Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

While Daddy makes lunch, I sit on the floor of the nursery and open my special box. I haven't opened it for a long time because I'm always afraid my father will catch me and throw away the only thing that matters to me.

I'm safe here in Noah's apartment. No one will hurt me. No one will take my things. I'm safe. I'm safe. I'm safe .

After looking at the photos I have of my mother and me, I shuffle through some of the notes I saved—messages she wrote on napkins and stuck in my lunch boxes. I'm so glad I saved some of them.

My heart lurches as I reach for the item at the bottom of the box. I hold it to my chest and let myself cry.

"Sweet girl?" Daddy's voice yanks me out of my sadness as he squats down next to me. "Whatcha got there?"

I lower the partially burned book so he can see. My hands are shaking as I carefully flip through the pages. I whisper, "I snuck out and took this one from the bottom of the trash can a few days after my father burned my books. It was the only one that wasn't totally charred. I can't read it, of course. Some of the words are missing from every page, but my mother gave it to me."

I show him the title page. It's signed by my mother. To Lacey, May all your fantasies come true. Mom

"Oh, Baby girl… I'm so glad you were able to salvage one. My heart hurts for you." He sits behind me, spreads his legs, and wraps his arms around my chest. He hugs me so close I know nothing will happen to me.

After a few minutes, I finally put the book back and set the lid on the box.

"Do you remember what books you lost that night, Little one?"

"Yes."

"Make me a list. I'll get them for you."

I twist in his arms and meet his gaze. He's serious. He's going to buy me books. That's the nicest thing anyone has done for me in years. I wiggle free of his grasp, turn in his embrace, kneel between his legs, and wrap my arms around his neck. "Thank you, Daddy."

He holds me tightly again. "There's a library on the island. I bet you'll love spending time there."

I lean back, grinning. "I haven't been to a library since I was ten."

"We'll go there as often as you'd like. One of the Littles works there. Her name is Lizzy. She loves books like you do. She'll help you find anything you want."

My smile broadens, and I crawl closer to him on my knees. "Will you kiss me, Daddy?"

"I kiss you all the time, Little one." He tips his head to the side and kisses all over my neck before nibbling playfully on my ear.

I giggle and squirm to get free when it tickles. "Not like that, Daddy. On my lips."

He brings his face back to mine. "Are you sure? Kissing on the mouth is kind of important."

I frown. "It's just kissing." I can't tell if he's being silly.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?"

"Well, no. But I've seen it before."

He chuckles. "When you and I kiss, it will make the room spin until you feel dizzy."

"Really?"

He clasps my neck and face in his huge hands. "And then you'll start squirming."

I giggle again. "Why?"

"Because you'll want me to touch other parts of you."

I reach up and touch his lips and whisper, "I already want you to touch other parts of me."

He closes the short gap between our mouths and sets his lips on mine. He's tender and hesitant at first, nibbling on my lips. Eventually, he licks the seam between my lips, and I part for him to let his tongue slide into my mouth.

It feels so intimate. I rock toward him, wanting to be plastered to him.

His hands slide around to my back. It feels so good when he's touching so much of me. His large palms seem to cover from my neck to my diaper.

When he deepens the kiss and sucks gently on my tongue, I moan into his mouth. I sway a bit. He's right. The room is spinning, and my nipples are hard.

Daddy's hands ease around to my sides, his thumbs grazing the swell of my breasts.

I arch my chest toward him. His touch feels so good. I never want him to stop. I grip his shoulder with my good hand, my fingers digging into his hard muscles.

When I whimper, he breaks the kiss and surprises me by grabbing the hem of my shirt and whisking it over my head. Everything happens so fast. One moment, we're kissing. The next moment, I'm on my back in the carpeted nursery.

Daddy's mouth comes to my nipple while he removes my diaper, and now I'm naked. The flutters in my tummy are stronger than ever. He's on his knees between my legs, forcing them wide.

I feel so exposed, but it's hard to focus on any one thing when he switches to my other nipple, suckling it while he pinches its twin between his thumb and pointer.

"Daddy…" My head rolls back and forth. I'm confused. What's happening to me? I can't think. I need…something. I need him to touch my special place like he did before. I arch my hips off the floor, begging for more with my body.

Daddy releases my nipple with a pop and scoots down to kiss my tummy, nibbling a path lower until his face is hovering over my private parts.

I gasp and lift my head when he plants a chaste kiss on my mound. "Daddy…" My voice is shaking as I try to squirm away from his mouth, but he grips my thighs and keeps me from wiggling away.

He finally pauses in his frenzy to lift his head. "Let Daddy kiss your pussy, Baby girl. Let me take care of you. Let me show you how good it feels."

"My- my- pussy?" I whisper. He called my special place that when he removed my hair.

He nods as he rises onto his knees and reaches for something on the changing table. When he's back, he's opening a box of wipes. He holds my gaze while he slowly wipes my folds. Too slowly. He's doing it on purpose. He's removing the diaper cream. When he's done, he uses his thumbs to pull my folds apart, exposing me further. "Yes, sweet girl. All of you. I will kiss every inch of your skin." While he holds my gaze, his thumb finds my special button and rubs it.

I moan as my eyes roll back. My legs are shaking.

"That's my good girl. Let it feel good, Lacey. I know you don't understand, but you will. I'm going to give you an orgasm now, and then you'll understand what you're feeling."

I drop my head back. "Okay, Daddy." I want to feel whatever he's talking about. I need it. I've never needed something so badly in my life.

He lowers his head to my private parts again. My pussy . I've heard that term before. Sometimes I hear it at the club. But I didn't really understand what people were referring to. It sounds so naughty when Daddy says it. He's talking about my folds. My special button.

Daddy covers my mound with his mouth, drags his tongue through my folds, and flicks it over that sensitive bundle of nerves.

I cry out. The flutters inside me are more like a tornado now, swirling, battling. I need something. I need a release.

Daddy circles my nub with his tongue over and over before thrusting his tongue up inside my channel. Holy moly … It feels so good. I start to panic. A weird pressure builds. I'm going to explode.

"Daddy," I whine.

He lifts his head, giving me a break. "Don't fight it, Baby girl. Let it feel good. Let yourself come on Daddy's mouth."

Come… Is that what's going to happen? This explosion that's building?

He lowers his mouth to my button again, captures it, flicks it rapidly. So fast I can't think anymore. The explosion is coming. I can feel it. The tornado wants to get out of me. I'm going to break apart.

Suddenly, he scrapes the bundle of nerves with his teeth, and my body reaches some sort of crescendo. It feels like I ran really hard toward the edge of a cliff, and now I have run right off the side. For a moment in time, I hover in the air, not falling yet, and then I fall. I fall so hard I'm dizzy. My body writhes and pulses as I keep falling.

For long seconds, I'm stuck in the freefall before my descent finally slows down and I flutter like a feather to the ground. I'm panting and trembling.

Daddy has lifted his head, but he's stroking my folds with his thumbs.

When I twist my head so I can see him without lifting it, I find him smiling. My cheeks heat. Or maybe they were already on fire.

"That, my precious sweet Little girl, was an orgasm."

Ohhh . An orgasm. I've heard of that. I couldn't imagine what it was exactly.

"Now you know."

I nod slightly. I can't speak.

"You're a submissive, Lacey. When you let yourself submit to me like that, you will feel intense pleasure."

"A submissive…" I murmur. I know some people at the Dungeon refer to themselves as submissives. Am I one? "I'm a Little," I say, more to myself than him.

"Yep. Being Little is a type of submission. Being Little is the ultimate submission."

I shudder as I picture the people I've seen at the club who like to be tied up and spanked or struck with a flogger or worse. I shake my head as I think about them. "I wouldn't like to be hit." When I go to the club, I keep my head down and aim directly for the playroom. I don't like to watch people getting struck.

Daddy crawls up my limp body until he's hovering over me, looking me in the eyes. "Not all submissives like impact play, Little one, especially not ones who have endured abuse. I told you I would never strike you. You have my word. Not with my hand or any other item."

He has told me that before, but now he's saying I'm submissive.

"Not all submissives enjoy impact play, sweet girl. Some like to be dominated in other ways. One way a person can submit is as a Little. It takes a lot of courage and trust to let a Daddy take care of you in every way, especially when you're really Little." He kisses me briefly on the mouth.

I lick my lips, tasting myself on them. It's strange and oddly heady. Naughty. "You're really not going to spank me?" I shudder. The idea makes me feel kind of sick.

"Never. I will have rules, Little one, and you will test me and break them, but I won't punish you with impact play."

"How will you punish me?" My voice shakes. I tense at the thought of being punished.

He lowers over me farther, cradling me without putting too much weight on me. "We'll figure that out together. We'll find a way that doesn't trigger you and make you feel anything like how you've felt in your childhood home."

"I'll be good," I tell him. "I promise. I won't do naughty things."

He gives me an odd smile. "You can't be good all the time, Little one. That's no fun at all. Being in an age-play relationship is something we both have to agree on. I would never do anything to you without your permission."

My brow furrows. I'm not understanding.

"You've heard people talk about play at the club being safe, sane, and consensual, right?"

I nod. I've heard that term many times. I don't really know what it means.

"It means we will never do anything that will put you in danger, not physical or emotional danger. It means you need to always be in an unaltered state of mind. If you go to the island with me, you will live as my Little girl full-time. Neither of us will drink alcohol because it's not possible to consent to our kind of play if either party is drunk."

I smirk.

He frowns. "What's that look for?"

"My father drinks. I've never tried alcohol. He's very mean when he drinks. Worse than when he's not drinking."

Daddy kisses me again. "I'm so sorry, Little one. I will never drink. I promise."

I inhale deeply. That makes me feel better.

"And the last part of that rule is consensual. That means you have to agree to let me dominate you. Let me Daddy you. If you go to the island with me, you have to agree to submit to me in all ways."

"All the time…" I reiterate.

He nods. "Sometimes Littles get to the island and realize they can't submit that deeply or all the time. In that case, they return to the mainland. Some Littles prefer to only practice their kink a few hours a day or a week. Some can remain fully regressed long enough to have a vacation at Littleworld and then go back home. We won't know how deeply you'll want to submit to me until we try it out."

"You're the bestest Daddy I've ever met. I'll be good so you won't have to punish me."

He chuckles. "I think I know the perfect way I can discipline you without triggering you."

"How's that?"

He wiggles his brows. "I'm not going to tell you right now, but I promise you will like it."

I scrunch up my face. "How can it be punishment if I like it?"

He laughs. "Oh, sweet, sweet girl… Littles who get spanked do so because they like it. Surely you've noticed that at the Dungeon. Your friend Amelia likes to be spanked." He lifts a brow.

He's right. I've noticed she does. She sets up a time to do a scene with a Daddy and then pretends to be naughty so he spanks her. I've never understood that.

Once more, I say, "I'll be good." I'm sure of it.