Chapter 7

Maya could hardly catch her breath. Her brain was scrambled. Her body was limp and unwilling to cooperate with any message she tried to send it. She gripped at her Daddy's shirt, afraid she might fall if she didn't hold on.

He kissed her gently on the lips. "I've got you, Precious Girl."

She was too stunned for words. She'd never experienced an orgasm before, but she'd had no idea they were that earth shattering.

Deke rubbed her back, soothing her with gentle words and rocking her until she calmed.

She was embarrassed when she finally looked him in the eye. "I didn't know…"

He smiled. "Now you do. That's why Daddy will watch you closely, learn what makes you tick, and then do everything to ensure you hold on to that feeling as often as possible."

"Oh." She glanced at the clothes he'd set on the bed. "Like wear something that makes me feel Little."

"Yes." He slid a hand up to cup her breast. "Sometimes, I'll dress you without a bra, too. The feeling of having your breasts loose under your shirt will enhance your Little."

She swallowed. He was a mind reader. "Can I pull my panties up now, Daddy?"

"Nope. Daddy will do it in a minute." He palmed her bottom and patted the heated skin. "I like holding you like this. You like it, too. It feels good."

He was right. She felt so nurtured and cared for. She barely knew this man, and already she felt so good in his arms. She never wanted him to let her go. That feeling was kind of scary. What if he got tired of her after a few dates?

She stiffened, and her Daddy missed nothing. "What's going through that pretty head, Precious Girl?"

She decided to be brave and tell him. After all, if this was going to work, she needed to be able to talk to him. "What if you get tired of me? I'm so shy that I'm awkward all the time."

"I will never get tired of you, Precious Girl, and I bet you'll come out of your shell more as you get more comfortable with Daddy. But I don't mind if you're shy, Maya. Soon you won't be shy with Daddy. No one else matters."

She stared at him. He was serious. He really believed she was his. It felt good and scary at the same time.

Finally, he stood her on her feet and pulled her panties up. He picked up her leggings next, bent, and helped her get her feet in them before he guided them up over her hips. Lastly, he held her shirt over her head and put it on when she lifted her arms.

"I love this outfit, Maya."

She smiled. "Thank you, Daddy."

"How about if you let Daddy fix your hair now."

She nodded. That sounded heavenly. She wasn't very good at doing her own hair. Mostly she just brushed it out and put it in a low ponytail or a single braid down her back. "You know how to do hair?"

"Yep. All self-respecting Daddies can do hair." He stood, took her hand, and guided her to the bathroom. After grabbing her brush from the vanity, he rounded behind her and worked gently through all the tangles.

She watched him work in awe in the mirror, smiling when he parted her hair down the middle before giving her two loose braids behind her ears.

"Daddy… That's so pretty. I love it."

He kissed the top of her head. "Good. Let's find you some shoes and socks and go to the park."

"Can I take Tawny and Princess with us?"

"Are they getting along with each other?" he asked.

She loved the serious expression on his face. He'd never once made fun of the fact that she liked to pretend her stuffies had feelings and could talk to her. She nodded solemnly. "They bonded in the night. They're fast friends now."

"Thank goodness. I was worried."

"I'll take them in my backpack and leave them in the car."

"That sounds like a great idea. If you decide you need them closer and you don't want to take them out in public, you can always wear your backpack so you'll know they're close."

She rushed to grab her lion backpack. "I'm not sure they will both fit in here. It will be tight."

"And you're sure they won't fight?"

She shook her head. "I heard them talking. They have decided it would be in their best interest to forge a bond so neither of them gets left out of my bed."

"Then maybe one of them can ride in your lap in the car, and the other can go in the backpack with us to the park?"

"That's a great idea. They can switch places sometimes."

"Shoes and socks, Maya," her Daddy reminded her.

She grabbed a pair of white tennis shoes from the closet and then a pair of brown socks that matched her pants from the drawer.

Her Daddy patted the edge of her bed, and when she reached him, he swung her up to sit as if she weighed nothing. She couldn't keep from giggling when he squatted in front of her to put her shoes and socks on. When he said he intended to take care of everything, he really meant it.

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Maya squealed with laughter as her Daddy pushed her higher on the swing. She couldn't remember when she'd last been this carefree, smiled this broadly, or had so much fun. Maybe when she'd been a child.

For the last several years, she'd hidden inside herself. She hadn't looked long enough at a man for him to ask her out. She hadn't even let herself look at Deke. He'd been persistent. And now she was so glad.

"I'm gonna jump," she announced, but before she could leap off the swing into the air, her Daddy grabbed the chain and stopped it. She twisted to look at him. "Why'd you do that?"

He tapped her nose and helped her off the swing. "Because I want to spend the day with you, not with everyone else in the emergency room, silly girl."

She giggled as she skipped along next to him. "I would have landed on my feet. I used to jump off the swings all the time when I was young."

He smiled down at her indulgently as he led her toward the blanket under a tree where they'd had lunch earlier. "Remember those rules I told you about, Little girl?"

She rolled her eyes.

He grabbed her around the waist and swung her up in the air before depositing her on the blanket. "Top of the rule list is now no jumping off the swings. Second, no rolling your eyes at Daddy." He kept his voice low so no one around them could hear him.

When he pulled her down to sit next to him on the blanket, he guided her to lie down and put her head on his lap.

She grinned. "And what happens if I break the rules?"

"Remember that spanking I gave you earlier?"

She squirmed. Her bottom was still stinging a little. "Yes, Sir."

"Well, naughty girls get spanked harder and longer, and when the spanking ends, they do not get to come. They get to stand in the corner in timeout with their bottoms on display while they think about their transgressions."

Her eyes widened. That happened often because he continually shocked her. And the craziest part was that every time he told her about another aspect of age play, her pussy got tingly and needy. She was pretty sure he knew it, too.

"I don't know if I'll like a naughty spanking, Daddy," she whispered.

"Then you won't break Daddy's rules." He set a hand on her tummy and rubbed.

"What other rules are there?" she asked, biting her lip afterward. Maybe it would have been better not to ask.

"Most of them will be obvious like no running in the house. No sharp knives or scissors without Daddy's supervision. No climbing up on chairs to reach things that are up too high."

She giggled. "Those are silly, Daddy. I've been doing all those things for a long time without any help."

He lifted a brow. "Now you have help, and you won't do them when you're in your Little space. You won't touch hot stoves either, or the oven."

"How will I cook?"

"You won't cook. When you're with Daddy, I will cook."

She sat up and twisted to look at him. "Really?"

He nodded. "Really. Daddy's job." He gave her a grin. "Though I might take advantage of your family's restaurant and have Guille prepare us dinner some nights. He's an amazing chef."

"You talk like we're a couple even though technically this is our first official date."

He leaned in and stole a kiss. "We are a couple, Precious Girl. I know it in my soul. Are you ready to go?"

She let her shoulders drop as she looked down. Why did he want to go and end their date when he'd just said they were a couple?

He lifted her chin. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she whispered.

"Oh, there's another rule. No lying to Daddy. Lying will get you a hot bottom so fast you won't even know what's happening before I take you over my knees and pull your pants down to bare your bottom."

She drew in a sharp breath.

"Tell Daddy what gave you such a long face."

"I was just sad that you wanted to leave already. I'm having fun. I don't want to go home yet."

"Oh. I'm sorry, Maya. I didn't mean I was going to take you home and drop you off. What I'd like to do is take you to my house now and show you the nursery."

She couldn't keep from smiling in reaction. "I'd like that, Daddy."