“I’m not really a fan of going commando.” I reached for them but he tapped my ankle. Understanding that he wanted to dress me instead, I got up. He lifted each of my feet in turn before pulling my panties all the way up to my hips. Though I enjoyed being undressed, this was entirely different. He swallowed hard as he assisted me into the silk pajamas. They were whisper-soft against my skin done in the prettiest shades of pink, and warm peachy corals.
“You look adorable.”
“I’m finding it really hard to behave myself right now. I’m surprised your touch didn’t make me spontaneously combust.”
“I’ll take the compliment.”
He swatted my ass once while we walked into the bathroom. I showed him my nighttime routine as if I was running an infomercial. He played along but stopped me when I picked up my hairbrush.
“May I?”
“I don’t think anyone’s ever brushed my hair, other than my brother Dane.”
Sometimes growing up I couldn’t get all the tangles out of my long hair. He was younger than me, but when there aren’t any options, you do whatever you need to. Dane never complained and found sprays and serums that were amazing detanglers. The memory brought a pleasant round of happy thoughts instead of so much of the grief caused during my formative years.
“Yes or no, princess?”
“I got lost in thought. Yes, please.”
King brushed my hair, whispering sweet and encouraging words, praising me for being honest with my needs as he fixed my blonde tresses into two low ponytails.
“I didn’t think you could get any more adorable but look at you proving me wrong.”
“For once?” I sassed. He popped his hand off my right asscheek.
“It’s bedtime. Quit pouting.”
Kingston cracked his hand against the other side of my butt playfully. Giggling, I padded out of the bathroom. He swooped in after me, grabbing my waist and tossing me onto the bed.
“Don’t get me going again!”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Under the covers, beautiful. Daddy needs to go to work.”
“You keep calling yourself ‘Daddy’. Don’t you think it’s a bit premature?”
“You don’t have to call me Daddy. I understand it’s going to take a bit for us to build trust, but do you mind me saying it?”
“No, actually. I feel it too, but I’m worried about allowing you to step into that role for me and then us not being–”
“Look at me, Eloise.”
I raised my chin to meet his gorgeous blue eyes. “Yes?”
“The ball is in your court, because above everything else, your comfort is the most important. Be honest with me, but don’t let a spiral lead you down into your fears.”
Taking several deep breaths, I grounded myself so I could answer him honestly.
“I’ve never been in a Daddy-and-Little dynamic. I’ve had dominant partners. I’ve explored my Little alone. I’m a bit off-kilter at the idea of becoming your Little girl.”
“Name the first thing that comes to mind. No thinking. Ready?”
Scrunching my nose at him, I blew out a few more breaths letting the yucky emotions fade. “Ready.”
He started the word association game. “Red light.”
“Green light.”
“Rain.”
