Chapter 6

Deke was at Maya's door ten minutes early the next morning. Tucking her into bed the night before and leaving had been one of the hardest things he'd ever done.

She hadn't been ready for more, and he would totally respect her need to take things slowly. She may have had what she called a "torrid affair" with some guy who couldn't even man up and call her again afterward, but as far as Deke was concerned, his Little girl was about as innocent as a woman could get.

Deke had waited while his Little girl had showered and put her nightie on, and then he'd tucked her into her bed, trying hard to ignore the fact that he could easily see the soft swell of her breasts through the thin white material of her nightgown. He hadn't missed the pucker of her nipples either.

When he'd leaned over to kiss her, he'd inhaled her sweet scent and had to work hard to keep the kiss short. With his cock harder than ever, he'd turned off her lights and let himself out of her apartment.

He prayed he wouldn't have to spend many more nights without her by his side in his bed. Already, it was excruciating. Somehow Deke had lived alone for all these years without being bothered by the solitude, but now that he'd met his Little girl, his home seemed too quiet and empty without her in it.

She hadn't even been to his house a single time yet, and he felt her absence. He wanted her laughter to fill the space. He wanted to see her wide, curious gaze as she took in the nursery he'd been working on for several days.

Maya was panting as she opened the door. "You're early," she declared.

Deke had stopped breathing. His Little girl was not dressed. She had a towel wrapped around her, and she was holding it together. Her hair was a mess from sleeping, too. She hadn't run a brush through it yet.

Deke gave her a slow smile as he stepped into her apartment. "I'm only ten minutes early." He shut the door, cupped her face, and kissed her. He couldn't resist. He loved that she was frazzled and obviously running behind. It was adorable.

She held on to the towel with a death grip as she rose onto her toes to let him deepen the kiss. When she finally broke free, she stumbled backward and would have fallen on her bottom if he hadn't reached out to grasp her biceps.

She had on a bra, because the straps were showing. He assumed she probably had on panties, too.

"Ten minutes? Eeek. I didn't realize I was that late. I had plenty of time to get ready, but…" She bit her lip and looked down.

He stepped closer. "But what, Precious Girl?"

"I couldn't figure out what to wear, so I think I've been standing in front of my closet for a while."

"Would you like Daddy to help? We're not going to the opera, Little one. Just a day at the park. A picnic. Remember? It's nice outside. You could wear a T-shirt and some jeans."

She gasped, eyes wide. "My mother would have a heart attack if I wore a T-shirt on a date."

He smiled. "Precious, your mother isn't going to know. Wear whatever makes you comfortable." He took her hand—the one not clutching the towel—and led her into the bedroom.

The closet was standing open, and he aimed for that direction. When he stopped, he was surprised to find that his Little girl had quite a selection of Little clothes. In fact, her closet was divided. On the right were jeans and khakis lined up next to work shirts with the La Havana logo on them.

On the left were dresses and shirts in Little patterns and colors. Leggings hung behind them. Most of the clothes were things she could easily wear without anyone realizing she had an inner Little.

Deke's attention was drawn to a pair of leopard-print leggings in shades of brown. He grabbed that hanger before thumbing through the shirts and finding one that matched. It was white with what he now realized was a lion on front—not a leopard. He should have figured that out.

She was staring at him as he turned around. "That's my not-fit-for-public side of the closet," she informed him.

He chuckled. "Precious Girl, it would seem you only have a work side and an at-home side."

She rolled her eyes. "See? That's why I was having trouble figuring out what to wear. I've never been on an actual date and had to face this dilemma."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with wearing most of these clothes out of your apartment. Lots of women have cute shirts and pants that make them feel comfortable."

She lowered her gaze to the shirt. "You want me to wear a lion shirt to the park?"

"Why not? Do you like this outfit?"

"It's my favorite. I've never worn it out of the apartment, though."

"Well, I don't see any reason why not. I think it's cute, and I also think you should wear whatever makes you comfortable. Lions and tigers make you happy."

"You won't be embarrassed?" she asked.

"Never, Precious Girl. I want you to be yourself. That's all I ask. I will never be embarrassed, no matter what you wear."

She hesitated. "Okay."

"Can I help you dress?" He headed for her bed, which was perfectly made, and sat on the edge before removing the shirt and pants from their hangers.

"Help me dress?" Her voice rose an octave.

"Yes, Little one. Daddies like to take care of their Little girls in every way. You already have on a bra and panties, right?"

She nodded as she slowly shuffled toward him.

When she got close enough, he set one hand on her hip and cupped her face with the other. "As soon as you're more comfortable with me, I'll want to take care of you in every way, Precious Girl."

She swallowed, eyes wide again. "Every way?"

He loved the pitch of her voice when he shocked her. "Yep. Daddy will dress you in the mornings and undress you at night. I'll give you baths, brush your teeth, and rock you while I read you a bedtime story. When you need some special downtime in an even younger headspace, I will happily feed you and diaper you, too."

She gasped, which didn't surprise him, but she also pressed her thighs together, and her cheeks turned pink. "I've never thought of being that Little, Daddy."

"No? Are you sure? I bet you've read about it in novels."

She nodded. Her flush was so cute as it ran down her chest.

"When you read books with very young Littles, how did they make you feel?"

Maya shifted her weight back and forth, shrugging.

He moved his hand from her face to her hips and pulled her between his legs so she was much closer to him. "What panties are you wearing right now, Little girl?"

She licked her lips. "They kind of match those leggings," she whispered.

"Are they wet?"

She shuddered.

"In a minute, Daddy is going to take this towel away and dress you. I'll find out if your panties are wet, so there's no reason to lie to Daddy. Are you aroused, Maya?"

She nodded subtly.

"And that embarrasses you?"

Another nod.

"No need to be embarrassed with Daddy. I will know all your secrets. I'll know exactly what makes my Little girl horny and what doesn't. You can expect to have wet panties anytime I'm around because I'm going to do all the things that make you wish you were naked in my bed, even when we're not home." He lifted a brow at the challenge.

She licked her pretty lips again. "That's not fair."

He chuckled. "I don't play fair, Precious Girl. I play to win, and you're the prize. I'll never take you for granted. I'll wake up every day for the rest of my life and do everything in my power to make sure you feel loved and cherished. In doing so, I expect to keep you guessing and come up with new ways to ensure your panties are wet and your face has that beautiful flush."

Maya started panting.

"Can I put your clothes on you now, Little one?"

She surprised him when she shook her head, but she shocked him further when she eased the towel away and dropped it to the floor. The words that came out of her mouth floored him. "I think I'd like you to show me what a good-girl spanking is like before we go to the park."

Deke's chest tightened. He knew it took a lot of courage for her to drop that towel and ask him to spank her, and he would not let her down. "Okay, Maya. I can do that." He scooted back on her mattress before guiding her to one side of his thighs. "I'm going to lay you over my lap, Little one."

She was trembling, but that was natural. This was new to her, and she was being so very brave.

Deke lifted her and settled her on her tummy over his thighs. "Lift your arms up and fold them under your face as a pillow… Good girl." He rubbed her bottom. The panties were indeed lion printed. He reached for the elastic at her hips with both hands. "I'm going to lower your panties, Maya. When Daddy spanks you, it will always be on your bare bottom."

She whimpered, but didn't protest. She even lifted her hips a bit to help him. "Will it hurt?"

"It will sting, but in a good way. You'll see."

"What if I don't like it?"

"In the unlikely event that you don't like Daddy spanking your pretty bottom, we would come up with other ways for me to discipline you."

She twisted her head to look at him. "Discipline me for what?"

"Breaking the rules or overall naughty behavior."

"Rules?"

He nodded. "Daddy will have rules for you to follow. Some will be for your safety, others will be because Little girls like to have structure when they're in a younger headspace."

She slowly set her head back on her folded arms. Her breath hitched and her body went stiff when Deke palmed the gusset of her panties between her knees. "So wet, Precious Girl…"

She whimpered again. Her embarrassment was as precious as she was.

Deke palmed her adorable bottom, set his other hand on the small of her back, and gave her her first swat.

She yelped as her body bucked a few inches. "Owie."

He smiled. Damn, but she was cute. "That didn't hurt, silly girl. That was a love tap. I'll increase the pressure of my swats after I warm up your bottom. Ready for more?"

She gave a hesitant nod.

Deke spanked her bottom back and forth between cheeks several times before he paused again to rub her heating skin. "What do you think, Maya?"

"I'm not sure yet. It's not bad. Kind of strange."

"I'll keep going." After several more swats, he increased the pressure, watching her closely.

Maya squeezed her thighs together and squirmed.

"Keep your knees parted, Precious Girl. Do you want me to put something between them to keep you from pressing your thighs together?"

She was panting as she obeyed him. "No, Daddy. I can do it."

"I know it's hard. You crave contact with your pussy. That's normal, Little one. When I finish spanking you, I'll give you what you need."

Her body started shaking, and she was breathless as she murmured, "Okay, Daddy."

Deke didn't want to spank her for too long or too hard this first time, so he gave her only a dozen or so more swats before he palmed her thigh and let his fingers inch toward her pussy.

Maya's breath hitched, and she bent her legs to lift her feet up.

Deke loved the way she lifted her head and arched her back as he grazed his fingers over her slick folds. "So wet for Daddy," he murmured. "I think my girl enjoyed her spanking."

She moaned.

He dragged his fingers between her soft labia, gathering her wetness before easing closer to her clit. The moment he touched the bundle of nerves, she cried out.

"That's my good girl," he praised. "Let Daddy make you feel good." He stroked her clit several times before circling it until she writhed and whimpered.

"Daddy…"

"I've got you, Precious Girl." He palmed the small of her back tighter to keep her from squirming right off his lap.

Knowing she was close, he let one finger ease partway into her tight channel while he pinched her little clit just enough to make her scream.

"Daddy!" She came hard, her pussy gripping his finger while he continued to stroke her throbbing clit. He didn't let up until she whimpered and wiggled to free herself.

Deke gathered her in his arms, turned her over, and cradled her against his chest. He kissed her nose. "You did so well, Little girl. Now you know what a good-girl spanking is."