“Apologizing for just being human and having emotions is definitely a spankable offense.” Tightening his hold on her, he pressed a kiss to her forehead that did nothing to stop her Little from taking control. “But I know you’ve had a hard day, so I’m going to let it pass this once.”
“Yes, Daddy.” The words came out on a long, drawn-out sigh that had Dylan’s chest rumbling with laughter.
“Dramatic little brat.” Again he graced her with one of those sweet forehead kisses. “I know I said you could choose Little time or Big girl time after your spanking, but right now I think you need some Little time. Let’s go get you changed into a pair of jammies.”
She was too deep into her Little space to even be embarrassed by her nakedness when he helped her to her feet and out of her panties. Taking her hand, he started toward her bedroom, but she pulled on his hand to stop him.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“You’re going the wrong way.”
Brows drawing together in confusion, he glanced toward her bedroom. “Don’t you keep your clothes in your room?”
“I keep all my grown-up clothes in there. All my Little stuff is in my playroom.”
“Ah.” The confusion cleared and he grinned at her. “That makes sense. To the playroom, then, if you’re okay with me going in there now.”
There didn’t seem to be much point in keeping him out considering he’d already seen the room. And her naked ass. Really, there wasn’t any reason for her to hide much of anything from him now.
Still, she hesitated. For so long that room had been her sanctuary. The one place in the world that was hers and hers alone, where she could be the most authentic version of herself. Sharing that with him meant exposing a part of herself she’d kept hidden and secret from even her closest friends.
But if Dylan was really going to be her Daddy, then he was going to have to accept those most secret parts of her. So once again, she gathered her courage and prepared to lay herself bare for him.
“Yes, Daddy. You can see my playroom.”
Chapter Nine
Dylan
The trust she had in him was humbling, more than he’d expected it to be. Although he’d played with a few Littles so he could learn about what it meant to be a Daddy, he’d never actuallybeenanyone’s Daddy. And he could see now he’d been completely unprepared for the weight that kind of responsibility would bring with it.
“Thank you for trusting me with your space, babygirl. Will you show Daddy where you keep your jammies?”
“Okay!” With a pep in her step he’d never seen before, Sam grabbed his hand and all but dragged him toward her playroom. Beneath the hem of her dress shirt, her round, pink bottom bounced and he had to bite back a groan at the sight.
He watched as she picked up one of the many potted plants scattered around her house and removed a key from the false bottom.
Clever girl.
Key in hand, she led the way to her “office” and unlocked the door.
Even though he’d seen the room before, it had only been a glimpse. Once he’d realized the room was not, in fact, her office and that she wasn’t inside, he’d quickly closed the door and despite his rampant curiosity he’d never ventured back inside.
Now, though, he was free to look around. And what he saw was as impressive as it was adorable.
The walls were painted a pale peachy sort of color that reminded him of her. Happy, but with a calming presence at the same time. In one corner of the room was a daybed, and he had to swallow a laugh when he realized the teal comforter was barely visible beneath the pile of stuffies.
Toys were scattered everywhere, and unlike the rest of the house, this room was pure Little girl chaos. Something about that tugged at his heart, like he was finally getting a glimpse at the real Samantha Fleming and not just the polished, motherly version he’d gotten all these years.
Crossing the room to the bed, he picked up a stuffed octopus and grinned. “Is this the one I bought for you at the aquarium?”
Pink slashed across Sam’s cheeks as she nodded, her fingers twisting in her half-open dress shirt. “Uh-huh.”
“I thought maybe you didn’t like it, since I never saw it again. But you were just keeping him safe in your playroom, huh, babygirl?”
The color in her cheeks spread, and darkened. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Who’s your favorite?” he asked, gesturing to the pile beside him.
