Page 8 of Sophia’s Daddy (Littleworld #23)
Chapter Six
When did he stop calling me Little one and switch to Baby girl? And why isn’t it bothering me? He’s Daddying me hard. I find I like it.
As Tate stands next to my bed and pulls his shirt off, I sit up, breathing heavily. Will he make love to me after all?
He shakes his head, smiling. “We’re still not having sex, Sophia. You can’t consent to that. You’re in subspace.”
I sit taller. “I’m not. I’m okay.”
He chuckles. “You are, and it doesn’t matter. I won’t go back on my word.” He kicks off his shoes and lowers his gaze to my torso. “Why is your nightie still on, naughty girl?”
I glance down as if I’m unaware of this fact. “I’ve never…” I swallow.
He sets his hands down alongside my hips, forcing me to look at him from inches away.
“It pleases me immensely that there are so many things you’ve never done, and I promise I will not take that for granted.
The rest of your firsts are mine. All of them.
I want two more firsts from you tonight.
I want you to let me sleep in your bed with you in my arms, and I want you naked. Can you do that, Little one?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He grabs the hem of my nightie himself and pulls it over my head. “Now, scoot your sexy body over so I can fit into this tiny bed next to you.”
I giggle this time. My bed isn’t tiny. It’s a queen. But he’s huge. I guess he has a king-sized bed. Whatever would I have needed a bed that big for? Until now.
Tate leaves me alone for a minute while he wanders through my house turning off lights. When he finally slides in next to me, he keeps his jeans on and pulls the covers over us both.
I suppose returning the favor and sucking him off is out of the question as he hauls me into his arms and spoons me. “Mine,” he murmurs against my ear.
I sigh, feeling oddly content.
“I’ll try my damnedest not to fucking rush you, Sophia, but I want you in my home, in my bed, in my arms.”
“This is happening very fast, Tate. I might need a few minutes.”
He chuckles. “Minutes are long. How about seconds?” A few seconds go by before he speaks again. “Now?”
I giggle.
He kisses my ear. “I love that sound. Do it again.”
I can’t keep from obliging him.
He growls, the vibrations making me tremble.
“I don’t know if I can sleep with you touching me.”
“You’ll get used to it, Baby girl,” he whispers in my ear.
“Or…naked.”
“That, too. I’ll buy you all kinds of pretty nighties, but you’ll only ever wear them for the time it takes me to stalk toward you.”
I bite my bottom lip, grinning. “Do you have any faults?”
He gives me another chuckle. “Yep.”
“What are they?”
“I’m overbearing, possessive, and bossy. I will have rules, and I will control you, but you will like it.”
I have no doubt he’s telling the truth. I should be nervous, and once again I remind myself I am. I’m freaking out, but not for the reasons I should be. I’m not scared of Tate’s rules or bossiness. I’m looking forward to them. I’m still scared this can’t be real.
A few hours ago, I was reluctant to even have this double date. I think most of my worry revolved around the concern that I already knew I would fall hard for him, and what if he didn’t feel the same after an evening with me? Especially if I was in Little space.
Turns out he likes me in Little space. We should talk about that, too. “I’ve never been Little outside of the club before tonight,” I remind him.
“You have, though, Baby girl. You just didn’t realize it.”
“Mmm.” I suppose he’s partly right.
“I’m not Little like Layla or Amelia, though.”
He nibbles behind my ear for a few moments before licking the lobe. “The age you prefer to play at does not matter to me, Baby girl.”
“Why did you start calling me Baby?”
“Mmm. I guess it feels more intimate to me. Anyone can be a Little girl. But Baby girl feels deeper.”
I see his point, but… “Younger?”
“Maybe. We’ll try out different things and see what you like.”
“Are we going to try bottles, diapers, and pacifiers?”
“Yes. And if you don’t like being that young, we’ll abandon that idea, okay?”
“I guess.”
“I know trying new things is scary, but be open minded for me, Baby girl.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“I love the sound of that.”
“How do you feel about blue hair?” I ask.
He chuckles. “I love your blue hair. I won’t change your personal style, Sophia. You’ve had blue hair since I met you. It caught my attention and held it. I’m not sure I’d even recognize you without it.”
I sigh. He really has an answer for everything.
“Time to sleep, Baby girl.”
“Naked.”
“Yep.”
“With you touching me.”
“Yep.” He chuckles. I’d do or say anything to keep him chuckling.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing my eyes. I’m not sure my brain is going to let me settle, but I’ll try. I’ll be exhausted tomorrow if I don’t get some sleep.