’t expect you to do anything the same as Layla.

Our dynamic is unique. I can fix you water, juice, milk, or even formula if you want to try it.

I also have sodas and tea. I don’t offer caffeine to Layla very often, but you’re a guest.” He smiles.

I’m overwhelmed.

“Oh, and you may use a regular glass, a plastic cup, a sippy cup, or a bottle. Whatever you’d like.”

I turn toward Tate. I have no idea why. It suddenly seems like choosing a beverage and the type of container it’s going to be in is the most monumental decision I’ve ever made in my life. Why am I looking to him for answers?

He strokes my cheek. “Would you like me to pick for you, Sophia?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

“Have you ever used a sippy cup, Little one?”

I shake my head.

He turns his attention toward Theo. “How about apple juice in a sippy cup.”

Theo nods and rises.

I watch as he opens a cabinet filled with bottles and sippy cups and pulls two sippy cups down. He unscrews the lids from both before filling one with water and one with apple juice. When he returns, he hands the juice to Tate. Not me.

Tate holds the cup out to me. When I take it from him, he lifts his own water glass and clinks them together. “To new experiences,” he says.

I giggle. Everything about this evening is a new experience. That’s for sure.

Tate points at my plate. “Don’t feel pressured, Little one. Eat what you want,” he repeats.

“Yes, Sir.”

My attention shifts to Layla as her Daddy blows on a small bite of tiny quiche before offering it to her from a pink rubber spork. “Chew it well, Baby girl,” he instructs.

She leans forward to accept the bite and grins as if it’s the yummiest food ever.

I press my thighs together. I’ve never been this horny in my life. Not even while reading a naughty book or masturbating. It’s like I stepped right into the naughtiest book ever written, and I’m participating in it instead of reading.

Watching Layla is mesmerizing. She obviously eats with her hands restrained regularly. It’s natural to her. I notice Theo often grazes her nipples with his knuckles, which makes her arch and squirm.

I think I’m going to come in my seat.

“Eat, Little one,” Tate encourages.

I jerk my attention to my plate and reach for a tiny pizza. It could be one bite, but I bite off half of it and force myself to chew and swallow. It’s good, and luckily taking the first bite makes me realize I’m hungry and gives me the encouragement to keep eating.

When I lift the sippy cup, I’m aware of Tate watching me. He’s gauging my reactions to everything. I’m not surprised. He’s taking mental notes. Anyone would do the same. I suspect he’s intuitive enough that he knows me better than I know myself from watching me.

“So, what do you do for work, Sophia?” Tate asks.

I swallow my bite of stuffed mushroom. “I work at a candy store.”

Layla giggles and swings her legs. “Sophia is so lucky. I wish I worked at a candy store. All-you-can-eat candy all day.”

Theo taps her nose. “That’s never going to happen, Little one, so don’t get any ideas.”

“Do they really let you eat candy at work, Little one?” Tate asks.

I nod. “Yep. Only the bulk candy. Not the packaged kind. But it’s not as glamorous as it sounds. It smells divine in the store, but in reality, I can only eat a few pieces. If I ate more, I’d feel sick.”

Tate nods. “I guess that’s probably true for anyone who works in the food industry. I doubt people flipping burgers want to eat a burger after staring at hundreds of them for hours.”

“Yeah.” I take another bite, this time from a tiny pig in a blanket. “I get to take some home, too, though.”

“Ah. What’s your favorite candy?”

“Gummy bears,” I declare. “They’re so good.” I let my eyes roll back.

Theo laughs a bit harder than necessary. “I think you should tell her what you do for work, Tate.”

I turn my attention to Tate.

He chuckles. “I’m a dentist.”

I gasp.

He laughs harder. “Do you know how bad gummy bears are for your teeth?”

I groan and wipe my lips with my napkin. “I should just go home now. There’s no way this could ever work out between us.” I’m half teasing. Half .

Tate cups the back of my neck. “Don’t you worry. I wouldn’t take away your favorite food group.”

I narrow my gaze at him, sensing a but.

He continues to laugh. “If you were mine, I would monitor your gummy bear intake and brush and floss your teeth every time you ate them.”

My eyes go wide. Did he say he would brush and floss for me? I glance at Layla and realize she probably hasn’t brushed her own teeth since she met her Daddy. Is that something Tate is interested in? Is he looking for a deeply regressed Little girl?

As Theo feeds Layla another bite and then holds her sippy cup up for her to take a drink, I wonder for the first time in my life if maybe I would like to live the way she does.

A full-body shudder shakes my entire frame, leaving me both hot and cold at the same time.

Who am I?