“This is a Little room, Coco. In here, Daddy takes care of you completely. Are you ready for Daddy to help you change clothes?”
CHAPTER 6
Roman walked to the closet and pulled out a sundress. “I had this rushed here after we met. There are a couple sets of clothes in here as well that you might be comfortable in. How about I let you change clothes and you can come join me by the pool when you’re ready?”
She walked forward to touch the soft material of the new garment. Small teddy bears of different colors danced along the hemline. “I love this,” Coco told Roman.If only Zelda could see it.
“Do you like stuffies, Little girl?”
“I have a teddy bear. Her name is Zelda,” she confessed.
“I would love to meet your sweet friend. Perhaps you would bring her with you next time?”
“Zelda would enjoy that. She doesn’t like being away from me.”
Roman nodded sympathetically. “I understand that completely. I’m going to step out this time so you can change. Make yourself at home, Little girl. The only thing that is off limits to you is the drawer under the changing table. That holds Daddy’s things. Okay?”
“I won’t open it,” she promised, instantly curious about what he’d stored in there.
“Good girl. Look around all you’d like. If you find a toy you’d like to play with or a book you’d enjoy having me read to you, bring it with you,” he suggested.
“Okay. That sounds like fun.” Coco hesitated for a minute before asking, “But won’t your neighbors think it’s weird?”
“You don’t need to worry about anyone around us, Coco. I promise. You’re safe here.” Roman stepped closer to rub her back before walking from the room and closing the door behind him.
Coco hugged the dress to her body and turned in a joyful circle, checking out the room again. She’d imagined the rooms described in the age-play books she had read. Her imagination failed horribly in comparison with this room.
Walking toward the crib, Coco reached out to run her hand over the gracefully curving white crib railing. The bed was beautiful. She touched the comforter to check that it was as soft as it looked. Of course, it was. Curling up in the protective bed would be wonderful.
She turned from the crib and walked toward the changing table. Staunchly ignoring the temptation to open the drawer, Coco pushed on the padded top. It was long enough for her to stretch out on it.
A small strap poked up at one end. She pulled it loose and found there were actually two attached to the padded top. An image flashed into her mind of Roman securing her wrists above her head. She dragged her eyes away and spotted a wide band further down the long side that she stood next to. If her head was there, the restraint would stretch over her ribcage and attach there on the opposite side.
Her panties were drenched as Coco fantasized about being secured. She glanced down at the bottom and didn’t seeanything else. At least her feet would be free, she thought and looked up to see a hinged, stout-looking bar that rested against the wall. Coco stood on her tippytoes to see if it moved. It did. Quickly, she pushed it back against the wall.
Why would he need to tether her in place so much? Images flashed through her mind of herself in the place of the heroine in age play novels. Coco squeezed her thighs as her secret dreams of being so intimately cared for exploded the longing inside her. Roman must desire this as well. He’d selected the items in her room.
Forcing herself away, Coco quickly changed into the dress. She ran out of the room and through the house, needing to be close to the dynamic man PLAYTIME had determined was her Daddy. As she burst out the open sliding door, Roman sat in a cushioned chair. He opened his arms, beckoning her close. Without hesitating, she threw herself onto his lap.
“Coco, you’re scaring Daddy. Are you okay?” he asked, stroking down her back as she hid her face against his hard chest.
She shook her head.
“Did something frighten you?”
This time, she nodded and grabbed a handful of his shirt to hold onto him.
“Something in your nursery?”
Coco hesitated. The turmoil of feelings inside her had caused her to flee. She wasn’t in the nursery now. “No,” she whispered. “It was me. I scared me.”
“Ah. I think I’m starting to understand now. Could it be that you reacted to being in the nursery differently than expected?”
She pulled back to look at him in surprise. How had he figured that out? “Yes.”
Roman cupped her cheek and smiled at her before brushing her hair back from her face. “Sometimes a Little girl haspowerful feelings when their dreams come true. Had you imagined having a nursery?”
“Yes. Nothing as pretty as yours,” she told him quickly.
