by Scott Wylder
Chapter Seven
Katie
I couldn’t remember the last time I was as relaxed as I was under Jake’s care. For the first time since I was eighteen, I didn’t have to worry about paying bills on time or going to work, or any other troubling adult things. Jake took care of all of that for me. I had to stick to his rules, but they were all easy to follow. I had to eat three complete meals a day and drink plenty of water. I couldn’t spend too much time watching TV and I wasn’t allowed to do anything that would strain my leg.
So far, he hasn't asked anything more from me. I knew it was only a matter of time before he resented the burden I was placing on him and asked for something in return, but in the meantime, at least I could get a full night’s sleep tucked safely in his arms.
I didn’t understand what he got out of it, though. He had an annoying Little invading his home, who needed too much care and attention, but he never did anything more than give me the occasional forehead kiss, even though I was more than willing to give him more. Sure, my leg was fractured, but I could still do plenty of other things. But, he seemed content just holding me in his arms. It didn’t make sense to me.
It was about a week after I had moved in, and I was coloring on the couch while listening to Disney songs on Spotify. Jake was in his home office. He had been spending a lot of time working. For the past few days, he hadn’t come to bed until I was already sound asleep. I knew he’d missed quite a bit of work when he was taking care of me and he was struggling to catch up.
Suddenly I felt lonely, so I grabbed my brand-new, plush, purple unicorn and hugged it. Jake had made it a point to buy me a lot of stuffies when I had first got here.
“Every Little needs soft stuffies to play with,” he told me. “Besides, they’ll keep you company when I’m working.”
They did keep me company, but I missed my Daddy anyway. I wished he had enough time to play with me.
An idea occurred to me and I looked at the kitchen where some dirty dishes were piling up in the sink. Maybe if I did some chores, he would have more time. My leg was healing nicely and although this would put some strain on it, it wouldn’t be too bad, not if I was careful. I set aside my stuffie and coloring book and stood up, keeping as much weight off my right leg as possible. I limped into the kitchen and started filling up the sink with hot water for the dishes. My leg started aching a little, but I ignored it as I washed the dishes.
I zoned out, thinking about Jake. He was so sexy and caring. Maybe once I was healed, he would be willing to do more with me. I bit my lip, thinking about him running his hands over my breasts, and playing with my nipples as he slowly slid his cock inside of me.
Lost in thought, I absentmindedly shifted my weight onto my right leg and pain shot up my side. I gasped and the plate I was washing slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor.
“Katie!” I heard Jake shout from the hallway. Terror ran up my spine and I scrambled on the ground, trying to pick up the pieces, and not caring when a sharp piece dug into the palm of my hand.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
I felt his warm hand on my back and I flinched slightly. He quickly removed it. “Come on, baby girl. You’ve cut yourself. Let me get you bandaged up.”
His voice was soothing but it did little to calm the waves of emotion flowing through me. “I’m sorry,” I whispered again.
“Shhh. It’s all right. Now let’s get out of this mess, okay?” Gingerly, he picked me up and carried me away from the pieces of broken plate on the ground. He set me down at the kitchen table and went to the medicine cabinet. I couldn’t believe I was making even more work for him, after everything he had done for me. I was a horrible Little. I was no better at being a Little than I had been at being a kid when I was growing up.
Jake was quiet as he cleaned and bandaged the cut on my hand. I knew he was figuring out how to kick me out as nicely as possible. I was too much of a pain and it just wasn’t worth it. I took a shaky breath. I had known this day was going to come sooner or later, but I was still so disappointed. Being under his care felt so nice and the thought of going back to my crappy apartment was unbearable.
After he had finished treating my cut, he gripped both of my hands with his own.
“Please talk to me, baby girl. I need to know what happened.”
“I—I was washing dishes and one just slipped from my hand. I’m sorry.” My voice was so shaky. My entire body was shaking. Why was he even asking me what happened? We both knew what happened. I fucked up.
“It’s okay, baby girl. Accidents happen.” He reached out and I flinched slightly as he put a gentle hand on my cheek. His thumb brushed the tears from out of my eyes. I hadn’t even realized I was crying. “What were you even doing washing the dishes? You need to stay off your leg, you know that.”
There wasn’t any anger in his tone, but I could sense his disappointment. Why wouldn’t he be disappointed? He had only given me a few simple rules to follow and I couldn’t even follow them.
“I’m sorry. I just—I wanted to help. You’ve done so much for me.”
“I want to take care of you, baby girl, I’ve told you. It’s not trouble at all.”
“I—I was also hoping that, if I helped out, you might be able to spend more time with me.” My voice was small with my selfish admission. He was so busy and he had already done so much for me and now, here I was making a huge fuss, because he wasn’t spending enough time with me?
He studied me for a long time before saying. “You’re right. I haven’t been spending enough time with you and I’m sorry. How about this? I’ll clean up the plate and take the rest of the day off. We can order pizza and watch a movie together. How does that sound?”
I stared at him blankly. He really wasn’t mad at me?
“You’re… you’re not going to kick me out?”
He looked stunned. “No, baby, no. Did you really think I was going to kick you out?”
I looked down at my bandaged hand. “I broke the rules.”
“Come here.” He pulled me closer until I was sitting in his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and I buried my face in his chest. Just feeling him holding me calmed me down. I felt so safe and secure in his arms.
He kissed my forehead. “I want to help you, baby girl. I want to take care of you, and protect you. You have to tell me what happened to you. Why are you so afraid?”
“I’m not afraid of you. I know you won’t hurt me and you’ve been so generous and kind to me.”
“You thought I was going to kick you out because of a broken plate.”
“Well, why not? That’s perfectly reasonable. I’ve been annoying and I’m such a bad Little—”
“Who told you that you were a bad Little?”
His tone held a hint of anger and I shivered.
“No one had to tell me, I just know. I’ve always been a burden to everyone. Even when I was a kid, I was a burden. My parents struggled financially and did their best to work hard and keep our house.
“They needed a break from it all sometimes and would drink. They didn’t need an annoying little kid hanging around them, annoying them with more responsibilities, when they were trying to relax, and yet that’s what I did. I was always nagging at them to buy me new shoes, to make me dinner, and to sign my field trip permission slips.”
I shuddered, remembering how ungrateful I had been.
“They were quick to remind me about everything they did for me. I had a bed to sleep in and clothes to wear because of them. Why couldn’t I make my own food or earn money to buy my own shoes?” I shrugged.
“They had enough when I was about ten, and made me do babysitting and leaf raking for people in the neighborhood to earn money so I’d be pulling my own weight in the household. I knew it would never be enough to make up for all the grief I had given them. I was never enough.”
Jake’s arms tightened around me. “You were just a kid, Katie. It shouldn’t have b
een your responsibility to provide for yourself. You just wanted them to act like your parents; that’s all. You were never a burden and if they thought you were, then they were wrong, not you. God, what kind of parents put that much pressure on a ten-year-old?”
“They were doing their best—”
“No, baby girl. They hurt you. You were never a bad child and you’re not a bad Little. They were just awful people who exploited you.”
Tears ran down my face and I started shaking all over again. Everything Jake was saying was so confusing and went against everything I had believed for a long time. Still, I wanted to believe him so badly. I wanted to believe I wasn’t really that bad.
He held me while I cried and rubbed my back gently. He didn’t say anything for a long time, and instead he let me cry and get out all of my emotions. After several minutes, I had cried myself out and I was still, feeling emotionally spent.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“I love taking care of you, Katie. Making sure you’re safe and comfortable and happy gives me greater pleasure than anything else does. Before you, I was just a shell of a human being. I worked endlessly to fill up my lack of a life. You’re the one who saved me. You’ve brought joy back into my life. You’ll never be a burden to me, Katie. I’ll never, ever kick you out of my life, when all I want to do is take care of you for as long as you’ll let me.”
I didn’t know what to say. His words made me want to cry again, but this time out of happiness. Instead, I held him tighter.
“Thank you,” I whispered again.
He kissed the top of my head. “Thank you, baby girl. Now, why don’t you pick out a movie for us to watch while I clean up the plate, okay?”
Chapter Eight
Jake
After Katie’s confession, I decided to take sometime off. My law firm owed it to me. I hadn’t taken a vacation in, well, ever. I wanted to devote more time to taking care of Katie. She deserved it and I wanted to make sure she knew how much I enjoyed it.
I gave away all of my cases, except for Katie’s. I called in a favor with the local police department so that I could access the traffic cams in the area where she had been hit by the car. It wasn’t hard to find the guilty driver, who had been driving recklessly all night and had been picked up by multiple traffic cams.
One of them had even recorded Katie’s hit-and-run. I couldn’t bear to watch that footage, though. If I did, I would more than likely go to hunt down the driver and kill him myself rather than just sue his ass. Luckily, it was going to be easy for Katie to press charges, with all of the evidence against him. I would make sure that not only would she have a nice settlement to keep her comfortable but also the asshole who hit her would never be allowed to drive again.
After Katie told me everything that had happened with her parents, that driver wasn’t the only person I wanted to kill. I wished that it was unimaginable to me that a parent would treat their own child like that, but I had handled enough custody cases to know better. After sifting through enough evidence of child abuse – to help the better parent get custody – I should have recognized the signs of abuse in Katie. I had been way too preoccupied with work to take care of her properly and she paid the price because of it.
I wouldn’t make that mistake again.
I spent as much time with her as I could, even if I was reading a book while she colored on the floor. I wanted to be close to her in case she needed anything. The more time I spent with her, however, the more attracted I grew to her. Watching her cuddle up with a stuffie with her thumb in her mouth was so adorable, and it made me want to kiss her and make love to her. I was scared of my growing feelings for her. Especially after everything she had told me. The last thing I wanted was to make her feel as if she owed me anything, most of all sex.
I knew it was unlikely she would ever want me that way. I was twice her age, after all, and she was so vulnerable. She needed a place to heal and rest, and a Daddy she could depend on to take care of her. However, even if she didn’t want anything more from me, it was okay. Taking care of her already gave me enough pleasure. At least that’s what I told myself.
One night, Katie cuddled up to me as usual, as we were watching a Disney movie. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, loving how tiny she was compared to me. About halfway through the movie, she crawled into my lap.
“I’m cold,” she said in her Little voice.
“I’ll warm you up, baby girl.” I rubbed my hands up and down her arms to warm her up. She pressed her lips against my cheek and I had to stifle a groan.
“What was that for?”
“Just ‘cus,” she said. Her eyes dropped to my lips. “I just want to kiss you. Is that okay, Daddy?”
Was she really suggesting what I thought she was? It was impossible. It had to be. But, I wanted it to be true so badly. “Yes, baby girl,” I whispered.
Carefully, cautiously, she pressed her lips against mine and I groaned and wrapped my arms around her waist as I returned her kiss. She wrapped her arms around my neck. I broke off to kiss her forehead.
“Are you sure you want this, baby girl? You don’t owe me this. You don’t owe me anything.”
“I know.” She winced. “At least, I’m telling myself I don’t owe you anything. I’ll believe that one day. But, I do want this, Daddy. I want you. Please, can I have you?”
I groaned.
“You have me, baby girl. You’ve always had me.”
I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed and got on top of her, kissing her. My hands traveled under her pink nightshirt, feeling her soft skin as I made my way to her breasts. I ran my thumbs over her nipples, teasing them into hard points, and she gasped underneath me.
“Holy shit, that feels good,” she gasped.
“Watch your language,” I growled. “Or I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down.”
She giggled. “Yes, Daddy.”
I grinned slightly. She was testing me. “Was that backtalk, baby girl?”
“Maybe.”
I moved off her and sat up.
“On your stomach, baby girl. You’ve earned yourself a spanking for back talking me.”
She giggled and rolled over onto her stomach, wiggling her cute little butt in the air. I gently pulled down her pajama bottoms to reveal her little pink diaper. I grinned and ran my hand over her butt. I had been looking forward to my first time spanking her for a long time, fantasizing about it, even. Lifting my hand, I lightly swatted her butt. She giggled and wiggled her butt in response.
“Oh yeah?” I said. “Do you want more?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I spanked her again, this time a little harder. She let out a small moan of pleasure that had my cock rock hard in an instant.
“Harder, Daddy,” she said in a small voice.
I spanked her again, and then again, until her giggles dissolved completely into gasps and moans. I smiled and rubbed her butt over the diaper. “That’s enough of that, little one.”
“No, please, more Daddy,” she gasped.
I chuckled. “You like your punishment a little too much, don’t you, baby girl?”
She moaned in reply.
With slow, deliberate movements, I undid her diaper to reveal her bare ass. After I pulled the diaper away, she was completely exposed to me. I spanked her again with a loud smack that echoed through the room. Katie gasped and moaned. I spanked her repeatedly, until she was writhing in front of me, moaning and begging for more, even as her ass grew red from the spanks.
Feeling satisfied, I dipped a hand down between her legs and felt her pussy dripping in desire.
I groaned. “Good girl.”
I flipped her over onto her back as I pushed one finger into her entrance. She moaned as I stretched her out. Unzipping my pants, I pulled out my thick, hard cock. I stroked it as she watched me with wide eyes.
“Do you want this, baby girl?” I asked. “Do you want Daddy�
��s hard cock?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please. I want your cock.”
I got on top of her and pressed the head of my cock against her tight entrance. She moaned and bucked her hips, silently begging me to enter. I smiled and slowly slid my cock into her tight little pussy. I groaned. Being inside of her was heaven. I closed my eyes and buried my face in her neck as I let her get used to my size. Then I slowly started thrusting inside her over and over. She gasped as she took all of me inside her, and she lifted her hips up to meet mine.
I trailed kisses down her neck, feeling completely lost in the sensations of claiming her as mine.
“I love you, baby girl,” I whispered. “Oh fuck, I love you.”
“I love you, Daddy,” she moaned.
Her breath came out in short gasps and I wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her body close to mine as her movements became more urgent. She cried out and her body froze as she orgasmed before going limp. The pleasure of watching her orgasm was too much and I came, shooting my seed inside her and marking her as my own. I let out a shuddering breath before collapsing on the bed beside her. I gathered her in my arms.
“I wanted to do that for so long, baby girl. I love you so much.”
She smiled and wrapped her arms around my waist. “I love you too, Daddy.”
Chapter Nine
Jake
“Oh my gosh, I can make a sand castle!” Katie giggled as she played in the sand. I smiled, watching her. It had been six months since she had appeared on my doorstep, injured from the hit and run accident. She had been living with me ever since. To celebrate getting a huge settlement from the hit-and-run driver, I had taken her away for a weekend at the beach.
We stayed off to the side, a little ways away from other people so Katie could be her Little self. Watching her in her lacy pink swimsuit, as she concentrated on building a sand castle, made me smile like an idiot. But, my chest tightened with nerves. There was still one task I hadn’t completed yet. I wasn’t even sure that I could.
