“I was worried I wouldn’t be able to sleep with all the excitement of the day,” she admitted. “But it has been a long one.”
“It’s already the middle of the night. You were out for a while. You’re halfway to a good night’s rest. Let’s go back to sleep and finish ‘er up. See what tomorrow holds.”
She really wanted to suggest other activities, but instead simply stretched again, getting comfortable against him. Her eyes closed. It wouldn’t be long now. In fact, she’d already crossed over into that hazy state between consciousness and sleep.
“Of course, I probably wouldn’t be able to sleep if I wasn’t with you.”
He kissed the top of her head. “What would you do at home alone if you were having trouble falling asleep?”
The words left her mouth before she could even run them through a mental filter. “Get out my magic wand vibrator. Fantasize about some hot Daddy tying me up while I made myself come a few times.”
She realized that perhaps she should have been embarrassed by the admission, but she was just too tired for that. Besides, John didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she could feel his cock twitch beneath her.
“I can’t believe I just said that. I’ve… never been that good at filtering myself. Or good at sex and stuff.”
“I think you’re just perfect, Trixie. Don’t sell yourself short.”
“You don’t think I’m weird for saying that?”
He laughed. “If you’re weird then I am too.”
Mmm. It would be fun to explore this further.
Perhaps in another second or two. Right now, she just needed to keep her eyes closed, regain some strength and then…
None of her plans or desires would come to fruition tonight.
Little Trixie was fast asleep.
Chapter Eighteen
The following morning, Trixie had to stop and think about whether she’d really confessed her fantasies to John or if that had been a dream.
Best she could determine, it was real.
She also wracked her brain, trying to remember if she’d used the D-word.
Had she called him Daddy? She couldn’t remember it, but last night was pretty hazy.
More than that, she wondered if he’d used the word!
Should she ask?
No. There was no reason to. It was best to just let it lie for now. They’d only recently met. She was moving way too fast.
You’ve found the man of your dreams, Trixie! Don’t scare him away. He’ll think you’re a total psycho if you start talking about things like forever and happily ever after.
But he was sure talking like he was her Daddy.
“You’re going to be a good girl at Auntie Athena’s, right?”
John asked the question as he stood near the table where Trixie and the other Littles were eating breakfast. The Daddies had cooked and eaten quickly and were now getting things ready for the day.
It seemed as if they were on a mission and Trixie suspected it was about her case.
“I’ll be a good girl. I promise. But why aren’t we going to Athena’s regular place?”
John smiled reassuringly. “Because, honey, the people after you followed you to her house yesterday. They might be watching it, waiting for you to come back.”
