Page 5 of Sophia’s Daddy (Littleworld #23)

I know the answer. We’re not in the Dungeon tonight. We’re alone in my house. If he meant me harm, my safeword would be useless. Granted, there’s no way Theo or Layla would let me go home with a man they didn’t fully trust.

Tate rounds back to my front and cups my face. “Is that what you want, Little one? Would you like me to spank you before you go to bed?”

I find myself nodding. It will feel so good and chase away a lot of the stress I’ve been dealing with for days while I waited for tonight to get here.

“Words, Little one.”

“Yes, Sir. I would like you to spank me. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Sophia. It’s a good idea. I bet you’ll sleep much better after I swat your naughty bottom.” He spins me around and pats my bottom over the ruffles of my dress. “Go get ready for bed. Yell out when you’re done, and I’ll come in.”

I hesitate only a moment before I take off skipping toward my bedroom.

I close the door and lean against it for a moment.

I can’t believe this is happening. Tate is in my house.

I just spent the evening with the sexiest man from the Dungeon, and he’s going to spank me and tuck me into bed.

I’ve never had the luxury of being able to go to sleep after a spanking.

No matter how hard it was to pull myself together after an amazing scene over a bench with my bottom exposed to the room, I had to drag myself out of subspace and get an Uber to go home before I could collapse.

I’m so excited right now my heart is racing. I rush across the room, already reaching back to unzip my dress. I should have had Tate unzip it before I came in here. It’s hard to get to the zipper, especially since the bodice is so fitted.

Finally I manage to escape the dress. I drop it in the hamper and open the top drawer of my dresser. It takes me a minute before I decide upon a royal blue nightgown. Before I can talk myself out of it, I also remove my blue panties and drop them in the hamper.

When I open the door to the bedroom and stick my head out, I find Tate only a few feet away, staring at me. He points toward the bathroom. “Go potty, Little one, and brush your teeth two times longer than usual. I’m going to check them when you come out.”

I giggle as I step into the bathroom and do his bidding. This time when I come out, he’s in my room, sitting on the edge of my bed. He’s chuckling as I approach.

“What’s funny now?”

“My Little girl who isn’t Little except at the club also has a Tinker Bell nightgown.”

I glance down. Oh, right. The tiny Tinker Bells on this nightie are subtle. After all, it’s blue on blue, but sheesh, he’s right. “They make these for adults.”

“Uh huh. They make lots of things for adults, Sophia.” He holds out a hand.

I go to him and let him pull me between his legs. “In addition to Tinker Bell jammies, they also make adult diapers, bottles, pacifiers, and onesies,” he points out.

I sigh. “Okay, so maybe I’m a tiny bit Little.” I seriously never thought about it. “But I don’t own any of those things you just listed. I’m not that Little.”

He eyes me skeptically. “Are you sure? You got pretty squirmy watching Theo feed Layla, and I thought you might slide off the chair and fall on the floor when he mentioned feeding her a bottle before bed.”

I lean in closer to Tate and drop my head to set my forehead against his chest, thinking.

He rubs my back and kisses the top of my head.

“It’s okay, Little one. You have a lot to think about.

I’m not judging you, nor do I care what age you prefer.

I’m just suggesting you take a look at what you really feel deep inside.

Maybe you’ve been in a bit of denial because you didn’t have a Daddy, and the thought of being your own caregiver didn’t appeal to you. ”

Could he be right?

He continues to hold me and rub my back. It feels so good. I never want him to stop, but eventually he moves his hands to my biceps and leans me back. He meets my gaze. “I really like you, Sophia. I want to explore this thing between us. Will you give it a chance?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now, what time do you get off work tomorrow? Can I pick you up for a date?”

“I get off at five. Do you mean an adult date?”

“I think an adult date is a good idea. We can talk about what each of us wants in a partner in a serious headspace. Afterward, if you feel like it, we can come back here or go to my place where you can be Little. How’s that sound?”

I smile. “I’d like that.”

“Good. Now, do you still want me to spank you before you go to sleep?”

I nod, my cheeks heating. “Please, Sir.”

“First, though, I want to see your teeth. Did you brush them long enough?”

I giggle and open my mouth wide.

Tate grips my chin with his fingers and angles my head around. “You did a good job.”

I blow out a relieved breath, assuming he won’t actually consider taking over the task of brushing for me one day.

He chuckles. “That doesn’t mean I won’t become your worst nightmare when it comes to dental care, Little one. It’s in my nature. Now, how about I spank your pretty bottom for a while to relieve some of the stress you’re feeling?”