Fresh tears well in my eyes as he lifts me to my feet. “Don’twannasit in the naughty chair,” I mumble, reaching behind me to rub at my bottom.
“I’m sure you don’t. But you are going to sit there, and when your time is up you will need to convince me you understand why you shouldn’t have run away. If I’m not convinced, you’ll be going back over my knee and we’ll start your punishment all over again.”
The thought of another spanking and another round of timeout is enough to convince me not to argue. So when he guides me over to the short pink stool in the corner of my nursery, I obediently lower myself down to the cool surface. And even though the wood biting into my freshly spanked bottom isn’t the least bit comfortable, I don’t complain.
In a move that shocks me more than anything else that’s happened today, Daddy leans down to press a kiss to the top of my head. “I know this isn’t very fun, baby. But your safety is the most important thing in the world to me, and I will not allow anyone to jeopardize that. Especially you. Five minutes, and then you’re all done.”
As I sit facing the corner, my mind plays the events of the day over and over again. Not so much the other girls being mean, but the panicked look on Daddy’s face when he ran into the cafe. The way he dropped to his knees beside me and Auntie Cat. Him telling me that he was worried about me, that my safety is his number one priority.
This whole time, I’ve been fighting him because I didn’t really believe he wanted to be my Daddy. I knew he wanted me, of course, was maybe even a little obsessed with me. That’s not the same thing as being someone’s Daddy, though. It’s not the same as truly caring about someone, about wanting them to be safe and happy and loved.
But after today, I can’t help but wonder if maybe I’ve misjudged him. Maybe hedoesactually care about me.
That thought is somehow more disconcerting than the idea of him being an egomaniac on a power trip who couldn’t handle my rejection. The idea that I might actually get the thing I’ve wanted for so long is… terrifying.
“All right, little one. Time is up.”
Plucking me from the chair, he carries me back over to the glider, where he sits and cradles me on his lap, rocking us both gently as he presses another of those sweet little kisses to my forehead. “Do you understand why Daddy punished you, sunshine?”
“Uh-huh. I worried Miss Evelyn and you. And even though I’ve lived here a long time, I…” I trail off, the words sticking in my throat. But what I need to say is important, and I’m determined to get it out. Swallowing hard past the tightness in my throat, I force the words out. “I-I’m too Little to be out on my own. I’m really sorry, Daddy.”
Feeling Little is one thing. Confessing out loud that I’m not only Little, butthisLittle is a vulnerability I’ve never allowed myself before. It’s a confession that I need him, in a way I’ve never allowed myself to need anyone else.
I’ve just offered my heart to the one man in the world capable of crushing it. And now I just have to pray he treats it with more care than he’s treated me in the past.
“You are certainly too Little to be out wandering alone. And if it ever happens again, you will be feeling Daddy’s belt on your naughty bottom. Am I understood, Camilla Joy?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now, would you like to play in your nursery or come downstairs to Daddy’s office for a little while?”
Again, what I want to say sticks in my chest, and I have to breathe deep to dislodge it. “Um, actually. I was kinda thinking I might take a nap.”
“You just had a nap, little one.” Frowning slightly, he presses the back of his hand to my forehead. “Are you feeling sick? You don’t feel warm…”
“No, Daddy. I wanna take a nap. In your bed. With you.”
It’s surprisingly cute watching him try to catch up with my train of thought. When he does, his eyes go wide with surprise. But only for a split second before they fill with hunger.
“In that case, I think a nap is anexcellentidea.”
Donovan
Cradling Camilla in my arms, I rise from the glider and stride from her nursery, heading straight for my bedroom, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest the entire way. After a year of wanting her from afar, I can hardly believe this moment has finally come.
As I lay her out on my bed and take in the sight of my Little girl in her cute schoolgirl uniform, her cheeks flushed and her eyes still wet with tears, all I can think is nobody has ever looked more beautiful than she does right now.
On the heels of that thought comes the memory of our earlier conversation. Her confusion over being called “pretty” and her nonchalant dismissal of my opinion. My chest aches at the knowledge that she’s spent even one second of her life doubting how absolutely stunning she is.
Kneeling between her splayed thighs, I lean forward, caging her in with my arms as I lower my head to brush a soft kiss across her lips. “My beautiful Camilla,” I murmur, turning my head to run my lips across her jawline, down her throat. “I have wanted you from the very first moment I laid eyes on you. The way you smiled at me, so big and bright and full of life, it was like a shot of heroin straight to my veins. And I knew then I’d never get enough. You are an addiction I have no desire to quit.”
She arches up beneath me with a gasp as I feather kisses down the side of her neck. “Daddy, please,” she whines, and I can’t help but chuckle at how sweetly pitiful she sounds.
“Not yet, naughty girl. Daddy is going to taste every inch of this beautiful body. And only when you are dripping and desperate and begging for Daddy’s cock will you get any relief. Do you know why, Camilla?”
Her eyes flutter open, the bright blue nearly eaten up by the black of her blown pupils. “W-why?”
“Because I’m your Daddy. And Daddy makes the rules. Isn’t that right, baby?”
