Autumn turns toward the clothes. She glances back and forth between the left side of the rack and the right. Eventually, she inches toward the Little section.
Her fingers are trembling as she lifts a hand to touch the dresses. “They’re just like in my books,” she murmurs.
“I ordered a variety of ages so you can experiment.” It’s nerve-wracking, waiting to hear what she will say. It’s not necessary. I don’t need to worry. My girl can be any age she wants to be. I won’t be offended. And I hope she won’t be disgruntled with me for providing a range of options.
I come up behind her, brush her hair over one shoulder, wrap my arms around her, and kiss her neck. “I’ll let you pick. I’ll be warming up your breakfast in the kitchen, okay?”
“Okay,” she whispers.
I point to the drawers under the hangers. “Bras, panties, and socks are down below. Again, just make a pile of what you don’t like.”
“You’re insane,” she says.
“Perhaps.” I kiss her neck again and leave her in the closet.
I’d love to stay and dress her myself, but I need to slow the fuck down. I pushed her last night. I don’t want her to feel rushed. And I haven’t seen her naked yet. I’ve touched her pussy, briefly, but I didn’t get to look at it directly.
By the time she joins me in the kitchen, I have a plate of food ready as well as a sippy cup of juice.
When I look up, my breath hitches. She’s so pretty, no matter what she’s wearing. She looked radiant in nothing but my T-shirt. She looked incredibly professional in the pencil skirt she arrived in. Now, she’s wearing a combination of things she took from both sides of the closet. Smart girl.
“So, let me get this straight…” she says as she pads toward me. “You used the clothes I was wearing when I got here to get all my sizes, including shoes, and ordered me everything from bras to jeans?”
“Yep. Did I do okay?”
She glances at herself and smooths her hands over the knit sweater she’s wearing. It’s white with small pink bows down the front. She’s paired it with pink leggings, pink socks, and white tennis shoes.
Without a word, she comes over to me, wraps her arms around me, and hugs me tight. “It’s like an adult dress-up closet in there. I love it.”
I blow out a relieved breath and rub her back before threading my fingers in her hair. “You look very pretty.”
She tips her head back and sets her chin on my chest. “I need to do something with my hair. It’s frizzy from not using the right products.”
“How about you sit at my computer this morning and order everything you’re missing? In the meantime, would you like me to braid it?”
“Depends.”
“What does it depend on, sassy girl?”
“If it’s terrible and I redo it, will your feelings be hurt?”
I laugh. “I’ll do my best not to pout.” Spinning her around, I point toward the island. “You need to eat, Baby girl.” I grab her hips and move her forward until I can lift her onto the stool.
She gasps when she sees the sippy cup. Her head jerks toward me. “Is there anything you don’t have?”
I shrug. “If I don’t, we can order it.”
“You didn’t buy all of this in the last twenty-four hours.”
“No. I’ve been accumulating things for a Little girl for a long time, sweetheart. I’m a Daddy Dom. No matter who ended up claiming my heart, they would have been Little.”
She picks up the cup and spins it around in her hands. “It’s lavender, my favorite color.”
“I might have known that.” I grin. I can’t decide if she’s going to be excited when she sees the room I’ve put together with her in mind, or if she’s going to run from the house and never look back, thinking I’m far too creepy for her.
I hold out two sets of silverware next. The adult set is silver. The Little set is lavender and plastic. More like a spork and the sort of knife that won’t actually cut anything, including her skin.
I relax a bit when she giggles and snatches the purple set. “When you go full Daddy Dom, you go all out.”
