“Too loose, huh? That’s okay. I wasn’t going to let my sweet babygirl walk around anyway.”
Without another word of warning, Travis stood and began to walk. Lottie wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding on tight as he carried her through the apartment to the bedroom. She opened her eyes when her stomach decided it didn’t like moving around with them closed.
She sucked a breath when Travis set her on the toilet.
“Owie, Daddy. Butt hurts, remember?”
“Go pee while I get your bath ready,” he said with a smirk before turning to the bathtub. “We’ll get you nice and clean and then you can pick a movie while Daddy gets a shower.”
It took every ounce of control he’d ever possessed for Travis to get Lottie through her bath, dried, and dressed in panties and her sleepshirt with a dancing cow on the front. He had to keep reminding himself that tonight he was Daddy and only Daddy,no matter how much he wanted to lay her across his bed and bring her to orgasm after orgasm using whatever means at his disposal. Fingers, tongue, cock, it wouldn’t matter.
He was grateful that in her Little mindset she did not notice the erection that was pushing hard at the zipper of his jeans.
Once he had her settled in bed with a movie playing, he grabbed his sleep shorts and headed to the bathroom again.
“Daddy?”
“I’ll be right back, Lottie-love. You stay in bed and watch your movie,” he said before slipping into the bathroom and shutting the door.
The last thing he needed was for her to hear him getting off in the shower. The shower was warm and after quickly washing, he took his cock in hand and began to jack it. Having spent the day watching his Little girl work her booth, it didn’t take long for him to come with a series of grunts he prayed she didn’t hear.
Rinsing off one last time, he turned off the water, dried off, and dressed. It only took a moment to clean up the bathroom and then he joined Lottie in his bedroom.
“I wish I had some toys for you to play with, but I did get you these today,” he said, picking up the bag of things he’d bought at the convention.
Lottie looked at him in shock as she sat up in the middle of the bed. “You bought me presents?”
“Just a few things I thought we could play with while you’re here. But if you don’t like them, you don’t have to. I wasn’t sure what you’d like to play with,” Travis said as he handed her the bright-yellow shopping bag.
He held his breath as he watched her turn the bag over and dump everything onto the blanket covering her lap. He winced when she squealed as she began to pick through the contents. Releasing the breath, he smiled as she picked up a bracelet-making kit, and then the wooden car and the fuzzy purpledinosaur stuffie he’d bought because he thought Molly Moo needed a friend. Remembering the names she’d tried to call his cock, the dinosaur had made him chuckle. She picked up the coloring book and began to flip through it.
“Thank you, Daddy. I love everything. So much,” she gushed before throwing herself across his lap and hugging him tight.
“I’m glad, sweet girl. I haven’t bought toys for a Little girl before so I hope I got something you like.”
“Oh, I do. I do. I love everything,” she assured him with a half dozen kisses to each cheek.
“Well, why don’t you play with something while I fix us a little snack to nibble on while we watch your movie?”
Pulling back, she nodded before turning her attention back to her lap full of toys. “Okay. I can do that.”
Climbing from the bed, Travis stopped in the doorway, turning back to watch his sweet Little girl pick through her toys once again. He forced himself to step out of the room when she began talking softly to the dinosaur then lifted its face to her ear as if it were whispering back.
He fixed a plate of crackers, cheese, and apple slices and filled a sippy cup with water. Slipping a bottle of water for himself into the pocket of his shorts, he carried everything to the bedroom and unloaded it on the nightstand.
Lottie held the dinosaur in one hand and Molly Moo in the other. The cow was twice the size of the dinosaur as they faced one another. She was bouncing them around, though he could not tell if they were dancing or preparing for some kind of battle.
“What are you doing, Lottie-love?” he asked as he joined her under the covers.
“They’re doing their new bestest friends dance, Daddy. Just like on TV!” She pointed to the television on the wall where the characters all appeared to be jumping around as loud, obnoxious music played.
“Uh-huh. And does Molly Moo’s new bestest friend have a name?” Travis asked, pleased that Lottie’s inner Little girl had finally pushed forward.
“Of course she does, Daddy. I couldn’t have introduced her to Molly if she didn’t have a name,” Lottie said.
Travis could not hold back the laugh at her offended tone. When she still did not share her new stuffie’s name, he decided to take a different approach to uncover the information. He waited until the cartoon ended and a commercial break began.
“Will you introduce me to your new friend, please?”
