“I’m very pleased you likeyournursery. And that you’ve had a strong reaction to it. That tells your Daddy he did a good job putting it together. It also clues me in that you are looking forward to having me take care of you.”
She dropped her head back against his throat, hiding. How did he know so much?
“Coco. Look at Daddy.”
Refusing, she pushed her face harder against him.
“Hmmm.” Roman’s throat vibrated as he hummed. He rocked her gently. “Coco, Daddy can wait for you to tell me. I’ve waited a long time for my Little girl. I know you’ll find your bravery. Everything in that room is there for a reason—deliberately chosen by me.”
“I know…” she whispered, letting her voice trail off. His soothing motion comforted her. A yawn stretched her mouth open. The excitement of going to Roman’s house and the early morning had zapped her sleep time.
“I think my Little girl needs a nap more than playing in the pool. Let’s go see if Daddy can help make you more comfortable,” he suggested and stood, holding her against his powerful frame. He carried her back into the house and directly to the nursery.
“I don’t want to nap,” she whined. Coco didn’t want to waste any of their time together.
“Little girls who wake up early to go to work get tired after lunch. Starting a new job is very stressful. I think I need to make sure you’re feeling okay first.”
Inhaling sharply, she clung to him as he carried her directly to the changing table. Roman swept her dress up over her hipsas he prepared to set her bottom on the padded top. His hand stopped on her panties. Could he feel how wet they were?
“Coco, did you think I would be mad that this room turned you on?”
A whimper of embarrassment escaped her lips.
“Sweet Little girl. I created this room to make you happy—in every way. Can you let Daddy take care of you?”
She froze and then forced herself to nod. “Please.”
“Good girl. Daddy’s got you.”
Roman sat her on the changing table and whisked her new dress over her head. He hung it on a hook within reach on the wall. “Little girls don’t wear bras at home,” he told her and quickly unfastened the back closure so he could ease the straps down her shoulders and off.
She automatically tried to shield her body with her hands, but her Daddy captured her wrists and drew them down to her sides. She watched his face as he slowly scanned her body. Coco couldn’t miss the desire etched in his features. His brown eyes looked darker than she’d ever seen them.
“What a pretty baby I have. Daddy needs to see all of you, Coco. No hiding from Daddy.”
Coco nodded and froze. What had she agreed to? “But…”
“No buts, Little girl. Now, stretch out for me, Coco.” He turned her body easily on the padded surface and guided her back down.
Before she could process all the movement, he had drawn her hands over her head and fastened the straps around her wrists. The zing of the strap as he pulled it from the automatic winding mechanism embedded itself into her mind. The click as he secured it relieved her of needing to struggle.Daddy is in charge.
“That’s my pretty Little girl. Let’s get these wet panties off. They have to be uncomfortable.”
Holding her breath as he drew her cotton underwear down her legs, Coco melted onto the padding when she was completely nude. After giving him total control, she basked in his praise. She closed her eyes as he pulled the bar down from the wall. In seconds, he attached her ankles, spreading her legs apart. The cool air whisked over her skin.
“What a good girl you are. Let’s see if you enjoy this,” he suggested, opening the drawer he’d forbidden her to look in.
The crinkle of a plastic wrapper made her peek. She spotted the purple pacifier before he brushed it against her lips. Nodding eagerly, she opened her mouth, and he inserted the bulb. Tentatively, she sucked on the device and quickly discovered it soothed her.
“I’m glad you like it, Coco. Just relax. Daddy’s going to check your temperature before he tucks you in bed.”
She watched him open a jar of lubricant and knew where he planned to put the thermometer. Sucking furiously, Coco closed her eyes. She’d read that Littles had their temperatures taken in this intimate way.
“Daddy’s finger, Coco,” Roman warned before pressing cold lubricant over her bottom hole before pressing inside.
Clenching her eyelids tightly together, she struggled not to wiggle. His touch pushed her arousal so much higher. No one had ever touched her there.
“Daddy will need to stretch your bottom, Coco. You are very tight. We’ll start with small dilators. You’ll get used to having your bottom filled, won’t you?”
