Daddy pats my thigh. “Your car seat is at the house, baby girl. This will be your only ride without it.”
I shiver, my nipples stiffening at the idea. I’m not sure why I’m reacting so strongly to the idea. I’ve never once considered using a car seat, but the way the Daddies are tugging those restraints around squirming Little girls and boys is making my nipples stiffen.
I’m not at all sure about this entire plan, but I do know I love restraints of all kinds. The thought of spreading my thighs and having a strap tugged between my legs… Yeah, I’m wet.
Daddy chuckles. He can read me well. “See? You’re getting into it already. You’re going to love it here.” He checks his GPS on his phone and pulls away from the row of golf carts.
“What about our luggage?” I ask.
“Someone will deliver it soon, baby girl.”
I look around as he drives us down several streets. He motions to the right at one point. “That’s the center of town. Main Street. We’ll go there later today or tomorrow and check in with management. There’s a pediatrician in town too. Dr. Morgan. We have an appointment with him tomorrow. He likes to meet all the Littles when they come to the island and get them in the system so if you ever need a doctor, you’ll already be set.”
I bite my lip and stiffen. I don’t want to go to the doctor. I’m not sick. I don’t say anything though.
We pull into a residential area next, and Daddy turns several times before slowing down and pointing to a white house on the right. “That’s where Anabel and her Daddy live. We’re only a few houses down the street. You’ll be able to see her a lot this summer.” He glances at me. “If you’re good,” he adds with a wink.
Three more houses down and on the left, he pulls into the narrow driveway and parks in front of a cute brick home. All the houses look more like cottages. I feel like I’m on the set ofThe Hobbit. The neighborhood is filled with extremely old majestic trees that hang over the streets on both sides, creating a canopy. The homes are surrounded by greenery—shrubs, flowers, vines, anything that grows.
Daddy hops down from the golf cart and rounds to my side to unbuckle me and lift me to the ground. I’m not sure why I let him do it. Normally I would get out of the car without his help,but he seems to want to be more controlling, and I’m kind of numb still.
“Let’s go inside.” He takes my hand and leads me to the front of the house. After lifting the mat to grab the key, he unlocks the front door and pushes it open.
I step inside in front of him and slowly wander into the space.
It’s so cozy and inviting. Seriously like a cottage fromThe Hobbitor something. Inside and out. The colors are all earth tones. The sofa and armchairs are plush and deep. The floor is hardwood with braided rugs. I pass through to the kitchen next. It too has a rustic look and feel. Everything is wooden and natural.
Daddy takes my hand again as he comes to my side. “It’s amazing. Even better than the pictures.”
I tip my head back and smile. “I love it.” I point out the back windows off the breakfast area. “Look. There’s a swing set.” I take a step forward, wanting to explore the backyard, but Daddy doesn’t release my hand. “We’ll go out back in a bit.” He turns me to face him and tips my head back. “There are rules here, baby girl. You won’t have permission to go outside without me. Understood?”
“Even out back?”
He shakes his head. “Only if Daddy is with you.”
“Yes, Sir.” My shoulders drop. I’m concerned this entire day is going to be filled with new rules I’m not used to having imposed on me. I’m even more concerned my panties are wet already. I like when Daddy is strict. I like when he doesn’t let me get away with things. That part of this adventure is going to make me horny.
He nods over his shoulder. “Let’s see the rest of the house.”
I follow him down the hall. The first door on the right is an office. It’s spacious, and I see there are two desks inside. “Oh good. I asked them to add a second desk. I see they already did.Perfect. You can research your thesis in here while I work where I can keep an eye on you.”
I shudder as we move to the next room on the right. It’s the master bedroom. The theme in the kitchen and living room extends to all parts of the house so far. The bed is high off the ground and made from natural wood. The dresser and bedside table match.
Daddy tugs me again, and we cross the hallway to the room on the left. He sets his hands on my shoulders from behind me as he guides me into the room.
I suck in a breath and stand very still while I absorb what I’m seeing. Same rustic wood furniture but this room has an adult-sized crib, a dresser that doubles as a changing table, a rocking chair, and a shelf with stacks of diapers and what looks like maybe T-shirts in various colors.
I start shaking a bit as reality seeps in. I’m overwhelmed.
There isn’t a lot of color in the room. The fitted sheet in the crib is white, as is the padding on the changing table. If this house is a rental most of the time, it’s probably set up for the possibility of Littles who are boys or girls.
I think I want to go to another part of the house and let this soak in a bit before I explore further. Also, I need to pee. The bathroom must be the last room we haven’t explored.
Daddy hasn’t let me go yet though, so I tip my head back and meet his gaze. “I need to go potty, Daddy. Let’s find the bathroom.”
He wraps his arm around my chest from behind and holds me tighter, tucking my head under his chin. “The bathroom is only for Daddy, baby girl.”
My breath hitches as I process his words. I try not to cry, but I start trembling.
