Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Tinsley

My heart swooned when Daddy kissed the back of my hand. He was so good to me.

I was ecstatic to be spending a whole week with him. It was going to be so fun, and knowing his big heart, it would also be very romantic. He was incredibly thoughtful.

"It's getting close to dinner. Are you hungry, baby?"

"Nu!" I didn't want to stop until we got to Helen.

At his chuckle, I looked from the window over to him.

"I think maybe you're too excited to tell, but your belly just grumbled at me."

I put my hands on my tummy and waited. Sure enough, it growled again. Darn hungry belly. We had things to do! "Maybe it's faking."

"Maybe your belly is faking being hungry?"

"Yas-huh, Dada."

He gave a mock gasp. "Well, why would your belly be doing that?"

"Naughty belly."

"It sounds like a very naughty belly, indeed. You know who else I think is naughty?"

"Dallas," I answered with confidence. She was another one of my Little besties, but she was so very naughty.

Daddy snorted. "That's fair, but I meant in this car."

"Y-you?"

He raised an eyebrow at me and my core clenched. My heart adored gentle Daddy, but my body craved stern Daddy.

"Me?" I guessed.

"Yes."

"Why am I naughty?"

"I think you're fibbing to Daddy about being hungry. I think maybe you're so excited to get to Helen that you're putting your needs last."

Oh, yeah. I was doing that.

"I think maybe my tummy could be hungry."

"Mhhh, Daddy thinks so too." He put on his blinker and took the exit we were closest to.

After pulling into the parking lot of a large truck stop, he shut the truck off. "I bet you need a change too, huh, baby?"

I nodded.

After snagging my diaper bag from the back, he came around and unbuckled me.

"Hold my hand, little one," he commanded.

I did as he asked and was rewarded with ‘good girl' in return. My clit throbbed at his praise. I liked to be scolded and praised. It took me a long time to come to terms with the jumbled mess of kinks I had, but Daddy had helped me accept that part of me too. He led me through the store and into the family restroom. Opening my bag, he dug out the plastic changing mat and spread it out across the floor. I laid down once it was ready and Daddy started changing me. He was so super fast and I was counting down the minutes until I thought we would be back in the car. His fingers stroking my mound caught me off guard, so did the cold air that hit me when he spread me even wider to his gaze.

"Your little kitty is wet, baby," he observed.

"Yas-huh, Dada."

"How long has it been wet, love?"

"Since the car."

"Since when in the car?"

I hated this game—the one where Daddy made me admit his stern tone was a weakness of mine.

"Since you gotted onto me."

"Poor kitty," he cooed, stroking me. I didn't miss his smirk. "It's been needy for a while."

"Poor kitty," I whispered in agreement. His rough fingers traced figure eights through my folds, grazing my clit with each loop. Oh, he knew just how I liked to be touched.

"Do you want Daddy to help it feel better?"

"Yas-huh." I nodded, then added, "Please?"

"Oh, what pretty manners," he praised, reaching down and freeing his thick cock. I loved all my special moments with Daddy, but these kind—where I knew it would be fast and rough—were my favorite. I loved to be reminded of how roughly he'd taken me every time I moved. It made me feel so possessed.

He lined himself at my entrance before suddenly stopping.

"Nuu, Daddy!" I whispered in frustration.

Pushing back to his knees, he stood on his feet, and then hovered above me. "I want to be in your sweet cunt too, baby, but I am not fucking you on the bathroom floor." Lifting me from the mat, he lowered me down onto him.

Oh my goodness . He was so thick and I was so full. I had been wet, but not enough that it didn't pinch a bit. I fucking loved that pinch.

A tap to my thigh had me opening my eyes and searching for Daddy's face. "That's right, little one, you keep those baby blues open and looking at Daddy." Using his strength, he bounced me up and down along his length. The same fingers he'd used to tap me rubbed my clit.

Pressure built low in my belly. "I'm gonna…" I warned him. Sometimes he liked me to wait for him.

"That's okay, baby, you can come," he growled before kissing my brow.

My toes tingled, my thighs tightened, and I exploded. "Daddy!" I moaned as I pulsed around him.

"Oh, you're so pretty when you come for me, baby. So pretty," he growled as he slammed my body down onto him again and again. His muscles flexed beneath me. The mat under his feet crinkled and our flesh slapped together. "Fuck, babygirl." Daddy's fingers tightened on my thighs and he emptied inside of me.

Heaven help me if this is just a taste of the pleasure in store for me this week.

Elliot

"Can Tinsley halp, Dada?" Tinsley danced from foot to foot. Bless her heart, excitement was pouring out of her tiny body. She'd been the perfect girl waiting in line, checking in, and then being patient while we waited on a luggage cart.

"I would love some help, baby. Do you want to unlock the door?"

"Yas, please. Tinsley promises to be so super careful with the key. Tinsley won't lose it or anything." I adored her Little speak where she dropped words or even where we had secret words for things, but the times where she expressed how submerged in headspace she was, were some of my favorites. Despite her Little space, she was an adult. I knew she would be "so super careful" with the key, but the fact she needed to tell me was endearing.

"Oh, I know. You're such a good helper." I pulled the key from my pocket and handed it to her. "Can you find the numbers all by yourself or do you need my help?"

"Can do it all by myself!" she squealed, taking off down the hall. Taking a mental snapshot of the image, I followed her. We were clearly the only ones in the hallway.

"Found it!" she yelled back at me. I pushed the cart down toward her and made a big show of pretending to check the numbers.

"Oh, you did so good, baby!"

"Is right?"

"It sure is! What a smart baby!"

She scanned the card, waited for the light to turn green and pushed open the door. Cold air rushed out of the room, giving us more relief from the August heat.

"So pretty, Dada!" she said, twirling around in a circle.

The room was nice. It was right on Main Street and had a beautiful view of the river below. The inside was done in a variety of creams and browns, adding to the overall rustic feel of the inn.

"Water, Dada!" She pointed from her place at the large window.

"I see! It's beautiful, isn't it?" I hooked my fingers into the back of her romper straps and hauled her to my side. Giggling, she wrapped her arms around me.

"So beautiful," she agreed again.

Stroking her soft skin gently, I pressed a kiss to the top of her curls.

"Can call Uncle Tyler?"

"That's a great idea, baby. I bet he would love to see the view too." I wished he had been able to join us for the full week, but I also knew my girl needed some Dada time too.

I handed Tinsley my phone and she had Tyler's contact pulled up and dialing in just a few seconds.

"Hey, Teenie! Did you guys make it all right?"

"Yas-huh. Safe."

"Good, I'm glad you and Daddy are safe."

"Show you," she said, her face scrunched in concentration. "Stupid phone," she grumbled.

His laugh echoed through my screen. Reaching forward, I flipped the camera around and enjoyed listening to Tyler ask Tinsley about the view. We all talked for a few more minutes before we ended the call. Pulling my babygirl closer to me, I kissed her again. "I love you, beautiful."

"I love you, Dada."

We enjoyed the sight a few more minutes before I snagged her diaper bag and helped her stretch out on the bed. I stripped her of the cornflower blue romper and diaper and tossed them over my shoulder, earning a squeal of delight from her.

"Messy!" she encouraged. Her determination to turn me into a messy person was admirable, but always a fail. Throwing clothes on the floor was about as messy as I was willing to get.

I cleaned her folds softly, but still earned a small whimper of pain. "Sore, baby?"

"Is okay, Daddy. Better tomorrow."

"How about a warm bath? We have dinner reservations in a bit, so you can't have a super long play time, but I think we could spare half an hour."

"Yas-huh, please. It will make it feel more better." I wasn't fooled. She didn't actually want to take a bath for her tender flesh, she was just part mermaid.

I ran her a bath with extra bubbles, and let her play while I unpacked everything. I would have rather been in there, enjoying her delectable body, but alas, Daddy duties called.

Once her bath was over and she was dressed in a pretty pink sundress and silver sandals, I jumped in the shower. We only had fifteen minutes before we needed to walk out the door. Mentally going through the list of things we had planned for tomorrow, I missed the shower door opening. I did not miss the draft, however.

I turned around and laughed to see Tinsley sitting beside the walk-in-shower playing with one of her baby dolls.

"You okay, little one?"

"Just missed you," she answered from the floor. Her gorgeous blue eyes peered at me with a touch of uncertainty. It didn't matter how often I assured her I loved her presence, she still worried about being clingy.

"I like having you close by too, little one," I assured her, blowing her a kiss.

Tyler

" So she has no idea?" Onyx asked once we'd settled into the stadium chairs.

"No." I was nervous because she had no clue. I trusted Elliot's knowledge of his girl, but I worried it would be too much for her. Maybe her confession had just been a fantasy. "I was… I am a bit worried about telling her with all of us present. I feel like Elliot should wait and tell her when they get back. Without me around."

"Why do you feel that way?"

"Well, she was looking forward to this vacation and what if this isn't something she wanted? She'll always look back and remember this when she thinks about the trip. Also, if it isn't something she wants to pursue, it would be easier to tell her Daddy in private than with me there."

Onyx laughed and shook his head. "You're an idiot."

Turning my head to look at him, I waited for him to elaborate.

"She will love it," Emily, Onyx's Little girl, spoke up from the other side of him.

"Let's move her between us," I suggested after seeing some college guy staring at her for far too long.

Onyx held her popcorn and drink and I helped her settle between us. "Now, what were you saying, little girl?" I asked once her snacks were back in her hands.

"She will love it. Your surprise." She munched on her popcorn.

"How do you know what their plans are?" Onyx questioned, raising an eyebrow.

She froze mid-chew, her eyes widening comically. "Uh…"

"Have you been listening in on Daddy's private conversations?"

"Uh…"

"Emily Elizabeth," Onyx warned.

"Yes, Daddy." She dragged her foot back and forth across the cement floor.

"That is naughty," I scolded.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her bottom lip trembling.

"That is very naughty. That is Uncle Tyler's privacy, and you don't have his consent to invade it."

I winced at Onyx's firm tone. He was a very strict Daddy and I knew Emily's ass would pay for her actions later.

"I'm really sorry, Uncle Tyler"

I put my arm around her and hugged her close. "I forgive you, little one. No more eavesdropping, okay?"

"Yes, Sir."

Her Daddy hugged her too.

"She will be so happy though," she said. "I don't think she realizes that you and Uncle Elliot would be okay with being together and…"

Her Daddy raised his eyebrow at her again. "Now you're invading Tinsley's privacy. I guess we need to add lines to your spanking tonight, huh?"

Wisely, she hushed.

I thought about her words for a long while into the game.

Does that silly Little girl seriously not know we would do anything for her?

Tinsley

Holding Daddy's hand, I skipped along the cobblestone path. The town of Helen was so magical. I loved everything about it. Our hotel looked just like a castle and every small shop just seemed filled with charm.

"Horsey," I said, pointing to the large horse pulling a black buggy.

"Oh, would you like to take a carriage ride while we're here this week? That sounds romantic, right?"

"Romantic," I agreed. Well, for me and Daddy anyway, probably not for the poor horse.

A warm breeze blew up my dress and I dropped his hand trying to keep my skirt from floating up. I did not want anyone to see my ruffled diaper cover. Daddy put his arm around my shoulder and I appreciated that he was willing to keep contact with my body even though my hands were busy. Being close to him was like a drug. He snuggled me into his side, and I took a deep breath. He smelled like citrus.

"Do you want to eat where we can see the river or inside, out of the heat?"

I thought about his offer. The river was so beautiful, I didn't think I'd ever get tired of looking at it.

"Outside, please?"

"Of course, babygirl. Daddy will just melt, so you can enjoy the river as much as you want. It's fine, just a tiny heatstroke."

He was so silly. "Poor Dada," I said, halfheartedly. He smacked my butt before opening the door to the restaurant for me. A woman about my age welcomed us. Daddy gave her our name, and she had us seated outside quickly.

It wasn't super fancy, so I wondered why we'd needed reservations. Pulling out my seat, Daddy sat me and then himself.

"Duckies," I whispered excitedly. I loved animals and I was hoping we saw a lot of them when we visited the waterfall.

Once our drink orders were placed, Daddy pulled my chair closer to his.

"I bet that's a Daddy duck and a baby duck," he said as he wrapped his arm around the back of my chair.

"I bet she's so happy," I whispered as I watched the big duck dive down in the water.

"Why do you think she's happy?"

"Cause she's with her Daddy," I answered honestly. "There's nowhere better to be."

I stared in the full-length bathroom mirror. Nerves danced in my tummy. I had bought sexy lingerie from one of the small shops after dinner and I really wanted Daddy to like it. The evening so far had been perfect and romantic. The reservations were actually for the musician he'd hired through the restaurant. The woman sang all of our special songs, including our wedding song. He and I had danced around the small outside area. I knew it would always be a special memory for us.

I stepped out of the bathroom, trying to look much more confident than I felt.

"Fuck me, little one," Daddy growled from where he was sitting on the bed.

"Y-you like it?" I pulled the lacy red hem down just a bit.

"Yes, baby, I like it very much."

The corners of my mouth fought a smile. Daddy stood and walked toward me slowly. His gaze was heated, and judging by his erection, he was just as needy as I was. He was so intense that I instinctively took a step back.

He raised an eyebrow and the right side of his mouth twitched.

I took another step back. I didn't know what had gotten into me.

"Oh, babygirl. Are you sure you want to run from Daddy?"

I was very sure I didn't want to run from him, but my feet betrayed me and I turned around, heading back toward the bathroom suite. I only made it a few steps before Daddy caught me by my curls. His corded arm wrapped around my chest to keep me from snatching my hair in his hold.

"Oh, naughty girl," he teased as he lifted me off my feet.

He carried me to the bed and tossed me down on my back. The teddy rode up, leaving my pussy and butt exposed.

"Hmmm," he said as he pressed his body over mine. "I think maybe I should spank your ass for running from me."

I writhed under him, my core throbbing. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rubbed my cunt against him.

"So naughty," he said, flipping me on my belly and snatching the teddy off.

I gasped at the sound of the new fabric ripping. "Elliot!"

"Collateral damage," he mumbled as he pressed kisses down my spine. I shivered as his beard scratched my sensitive skin. "And my name is Daddy, Tinsley. Make that mistake again and tonight will go very differently."

My pussy dripped at his firm rebuke. "Yes, Daddy."

Smack .

The sound registered before the stinging did. I cried out.

Smack. Smack.

Two more swats fell, causing me to kick out. Daddy's big hand stroked down my ass and curved under me. "You're so wet for me, Tinsley."

"For you, Daddy," I agreed, lifting my hips back and trying to get the friction I needed.

Thick fingers pushed inside of me, making me grip the sheets in my hands.

"Are you still sore, baby?"

I was, just a tiny bit. "I want you, Daddy."

"You're not too sore?"

"No! Please fuck me! Please," I begged, almost sobbing with need.

"Oh, my poor girl, you need it so bad, don't you? It's okay, Daddy's gonna take care of you," he whispered before nipping my shoulder. His groin brushed over my tender flesh as he lined up with my entrance. One swift thrust and he was seated fully inside me. I dropped my forehead to the mattress and tried to control my trembling. I wanted relief so badly, but I also wanted to come with him—I needed to come with him.

Smack. Smack.

"You feel so good, little one. Your cunt is squeezing me so tight." He slid one hand around my belly and gently traced my clit twice before wet fingers rested on my stinging cheeks.

Smack. Smack.

More soft circles around my button, followed by two more smacks.

Groaning, I tried not to beg.

"I know you're holding back for Daddy, you're being so good for me, baby. We're going to come on six, okay?"

"Hmmmkay." I could make it. Maybe.

"One."

"Two."

"Three." He thrusted deep with each count, his fingers playing my clit again. I was so close, right on the cusp of the pleasure I wanted so badly.

"Four."

"Five," he growled. A ball of pressure low in my belly threatened to consume me. It was going to be powerful. I fisted the sheets tighter, preparing myself for the oncoming pleasure.

"Six, baby. Shatter for me. Show Daddy how good he makes you feel," he rasped in my ear.

Like a good girl, I obeyed.