Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Isla awoke with a start, blinking her eyes rapidly as she tried to figure out why she was so warm and why she seemed to be pinned to the bed.

Something rubbed her arm, and she looked down to see a big male hand stroking her skin. It took her another second to remember she was in Caesar’s apartment, in his room, and in his bed.

“Good morning, Little Fish. Did you sleep well?”

“I don’t think I even moved.” She twisted around to look at him. “Did I? Did I snore? Did I kick you or anything?”

“Nope. No snoring and no kicking. I was perfectly safe.” He grinned. “Are you ready to get up? We can get dressed and go to the basement. We’ll order breakfast down there. Then we can look at the map with Magnus, and he can get your prints into the system so you’ll have access to the elevators.”

She gave him a slow smile, saying nothing.

“What?”

“Do you always wake up with a giant running list in your head?”

He smiled back. “Yes. Doesn’t everyone?”

She shook her head. “No. I’m not thinking anything at all yet, except how sexy you look with your hair all messy and your brow furrowed with all these plans forming.”

His smile grew. “Excellent.”

She narrowed her gaze. “Why?”

“If you’re not a morning person, you won’t mind if I Daddy you to pieces while you slowly find your brain cells.”

She giggled. “You’re going to spoil me, and then I’ll be lost when I go back home. How will I ever fix my hair or manage to choose my clothes without you?”

He leaned closer to her and set his forehead against hers. “What if you don’t go back home and never have to fix your hair or dress yourself again?”

She gasped. He couldn’t be serious. At the same time, her heart rate picked up, and she felt restless. His words turned her on. She’d dated men. She’d had short relationships. No one had ever been so intense or given her any indication they wanted more than a fling.

Until Caesar. He was serious, and based on what she knew about his five teammates and the fact that they’d all rescued a woman and never let her go, she had to bet he was hoping for the same thing. It was much too soon to think like that, though.

Luckily, he spoke again, keeping her from having to respond. “Let’s take things one day at a time. I’ll woo you with my Daddy Dominance until you can’t imagine leaving.”

“I’m a nurse, Caesar. I love my work. I can’t easily get a job nursing in New Zealand. I’d have to get a work visa. And I can’t believe I’m even pondering this idea. We just met.”

He leaned more fully over her, planting his elbows on either side of her head while settling a knee between hers under the covers.

Isla’s breath hitched. The temperature in the room went up ten degrees. There was a fire brewing under the blankets.

“I’m pondering this idea because you feel the connection just as strongly as I do, Little Fish. Believe me. I didn’t question the bond Rocco felt with Sadie the moment he met her, but I did grow suspicious after Hawking and Celeste met. With Kestrel and Zara, I thought surely we’d fallen into some weird alternate dimension. By the time Magnus and Phoenix met Juniper and Lyra, I’d resigned myself to assuming that whoever Kingsley assigned me to protect would undoubtedly be the perfect Little girl for me. The man is a magician. And I knew it deep in my soul as soon as I saw you.”

Isla pursed her lips. She couldn’t disagree with him. She’d felt the same connection almost as fast, but was it reasonable?

He cupped the side of her head. “Your brain knows you’re mine even though it’s not logical.” He slid his hand down to her chest. “In here, your heart knows I’m right.” He moved that hand lower and cupped her pussy over her jammies. “And this heat tells me the connection is both mental and physical. Are you wet for me, Little Fish?”

She swallowed and nodded.

He tucked his fingers under the edge of her shorts and stroked through her soaked folds, making her moan. A second later, he removed his hand, slid off the bed, and hauled her to the edge.

She yelped, disoriented from the sudden change and the fact that it would take very little to make her come. “Daddy!” she cried out defiantly.

He dropped his hands down on either side of her hips and grinned wide. “That’s a sound I want to hear every day for the rest of my life.”

“Daddy?” she asked, even more confused. Didn’t he understand that she couldn’t process his cryptic comments this early in the morning?

“Mmm-hmm, but with that tone. The one you’ll use when you feel like defying or arguing with me. That naughty voice that will land you over my lap more often than you can imagine.”

She grabbed his forearms and scooted herself so that her legs dangled off the side of the bed. “You mean the tone I’ll use when you tease my pussy and then leave me hanging?”

“Yep. That’s the one.” His smile was filled with satisfaction.

“That’s not fair, meanie.”

He chuckled. “It keeps you on your toes.” He lifted her by the hips and set her on her feet.

She swayed a bit from the sudden movement. “Seriously, Daddy,” she complained, “I don’t move this fast when I first wake up.”

“I’ve got you.” He guided her toward the bathroom.

She was still thinking about how warm the bed had been and how she hadn’t had enough coffee for all this cheerfulness and attention when he squatted in front of her and pulled her shorts down.

She gasped as she looked down at him. “What are you doing?”

He lifted her by the hips and set her on the toilet. “Go potty.”

Eyes wide, she shook her head. “Not while you’re watching, Daddy.”

She said those words, but inside, her tummy was flipping around because the visual of him squatting in front of her, his hands on her parted knees and his face level with her pussy made a rush of wetness leak out of her. It was so intimate and so naughty. Could she pee while he watched?

Daddy stroked his hands up her thighs and then slowly lifted her shirt up her body. “Arms up, Little Fish.”

She whimpered as she obeyed him.

“No secrets from Daddy.” His hands came back to her thighs.

She shuddered from the embarrassment of sitting naked on the potty while he waited. It was obvious he had all the patience in the world and would wait her out. Plus, she really needed to pee.

When his thumbs stroked her inner thighs, she lost it and let her bladder go, shivering at the intimacy.

“That’s a good girl,” he crooned, making her nipples even harder and the flutters increase. He stood, pulled off a row of toilet paper, and reached between her legs to wipe her so fast she didn’t have time to argue.

A second later, she was back on her feet, being guided to the sink where her Daddy turned on the water, pushed a pump of soap in his palm, and washed their combined hands.

Still pinning her to the sink, he put toothpaste on her brush and handed it to her before grabbing his own.

She felt totally out of body as she brushed her teeth while watching the two of them in the mirror. Her Daddy surrounded her, his feet planted outside of hers. She was naked, and he was wearing boxers. He treated this mundane task like it was totally normal, and she got the feeling he was setting a precedent and intended to repeat this exact routine every day.

After he leaned over her to rinse and spit, he filled the cup with water and handed it to her. She bent over the sink to do the same before setting the cup on the vanity.

Caesar took one step back, but he picked up the brush from last night at the same time and started working on her morning hair.

“Can I have clothes, Daddy?” she asked in a very Little voice.

“After I do your hair, Little Fish. I like you slightly off-kilter. It’s cute.”

“But I’m naked,” she pointed out unnecessarily.

“You were naked last night when I ate your pussy, too,” he teased.

She shuddered and grabbed the edge of the vanity to keep her balance. Was he going to do that again? Because now, it was all she could think about. The visual of him pressing her thighs open and burying his face between her legs was powerful. Her heart rate picked up again, and her cheeks heated.

He smiled while he parted her hair, slid one side over her shoulder, and divided the other side into sections as if he was totally unaffected by her nudity or her submission.

She wanted to look at the front of his boxers, but she couldn’t see that low in the mirror, and it would be too obvious if she blatantly twisted her head to look. So, she bit her lip and tried to control her breathing while he expertly braided her hair.

After adding a hairband to one side, he did the other, then set his hands on her shoulders and lifted his gaze to hers in the mirror. “What do you think? Did I do a good job?”

She drew in a deep breath. “It’s perfect. Can I have clothes now?”

“Yep.” With his hands on her shoulders, he guided her through the bedroom and into the attached playroom.

She looked around through a new lens this morning. Her clothes from yesterday that had been on the floor were gone. He must have put them in the hamper when he’d gotten her room key.

Everything about the room was soothing. She felt like she was underwater, scuba diving among the fishes, and when Daddy released her to head for the dresser, she turned in a slow circle and took everything in again. “So pretty.” It was like a dream room.

“I’m so glad you like it.” He pointed at one corner of the room as he returned. “Maybe we can add a treasure chest over there.”

“Maybe… Let’s see if we find a treasure first.”

“Good idea.” He squatted in front of her and helped her into a pair of aqua cotton panties.

She held his shoulders while she stared down at them. “These are going to be wet before we leave this room,” she murmured.

“Didn’t you go potty just a few minutes ago, Little Fish?” he said with an eyebrow raised.

She cocked her head, met his gaze, and shot him what she knew was a sassy glare. “Not that kind of wet, Daddy.”

“Ah. So what you’re saying is that they make you feel sexy.”

She sighed. “That’s pretty weird, isn’t it?”

“Nope. It’s normal.” He headed for the closet next, making her gasp when she saw it was filled with clothes.

She wandered closer and reached out to touch them. “That’s a lot of dresses.”

“I want my girl to have every sort of outfit available. You never know when you might feel like wearing play clothes to paint in or a party dress to have tea with the other Littles.”

She giggled. “What do I wear to meet everyone and look at the treasure map?”

He took down a hanger and held it up. “How about this? It’s comfortable, but you’ll still feel Little in it.” It was a navy cotton dress with short sleeves.

“Okay.”

He took it off the hanger. “Bra or no bra?”

She tapped her lips. “Do the other Littles wear bras?”

“Sometimes, yes. Sometimes, no. Depends on how they’re feeling and what headspace they’re in. Sometimes, it depends on who they might see. Usually, when you’re only going to go between the fifth floor and the basement, you’ll feel safe being however Little you want. On days we plan to go out to a restaurant or do an outdoor activity, you might want to wear more adult clothes.”

He made sense. “Okay.” She was slightly nervous about this adventure, but she trusted him.

“Arms up.”

She lifted her arms and let him slide the dress down her body. It fit perfectly and reached mid-thigh.

“You look very pretty. I bet I have matching ribbons to go with that dress. I’ll go find them.” Her Daddy headed out of the playroom, leaving her to twirl and absorb what was happening. It was surreal, and she was in a state of shock.

“Here we go,” Daddy declared as he returned, holding up two navy ribbons. He tied a bow at the end of each braid and then grabbed her sandals from yesterday from the closet floor. “Will these be okay for today? We can always order more shoes. I wasn’t certain of your size.”

She nodded.

He pointed toward the daybed. “Sit. I’ll put them on you.”

She had never felt so pampered. Everything he did added to the flutter in her stomach.

As soon as her sandals were strapped on, Daddy stood. “I’m going to take a quick shower and get dressed. You can explore your playroom. Don’t leave the apartment, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” The Sir slid out easily.

He smiled. “Good girl.”

As he left the room, she wondered if he had any idea how incredibly turned-on she was. For one thing, settling into this Little space ever since she’d woken up made her feel horny, but she’d had the added bonus of watching him wander around in nothing but his boxers so far. His body was fine. Better than fine.

Jerking her gaze to the bookshelf, she headed straight for the stuffies. It was time to meet the dolphin, stingray, and whale. After all, if she was going to spend a lot of time here, she needed to ensure the three stuffies were going to be kind and polite when they met Nado.