Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Elliot

Picking my Little girl up in my arms, I carried her out to the balcony after wrapping a blanket around her.

"Dada?"

"Daddy wants to show you something, little one." I settled into the rocking chair and positioned her in my lap.

"Ouchie," she whimpered as her bottom touched my knee.

I kissed her sleep-rumpled hair. "Look, baby," I said, pointing out toward the sky.

"Pretty," she cooed, instantly seeming to wake a bit more.

I rocked us back and forth as we watched the sun rise over the trees. The river rushed below us, creating the perfect moment.

She lifted her thumb to her mouth and started sucking. Smiling, I allowed her the small comfort. I hadn't grabbed her pacifier on my way out.

A bird chirped in the distance, and she lifted her head to look. I noticed another movement by the river, and tipped her up so she could see below. I pointed out the grazing deer and she gasped in excitement. The doe's ears raised, but she stayed put.

Tinsley gave happy little wiggles, and my cock hardened against her.

Dammit, not now boy, I'm trying to have a romantic moment with my baby.

She stilled before slipping her hand under the blanket and into my boxers. Fingertips tried to grip my cock, but fell short. An almost silent whine passed through her lips, before I repositioned her on my lap, allowing her to wrap her fist around me.

While she stroked me, I reached under her sleepshirt and ran my hands up her smooth skin.

Her head fell back onto my shoulder and I kissed the side of her neck. Grabbing a nipple in between my pointer and middle finger on each hand, I pulled and twisted them firmly. When she started grinding her ass into my lap, I decided the little game we were playing was over. I stripped her naked under the blanket and slid into her in one thrust.

"Umph," she groaned, as her body shivered in pleasure. Each leg was spread over one of my knees and her back rested against my front.

"Little one, Daddy needs his hands free to play with your pretty clit. I bet it's just begging for my attention. Can you ride Daddy?"

It took her a minute to work out the right rhythm, but she got it. I pinched her poor little tit with my left hand and rubbed her clit with my right.

The sexy little sounds that fell from her mouth only spurred us on more.

"Daddy," she whispered when I slid her forward the smallest bit.

"Right there, baby? Is that the spot?" I growled, rocking my dick against the tiny bump like I knew she loved.

"Please, please. Right there. Please, Daddy," she begged.

Taking full control, I removed my hand from her clit, and spanked her pussy once.

"Augh!" she cried as she came. I followed her over the edge headfirst into pleasure.

"One more bite?" I asked much later. Several hours had passed since our patio session and we were enjoying some sweets from one of the candy shops on Main Street.

She nodded and I held the candy apple out to her. Her mouth and hands were a mess of red, but I didn't give a fuck and neither did she. We were living our best life.

She crunched on the apple before pushing it away. "All done."

"Do you want another sip of water before we get you clean?"

"Lemonade?" she asked, batting her lashes at me.

The lemonade was really an alcoholic frozen lemon drop.

"I don't know, baby. This is a grown-up drink."

"Tinsley big!" she exclaimed, patting herself.

The patting is what fucking got me; it was my weakness. Rolling my eyes, I held out my drink and she took a big sip.

"Is good," she said, going in for another sip. I held it back.

"I think that was enough. How about some water?"

"Share with your friends," she scolded, reaching for the drink again. Her sweet face was twisted into a frown.

Setting the cup on the ground by the bench, I leaned forward and caught her chin in my palm. "How's your ass feeling today, baby?"

She froze.

"Does it need warming up again?"

"Nu, Dada." She shook her head rapidly.

"Are you sure? You're being awfully naughty for someone who still has a warm hiney."

"I'm sure, Dada."

I kissed her forehead before handing her the bottle of water. She took it with a smile and had several sips before passing it back.

"Good girl," I praised.

"Tinsley is good?" she asked, pulling at my heartstrings. She was so damn hard on herself.

"Tinsley is a very good girl."

"Sometimes Tinsley is bad."

"No," I said, taking her chin in my hands. "Tinsley is human and sometimes she makes a mistake, but even then, Tinsley is still a good girl. Tinsley is kind. Tinsley loves big. Tinsley is patient and gracious."

She pulled her chin out of my grasp and fidgeted.

"Tinsley, you are a very good girl," I promised, with a kiss to her forehead. I'd tell her as many times as she needed to hear it.

Tinsley

"This one?" I asked Daddy, holding up a coffee mug shaped like Bigfoot.

"Oh, that's a nice one," he agreed. I handed it to him and we continued browsing the aisles.

"Let's look at those hair bows, baby. I bet we can find you some pretty ones."

I nodded and we sorted through the rack. Daddy picked several pretty patterns out. I loved hair bows. I usually wore them to keep my curly bangs out of my face.

"You didn't see any you liked, babygirl?"

Heat rushed to my face when I noticed a few women looking my way.

Daddy followed my gaze before pulling me into his chest. "You are perfect just the way you are and I love that you're my Little one."

I kissed his chest and nodded.

They didn't know the bows were for me, I think they were just looking because Daddy called me babygirl… or because he was very handsome. I wasn't sure. I just got nervous around women my own age unless they were Littles too.

I picked through the bows and found two I liked. I added them to the pile in Daddy's hand. "Card?" I asked.

He picked it up and read the back. "Oh, it's a link to the person's online shop."

"Take one?"

"Yeah, we can totally take one," he agreed. We loved to support small businesses.

He put the card in his back pocket and we headed toward the checkout. We passed the women on the way and one of them smiled at me. I smiled back before pressing into Daddy's side. That was enough social interaction for today.

We browsed several more places. I loved Helen. Even the shops were charming!

I saw a toy store from one of the walkways and tugged Daddy's hand. He looked down at me indulgently, making me swoon.

"Yes, little one?"

"There?" I asked, pointing.

He read the sign and nodded. "It says the toys are handmade. That's a fun store, right?"

I nodded. "Yas-huh."

After holding the door open for me, Daddy followed me inside. The cool air felt so much better than the Georgia heat. I browsed the shelves, looking at all the treasures. Daddy had reminded me before we left the room to look with my eyes only, but when I saw the pink-and-black marshmallow gun, I couldn't help but snatch it up.

Too late, I realized what I'd done. My already sore butt clenched in anticipation, and tears filled my eyes.

Daddy's hand rested on my shoulder, and I bit my lip before bringing up my head to look at him.

"Did you see something you like?" he asked.

I studied the toy in my hand, my tummy hurting too bad to want it anymore.

"Hey, what's wrong, baby?" he asked, kneeling down in front of me.

"I forgot."

"You forgot what, baby?"

"I forgot to look with my eyes."

He smiled, before wiping my tears with his hands. "You were excited, baby. It's okay, it's a toy store. It would be hard for any Little one to keep their hands to themselves."

"Mad?" I asked, even though I knew he was never really mad at me, maybe just disappointed.

"Not even a tiny bit, babygirl." He pressed a kiss to my cheek as he stood. "What did you find?"

"A marshmallow gun." I held the toy out for him to see. "Shoots mini marshmallows."

He looked it over before laughing. "This is very cool. What do you say we buy a few extras for the other Little girls?"

"Yas-huh!" I agreed. Daddy was so sweet.

"One condition, though."

I looked up at him, waiting to hear the condition.

"Daddy is exempt from marshmallow fire."

Laughing, I nodded. "Okay, Dada."

He helped me pick out more pretty colors before we checked out. Holding his hand, I skipped along the walkways. "Favorite store, Daddy?"

"I think maybe the Sock Shop was my favorite store. What was your favorite?"

"Toy store."

Chuckling, he squeezed my hand. "I figured as much."

"Where now?"

"There's one more store I want to visit over this way. It's a Christmas shop. I thought maybe we could get some personalized ornaments."

"Ohhhh," I answered. Daddy and I loved Christmas.

"I think it's past that tattoo shop. I saw a sign for it yesterday."

I studied the tattoo parlor as we passed by, reading the sign of things they offered. Daddy and Uncle Tyler had lots of tattoos. I wanted one, but I was too scared.

The outside of the Christmas store looked like a train and I was instantly delighted. It was so cute. Daddy held the door open for me and we entered the shop. I gasped with delight at the beauty. There were dozens of Christmas trees up, each one displaying gorgeous ornaments. Instrumental carols played over the speakers and the shelves glistened from fake snow.

"It smells good in here," Daddy commented. It smelled like sugar cookies.

"Hi. Welcome to the Christmas Shop. My name is Hazel," a woman said. "Can I help you with anything?"

"We were hoping to purchase some pretty ornaments. Do you have any customizable ones?" Daddy answered.

"Yes, sir. All the ones on these shelves can be personalized," she said, pointing to a large section of the store.

"It looks like we will have lots of options to choose from, baby."

I nodded and followed Daddy over to that section.

"Oh, look baby. They have some military ornaments. Should we pick Uncle Tyler out a few?"

"Yas-huh, Daddy."

I really missed Uncle Tyler. I hoped he was doing okay.