“Juliana…” he groaned.
Seeing my chance, I launched at him, pushing him down onto the bed. I scurried on top of him and held his wrists down to the bed.
He looked up at me in shock and then his eyes changed, revealing an animalistic desire. “Are you sure about this? Once we start, it’ll kill me to stop.
“I’m sure,” I said leaning down and giving him a kiss. When I pulled back, black curls were tickling his face.
“Alright then.”
I had no clue what he was doing until he flipped us over and now I was the one on my back and he had both of my wrists held down.
“You’re sure?” he asked again.
I ground my pelvis into his hard shaft as my answer.
He growled and attacked my mouth. I’d had sex before, but not like this, not this aggressive. He let go of my hands and before I could believe it, we were both naked. He moved me so I was in the center of the bed and then he kissed a line down my neck, stomach, and right to my heated core.
“You don’t wait long,” I panted, slightly embarrassed about what he was going to do, but I wanted it so much.
He looked up. “I’ve been waiting to do this since the beginning of December. We can do slow later.” With that, his mouth settled between my thighs. My hands pulled at the sheets as his tongue dove in and out of my channel. I couldn’t think as his tongue licked the outline of my pussy and then alternated between diving into my channel and sucking on my clit.
“Robert!” I panted as my entire body began to tingle.
He moved his mouth and started sucking on my clit with a new vigor. Before I knew it, I was screaming out my release.
Holy crap! This man knows how to use his mouth well! Then I heard the telltale rip of a condom. As I was coming down from the best orgasm I’d ever had, I looked up to see his shaft at my slick entrance. I couldn’t help the grin that crossed my face. The man was hung like a god. He must have been about nine inches long. That was about triple the length of what Boyle was.
“Juliana?”
I just nodded my head to tell him I was okay, and not missing a beat, he slammed his cock into me.
“Oh!” I squealed. It felt amazing. I was so full and focused only on him.
He captured my lips in his again as he thrust in and out of me. I just hung onto his shoulders. His hand snuck in between our bodies and he began playing with my sensitive clit and within another minute, we both gasped as we came hard together.
Before we collapsed, he rolled over and fell against the bed as I fell on him. We just laid there, trying to catch our breaths.
Sweet Jesus, was the only coherent thought I had. I laid there for a few minutes, stunned. This man was fantastic in bed.
“Juliana?”
“Hmmm?” I turned my head so our eyes were meeting.
“You okay?”
“Mm-hmmm…”
“Give me a few minutes and we’ll do this again. I’ll go nice and slow and worship your body the way it deserves.”
I looked at him as if we were crazy. I could hardly move and he was talking about another round of sex? I couldn’t help but begin to laugh. We were going to have fun together.
Chapter Eight
Tonight was the night. It was our first age play session together and I needed everything to go perfectly. If it didn’t, we’d probably never do this again, and I knew that she needed it. On the past four dates we’d been on, she responded well with the subtle age play things I did. I’ll admit that I was shocked that on our last date she had asked me to spank her. At the time, I couldn’t fathom why she’d wanted me to, but I did, and she’d still agreed to try role playing. That was a good sign, I thought to myself as I tried to think about what else I would have to bring tonight.
I knew that she thought age play was supposed to be about being punished and doing chores. Tonight I wanted to show her that age play could be as simple as watching a children’s movie or just coloring with her daddy.
Granted, if she acted like a brat, which I hoped she wouldn’t, then I would punish her. I was thinking about that too. A bare bottom spanking worked wonders to teach a little not to make the same mistake, but I didn’t want to push her too far tonight. She let me spank her last time because she’d been willing. I wasn’t sure what would happen the next time if she wasn’t.
I could think about that later, I decided as I packed my two bags. One was a small suitcase for me, since I was spending the night, and the other was a baby bag. I wished I knew what age Juliana associated with when she was acting little. There were times where I thought she might like being six or seven, but then there were others when it seemed she liked being two or three. Since I didn’t know, I ended up packing much more than I would probably use. I wanted to be prepared for any situation.
I couldn’t wait for her to feel comfortable about coming to my home and I’d just finished decorating the nursery for her. It had been painted a lovely shade of yellow and it had cream colored furniture to match. There was a canopy bed pushed against the wall and a dresser across from it. There was a nightstand next to the bed, which would always have a cup of water on it, waiting for her if she needed it in the middle of the night, and of course, I’d added a huge toy chest filled with toys. Next to it was a rocking chair, where she and I could snuggle when we wanted. The last part of her nursery would be coming soon, and I couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she saw it.
I finished packing and looked at the clock on my nightstand. It was five thirty. Better get going, I thought as I grabbed my bags and headed towards the garage.
* * *
I arrived at Juliana’s apartment about fifteen minutes early and decided that I would just go up. I got out of my car, headed into her apartment building, took the elevator to her floor, and then knocked on her door. I heard a bustle and the door swung open. She was standing there in her robe with her hair up in a towel.
I had to bite back my groan as my cock instantly got hard. This woman was a temptresses that was for sure. But tonight is about her and her little self. No having sex when she is in her little headspace.
“Hi, Robert. You’re early!” she said, clearly flustered.
“I know, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t wait to see you.”
A blush flittered across her face. She looked so adorable when she did that. “Come in please. Let me just finish getting dressed.”
I walked in and closed the door behind myself. “Juliana, why don’t you let me help you finish getting dressed? That way you won’t have to change again in a few minutes.”
“O-okay,” she stuttered and looked at the ground.
I dropped my bags on the ground and hurried over to her. I lifted her small chin in my hands until we were looking at one another.
“Hey, there is nothing at all for you to be embarrassed about. Besides, I’ll be changing too, if that helps you relax.”
She nodded and I let go of her chin and went over and picked my bags up from the ground and headed towards her bedroom. I heard her following me as I set the two bags on her bed. I first pulled out my pajamas—a pair of black flannel pants and a long sleeve dark blue t-shirt. Then I opened up the baby bag and pulled out a pair of yellow footie pajamas for Juliana.
“What do you think of these?” I asked, holding them up for her to see.
She slowly walked towards me and with a trembling hand she felt the material. She had a confused look on her face. “It’s soft.”
A smile spread across my face. “Yes. I want my baby girl to be as comfortable as possible. Also, they’re extra warm. I wouldn’t want you to get cold.”
A shy smile crossed her features.
“Let’s get you changed, then I’ll change into my pajamas, and you can help me decide what we’re going to have for dinner.”
“Okay.”
I reached for the sash of her robe and she grabbed my wrists tightly.
“Sweetie, what’s the matter?” I asked, looking down at her.
“I… I can change myself.”
I sighed. If she was going to have a problem with something as simple as my helping her to change, then tonight was going to be much more difficult than I ever imagined.
“Not right now you can’t, little girl. Now come on. I’ve seen you naked before and I told you, you’re beautiful. There’s no need for you to worry.”
She groaned then said, “Fine,” and let go of my wrists so I could begin undressing her.
I made fast work of changing her into her pajamas, not wanting to prolong her unease, and then I changed into my own. When we finished, I grabbed her hairbrush, sat on her bed, and motioned for her to sit in between my legs. Since I was about fifteen inches taller than her, I could easily brush her hair this way. She climbed in between my legs and I removed the wet towel and let her curly hair drape down her back and began to brush it.
She sighed contentedly and I asked, “Do you like this?”
“Yes. You get the tangles out faster than I do and it hurts a lot less.”
“That’s because you have to be patient while you do it, baby girl.”
“That’s a virtue that I do not have.”
“Well, it’s a good thing that I do. So, what do you feel like for dinner tonight?” I asked, working a particularly nasty knot out of her hair.
“Candy?” she said, turning her head to look at me wistfully.
I shook my head. “No, Juliana. No candy for dinner. How about Italian food? I know a great place that delivers.”
“Yummy!” she giggled, rubbing her tummy.
I was very happy and surprised that she was so easily letting her little side out. This further made me believe that this was something she needed.
“You know, I think that Italian restaurant has their menu online. We can look at it on my iPad.”
“I’ll go get it,” she said, starting to pull away from me, but I snaked my arm around her stomach and wouldn’t let her move.
“You can get it after I finish brushing your hair, missy.”
“Okay,” she sighed. “But please hurry.”
I took my time finishing brushing out her thick curls. I didn’t want my little girl to have one single tangle in her hair. Once I was done, I let her go run to my bag and grab my tablet. When she found it, she jumped back up on the bed, sat in between my legs again, and held it as I pulled up the restaurant’s website.
“Look at the kid’s menu, sweetie. They have chicken tenders with pasta, pasta with meatballs, macaroni and cheese, or a small pizza. What sounds good to you?” I said, pointing to each picture on the tablet for her to see.
“Ummmm… pasta with meatballs sounds tasty,” she said, hesitantly.
“Okay then. One order of pasta with meatballs for my little girl and I think that I’ll have a juicy beef sandwich,” I said, reaching for the phone on the nightstand. I called the restaurant, placed my order, and then hung up.
I wrapped my hands around Juliana and gave her a squeeze. “The delivery man should be here in half an hour to forty-five minutes. What would you like to do to fill that time?” I was giving Juliana a lot more freedom than I normally would when we were role playing. I just didn’t want to scare her off by being too bossy since this was her first time back in the lifestyle. Also, I didn’t know what her safe word was yet or what age she wanted to be. So, I thought tonight would just be laid back and we could go with the flow.
I just hoped that tonight would be a pleasurable experience for her. I wanted her to know that I could be the perfect daddy for her.
Chapter Nine
I couldn’t believe that Robert was actually asking me what I wanted to do when we were role playing. When Boyle and I would role play, he made all the decisions. If I even hinted at what I wanted, he would make sure to do the exact opposite. That was why I’d hesitated when Robert asked me what I wanted from the menu. I was afraid that he’d order the thing I didn’t want. Now he’d asked me what I wanted to spend my time doing, so I just shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to push my luck.
“Come on, Juliana. There has to be something that you want to do. We could watch TV, color pictures, bake something. We could even play with dolls if you wanted to.”
I just shrugged my shoulders again. I felt him move behind me and all of a sudden my teddy bear was in front of me.
“Hi, Juliana. Can you please tell me what you want to play? I would love to play whatever you want to and so would your daddy,” Robert said, but he deepened his voice so it sounded like a teddy bear’s.
I giggled at his teddy bear voice. “Can we watch TV?”
“That sounds perfect. Daddy and I have a great way for you to get to the family room. Stay on the bed,” my teddy bear said.
Robert gently pushed me forward a little so he could get off the bed. Then he squatted down next to the bed and said, “Hop on Juliana. Bring your teddy bear too.”
“What?” I was confused. Why did he want me jumping onto his back? Is he crazy? I could break his back if I got on it, I thought as I continued to stare at him.
“I’ll give you a piggy back ride to your couch. Come on.”
“O-okay,” I said, standing on the bed. I grabbed my teddy bear, then I wrapped my arms and legs around Robert. He grabbed onto my legs and started to gallop into the family room. He did a lap around the couch, which had me giggling, and then he sat down on the edge of the couch.
“Where’s my baby girl? I’ve lost her!” he said, sounding frantic as he looked around my family room.
“I’m right here,” I laughed.
“Right here? I can hear you, but I still can’t find you, baby girl,” he said, twisting and turning to find me.
“Behind you,” I got out before I was consumed with belly-aching laughs. I didn’t know why I thought it was so funny. I just did.
He turned around and said, “There you are! I found my baby girl!” He gave me and my teddy bear a big hug. Then he moved so we were sitting side by side and he clicked the TV on.
“What do you want to watch, baby girl?”
“You pick,” I said, still afraid I was going to push my luck.
“Okay. Let’s see what they have playing on the Disney channels,” he said, flipping to those stations. One had a regular Disney show playing, but the second one had the movie Cinderella playing.
“Would you like to watch this?”
I gave a hesitant nod.
“Okay,” he said, placing the remote down. “Lay your head in my lap. I want you to relax.”
I did as I was told, getting as comfortable as I could on his thigh. I just couldn’t help but feel tense. What does he want me to do?
“Just relax, sweetie. Nothing bad is going to happen to you,” he quietly said, before he ran his fingers through my hair and on my neck. He was tracing random patterns on me. It felt really good and I began to feel myself lose the tension in my body as I continued to watch the movie.
Exactly forty-five minutes later, there was a knock on my apartment door. I groaned as Robert gently helped me up into a sitting position.
“I’ll bet that’s our dinner. I want you to go and sit down at the table and I’ll get the food.”
“Okay,” I said, getting up and walking over to my kitchen table. I sat down and waited for him. He paid for the food and brought it over to the table, then placed the bag on the table and made quick work of setting it.
I smiled as he placed a Barbie plate and utensils in front of me, along with a napkin. Once the table was set, he pulled the food out of the bag and said, “Okay. Here is your spaghetti and meatballs. I also got you a side of fresh asparagus.” He placed both containers on my plate.
I was about to pick up my fork to eat when he said, “Wait! I forgot something!” He got up from the table and went into my bedroom. When he came back, I could see he was holding two things. He placed one down on the table. It was a clear cup with a punch of colorful polka dots and it had a crazy straw in it. I loved it!
Then I felt him strap
something around my neck. I looked down to see that it was a baby bib that read, Daddy’s Little Girl. I liked my baby bib, but I didn’t want him to know. He filled my cup and his with milk, put the milk in the refrigerator, and then sat back down.
“We’re ready to eat now,” he said, picking up his beef sandwich and taking a bite.
I picked up my fork and just looked at it. It was a little chunkier than any of my forks and it was made out of rubber. I inspected it for another minute and decided I could use it to eat with.
The spaghetti and meatballs were very tasty. The asparagus… not so much.
“Honey, why don’t you try eating some of your asparagus?” Robert said, noticing that I wasn’t touching it.
“No! I don’t wanna,” I said, taking another bite of spaghetti.
“Young lady, you need to eat your vegetables. They’ll make you big and strong.”
“No. I’m already big and strong enough,” I said, putting my fork down and crossing my arms over my chest. I don’t know what possessed me to do this. I just did not want to eat that icky tasting asparagus.
“Young lady, you are walking on thin ice. If you don’t eat your asparagus, I’ll have to punish you,” he said sternly.
“No! You aren’t the boss of me!” I screamed and kicked his leg as hard as I could underneath the table.
Robert didn’t even flinch as my foot hit his leg, but it had to have hurt him. The only reason I could tell he was angry was because there was a vein on the top of his head that looked like it was going to bust out of his head.
“Alright, baby girl, the asparagus can wait, but that bottom of yours can’t. Come over here,” he said, pushing his chair back.
I froze. I hadn’t meant for this to happen! I hated asparagus, but I didn’t want a spanking! What if he was harder on me tonight than he had been before? I couldn’t take much more than what he had given me last time.
“I’m waiting, Juliana.”
I looked up at him and he had a very stony expression on his face. Crap! He’s pissed!
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