Everything about her shifted, hardened slightly as her Little faded into the background once more and she stepped back into her role as his best friend’s mother. “No, Dylan. The whole point of you staying here was so you could save money. You can’t do that if you’re wasting it on me all the time.”
Stepping forward, he deliberately closed the distance between them, crowding her so she was forced to look up at him even before he captured her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “What is my name, Samantha?”
Her eyes, which had gone wide when he’d moved in, narrowed. “Your name is Dylan. Yourtitleis Daddy. But I’m not Little right now, so you’re Dylan.”
“Think again, Little girl. Whether you are in Little space or not, you arealwaysmy babygirl. Which means I am always Daddy. Am I making myself clear?”
“But—”
Tightening his hold on her chin, he forced her head even further back, secretly delighting in the sharp intake of her breath, the awareness creeping into her eyes. “Am. I. Clear?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Dipping his head, he captured her pouty lips in a slow, sweet kiss. “Now, you are going to go sit on that couch while I order dinner. One more argument out of you and I’ll have to assume I didn’t do a thorough enough job of spanking you earlier. Go.”
When he released her, she paused, clearly torn between what she felt was right and obeying him. Taking hold of her arm, he turned her to the side and landed a half- dozen sharp spanks to her unicorn-covered bottom.
“Couch.Now.”
This time when he released her, she hurried away, back toward the living room. Satisfied she’d follow his instructions, he grabbed Doc Ock and Mr. Snuffles and carried them out to the couch, where he found his babygirl curled up with Roy cradled in her arms.
“Thank you for listening, baby.” Tucking the other stuffies into the spaces on either side of her, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Go ahead and find us a movie to watch, whatever you want, and I’ll get dinner ordered.”
She looked up at him, and for a moment he thought she was going to argue again, but then she sighed and nodded.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Sam
This was…weird.
Not just being Little in front of someone else, which was a whole experience in and of itself. But being taken care of. Having someone dress her, and tell her what to do, and take care of things like dinner.
It still grated that he wouldn’t let her pay, and once she was “Big” again, she had every intention of sitting him down to talk about it. Because to her, being Little didn’t mean she couldn’t take care of herself. She was a grown-ass woman with a well-paying job and she could damn well buy her own dinner. If thiswas some macho, “I Daddy, You Little” bullshit, they were going to fight.
But just then, her Little side was winning out over her Big side, and her Little was all about letting Daddy handle everything. So even though she was still irritated with him about it, she settled herself on the couch and grabbed the remote.
And as she scrolled through the movies on her various apps, curiosity got the better of her. How deep into this whole “Daddy” thing was he willing to go?
Time to find out.
By the time he returned, she had the movie up and ready to play. Dylan settled on the couch beside her, looked at the screen, and frowned.
“This isn’t going to work.”
Ha. Knew it.
But instead of taking the remote from her as she’d expected, he plucked Doc Ock from between them and scooted closer so he could drape his arm around her shoulder. “There,” he declared triumphantly before pressing a kiss to her temple. “Much better. Ready for our movie?”
“Really?” Surprised, and more than a little suspicious, she stared up at him. “You’re just going to let me watch a My Little Pony movie?”
His brows drew together in clear confusion. “Why shouldn’t I? Wait.” With an exaggerated narrowing of his eyes, he leaned in, as if searching her face for some sign of misdirection. “This isn’t one of those things that looks like a fun, harmless children’s movie but it’s actually full of like, bad language and fuzzy woodland animals dying bloody deaths, is it?”
Horror filled her at the thought of any of her beloved animated friends coming to harm. “No! Why would I want to watch something like that?”
“I don’t know! You’re the one who asked if I was going to let you watch it, like you were getting away with something naughty.”
“It’s not naughty, I just…” Suddenly embarrassed, she shook her head, heat infusing her cheeks. “Forget it.”
