Epilogue
Oakley
I grinned when a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind.
I knew Sabastian – Daddy – was home, but I hadn’t moved away from the huge window, overlooking the backyard.
Over the past year, the yard had seen four different seasons, as had I. For seasons I didn’t think I’d be here to see.
It was summer again, which meant the sun was warm, the flowers were blooming, and the trees that lined the river were in full order.
I loved it here.
Not just because of what I could see, but also because of the man who held me.
If it hadn’t been for Sabastian, I would have died. I wouldn’t be able to see my nineteenth birthday. And I wouldn’t be trying to get my GED, then heading to try some college classes.
I could doanythingI wanted, and Daddy stood right by my side the entire time, every step of the way.
It took a lot of work to figure out who I was, and that was still something I had to figure out day to day.
Some days, I wore dresses, others I wore Daddy’s clothes. Sometimes, all I wore were padded undies that I found in a drawer in the spare bedroom. I liked how they fit around me, protecting my little bits and making me fall easily into the Little mindset.
It didn’t take much to make me golittleon any day, and that wasn’t going to change.
Any time Daddy touched me, my mind wanted to go to that state of mind where nothing bothered me. Where I knew I was safe and protected from the outside world.
I no longer feared the monsters that wanted to come torment me. I knew they weren’t real,now.
Going to therapy twice a month helped sort out what was real and what was abuse dished out by Donny.
That had been Daddy’s rule to start going. He feared he wasn’t enough to get me on a good enough path to overcome all the trauma that happened.
I hated to admit that he was right.
Just, I wasn’t going to drive anytime soon. Just the idea gave me anxiety so bad that I couldn’t breathe or think for hours.
But I had Daddy. He’d take me wherever I needed to go. He made sure he was always there, even the times he came home a bit dirty and bloody.
I still didn’t know exactly what he did for work, and I was pretty sure I never wanted to find out.
The less I knew, the better.
“I like this on you.” Daddy’s hands slid down my sides.
This thing had been in my dresser drawer for a while now, and I knew that there was a certain person who had put it in there, too.
The silky nightgown was smooth against my skin. It was even better when I had just shaved and scrubbed my entire body to the smoothness that I liked.
Yeah, Daddy liked me being his soft, sweet boy, but I enjoyed it too. Not just because a man from the past engraved it into my brain to be a certain way.
I had my own thoughts, my own needs and wants. And every day, I was learning to speak them.
I’d still blush like crazy when asking for certain things, or dressing a certain way, but I came to the conclusion that that was just me.
I couldn’t change parts of me, and I didn’t want to.
I just wanted to be Daddy’s little one. The boy he spoiled, the boy that could be good, and one that could tease back without punishment.
