by Alice Everly
Chapter Thirteen
It took Brian a few days to finally secure another meeting with Mike Christopher at his house. He wasn’t sure if Mike was going to see him again, but he finally made it happen and found himself taking the same winding drive to the large stone house where he’d first met Lydia.
An older gentleman, likely a butler or assistant, showed him into the same room that he’d been in before. The dark furnishings and empirical design reminded him of something he would expect in an old castle and it all added to the eerie feeling in the house.
“I hope you aren’t dissatisfied. You didn’t come here to complain about Little Lydia did you?” Mike entered the room and held out his hand to shake and Brian obliged, “I can take her back in for some further training.”
“Oh no, she’s absolutely perfect, exactly what I was looking for.”
“I take it you want another Little then,” Mike said with a knowing smile, “It happens all the time, I have many repeat customers you know.”
“Do you happen to have another Little waiting right now?” Brian asked, “I really don’t want to wait too long.” Brian’s heart sped up, was it possible that Mike’s next offering would be underage?
Mike nodded, ”Yeah, I have another Little, but I’ve only had her for a week, she just isn’t as obedient as Little Lydia quite yet,” he said, “but you can put a deposit on her and pick her up in four weeks. If you want to see her I can go get her, but remember, she isn’t as obedient as Little Lydia.”
The last thing Brian expected to see walking back into the room with Mike was an almost identical replica of Lydia, except her hair was dark auburn instead of rich brown like Lydia’s. She had that same small petite stature that Lydia did and those same wide scared eyes that hit him in the gut.
“Little Alexis isn’t as obedient, so she won’t be able to stay down here very long, I just want you to get a chance to see how absolutely perfect she’ll be as your next Little,” Mike turned her around and lifted her at the waist bending her over so her bare bottom was exposed for Brian to inspect.
Alexis let out a high pitched piercing scream, and all it took for her to quiet down was a half dozen loud pops to her ass from Mike, “I warned you about behaving young lady,” he chastised, “you’ll definitely pay for that with the skin of your ass later.”
Brian saw the red raw skin of Alexis’ bare behind. It looked as if she’d spent the last week being constantly punished by the man.
What kinds of hell had Lydia truly been subjected to at the hands of this man? His heart was breaking for the young woman before him who sat so lonely and lost. He needed to do more for her, wanted to take her away from this madman, but right now he knew he needed to remain patient, he vowed to himself that he would save Alexis from this madman.
Alexis’ backside was marked with welts and bruises that were so severe Brian could barely stomach it. Thank God he’d saved Lydia from all this. Thank God she was safe at his home now, although he spanked her every so often it was nothing even close to the brutal beatings that it was clear Alexis went through and he had a feeling the same was done to Lydia based on the condition of her ass when he’d first met her.
Lydia had been lucky and he’d only seen a few faint scars on her bottom that likely came from her time in this house. He was certain Alexis though would carry plenty of scars based on the open wounds that were visible clearly across the swollen and reddened backside.
Brian seemed to look her over, as if deciding if he would purchase her as well. He checked her backside then searched her face. Her eyes were dark, almost black, her face red and tear stained from who knows how many hours of crying. His mind kept shifting to Lydia. Was she put through this hell too? Had she been like this when she’d first started living with Mike? Was this how Mike always trained the Littles, by breaking them?
Mike returned the girl to her room and Brian heard muffled screams just moments before the man returned to him.
“So, what do you think?” Mike took the chair across from Brian, “she needs some work. Definitely needs some work, but she’ll be just as obedient as Lydia when she’s done. I can guarantee that. Some girls take a lot more punishment to bend to my will, but they’ll all get to the same place in the end.”
“How old is this one?” Brian asked, his heart nearly stopped as he waited for the answer.
“She’s twenty, but she sure looks good for her age don’t you think?” Mike winked at Brian and he wanted to throw up, but had to force a smile.
“How much of a deposit do you need?”
Mike listed off a number and Brian said he’d get back to him about it. They chatted for a few more minutes and then he left to go home.
Brian drove to his house, concerned for Alexis. He knew he’d need to get more information from Lydia. Hopefully she could help him infiltrate and take down Mike Christopher’s twisted castle. Maybe after a few more sessions with the therapist, he thought as he pulled up into his driveway.
It was just past dark and Katie greeted him at the door.
“How was your day, honey,” Katie lifted on her toes to give him a kiss.
Brian had noticed a drastic change in Katie recently and he could only credit that change to Lydia. The two of them seemed to be getting closer since they’d been spending the days together. Lydia was just such a breath of fresh air. When he first brought her home he hadn’t realized that she’d just fit so perfectly into his life. He wasn’t sure what she was to him, all he knew was that he really liked knowing that he’d be coming home to her.
The fact that he hadn’t seen her since he’d been working so much over the previous week meant that not only had he been more stressed but he was worried Lydia was feeling neglected.
“Where’s Lydia?” He asked, looking around as he removed his jacket.
“Oh, she’s already in bed, we just played all day long today and she was just all worn out, poor thing,” Katie lied expertly.
Brian frowned, “It feels like I haven’t seen her in a week.”
“Oh you saw her just the other day, silly,” she laughed, pulling him further into the house, “she has just been getting into a schedule because it calms her when she has a routine and then there are no surprises from one day to the next, it makes her less anxious,” she said as if it was perfectly natural, and to Brian it seemed like a good idea, even though he missed her.
To Brian, even though Katie’s argument sounded logical, he had an uneasy feeling that nagged at him the rest of the evening and into the night. Around midnight he finally got up to check on Lydia.
He opened her door silently, looking in at her curled up on the bed. She seemed to be fine. He smiled as he saw her curled up on her side, clutching the doll to her chest.
God, he missed her. He went to her to pull the blanket more fully over her. She was wearing white footie pajamas with tiny yellow giraffes all over them. He kissed her on the forehead and when she sighed contentedly, he climbed in beside her on the bed, putting his arm around her.
Just for a moment, he thought, breathing in the sweet smell of her hair. She instinctively curled into him and he felt his heart beat clean out of his chest. He’d never felt this way with Katie, hell he’d never snuggled with any woman before Lydia.
He would have stayed there the rest of the night if not for the fact that Katie was sleeping in his bed. He knew he needed to figure out just what he wanted with Lydia and what she meant to him, and he needed to figure it out soon. Lydia had become something special to him, he knew that much, the Little woman had affected him in so many different ways.
Brian knew he couldn’t find another man to take Lydia into his home. He couldn’t search for a man who was looking for a Little in his life. Even the thought of her being with another man, calling another man Daddy, had his heart pounding.
He couldn’t send her away because he’d already put Lydia in his life, permanently. Maybe he hadn’t told her, but in his heart, he knew he couldn’t give her up. He couldn’t
live without her. Now he just needed to figure out what having Lydia in his life forever was going to look like because at that moment the only thing he knew for certain was that he loved her in a way he’d never loved anyone before and he would do anything to protect her. He wouldn’t give her up, couldn’t. He might not have known it at the time, but in that first moment that he’d seen her at Mike’s house, he’d known that he wanted nothing more in life that to have her as his own. Not necessarily as a Little, he had never imagined he’d even be drawn to such a lifestyle, but having Lydia, knowing her and loving her, he’d do anything to make her happy, even letting her remain Little for as long as she wanted.
Brian pressed his lips to her head again, praying that he was doing the right thing. He couldn’t let his emotions and his fierce desire to protect her to cloud his judgement. He needed to spend more time with her, he needed to find out what happened to her at Mike’s house. He had to know if it was grief or desire that had sent her into Mike’s arms. He had to know all of that, not only for his job, but because he needed to help Lydia defeat her demons, not only for her but for their future together.
Chapter Fourteen
Lydia’s eyes popped open when she heard Katie’s voice outside her bedroom door.
“What do you mean you don’t have to work today? You always work? You said you were working on helping figure out what happened to Lydia so she can go stay somewhere else.” Katie said, panic lacing each word.
“What does it matter to you Katie?” Lydia could tell that Daddy was growing impatient.
Lydia sat straight up in bed. Daddy? Was Daddy really there, right outside her bedroom door? She wanted to call out to him, but she worried she’d anger Katie.
“Well, she’s sleeping right now, why would you want to wake her when she’s sleeping? She’ll just be cranky. Let her wake up and get dressed and then you can see her.”
Lydia could hear the desperation in Katie’s voice. Of course she was desperate, she was afraid Daddy was going to find out what she’d been doing to her.
Lydia prayed Daddy wouldn’t listen to her, she prayed he would really stay home and not work and then he could see how bad Katie was to her and how much she’d been beating her over the past week. Daddy had been working late every single night, so just as Katie had told her friends, he’d never once saw Lydia’s bare bottom and so Katie had free reign to wield whatever tool she wanted.
“She hasn’t seen me in nearly a week Katie,” Daddy said evenly, “I think she’ll be okay waking up a little early to spend some time with me.”
“Fine,” Katie said tightly, “but don’t blame me when she’s in a bad mood all day.”
“She’ll be fine,” Daddy said and then Lydia saw the doorknob turning, “Good morning sweetheart,” his smile widened when he saw her awake.
“Daddy!” she threw off the blanket. She wanted to run to him, but she knew she had to be really careful because her legs still hurt from the spanking Katie had given her the night before. She slowly got out of bed and wrapped her arms around him.
“You’re moving slow this morning, still waking up I see,” he laughed, pulling her up into his arms so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
As he put his arm under her bottom to support her, she let out a piercing shriek and jumped out of arms, falling to the ground.
“What the hell…” he muttered.
Katie jumped in front of him, putting her hands on his chest, “she just needed a little spanking last night, she’ll be fine.”
“A little spanking?” his voice was tight and deadly low, “a little spanking doesn’t cause that kind of pain, not for Lydia.”
“Of course not for her,” Katie threw her hands in the air, “not for your Little princess, right?” she crossed her arms over her chest, standing between Lydia and Daddy, “your precious Little Lydia who can do no wrong, right?”
“What has gotten into you?” Daddy looked from Katie to Lydia and then back to Katie, “I thought you were getting along?”
“Everything’s fine,” Katie said, sweet as sin now, “let’s just go down to breakfast and Lydia can get dressed and come done in a few minutes,” her voice was soft as she moved to touch Daddy and pull him from the room.
“Lydia,” Daddy said, ignoring the hold Katie had on him. Lydia looked up at him, “Sweetie, I want you to unzip your pajamas and take them off so you can show me your backside,” he said it so softly, knowing it would be uncomfortable for her, but Lydia did as he asked because she knew it would at least prove to him what Katie had done to her.
“This is outrageous,” Katie said, her voice rising in hysterics, obviously well aware of what he would see when Lydia removed her pajamas, “why do you care so much about her? Why don’t you care about me and what she did to me?” she whined.
“Lydia, take your pajamas off. Now,” Daddy said firmly, ignoring Katie.
Lydia turned around and with trembling fingers she unzipped the pajamas. She let then fall to the floor, her fingers hooking in the waistband of her panties and lowering them as well.
The gasp she heard from Daddy sounded more like a growl, “Lydia, put a dress on, any dress you want. And you don’t need to put any panties on, it will feel better on your Little bottom,” he said to her gently.
He turned to Katie, “as for you…Out! Now!” he shouted, his eyes cold and hard as Katie stuttered and tried to explain why Lydia had needed such brutal punishments but he wasn’t listening as he led her from the room.
The bedroom door closed and Lydia went to the closet to find a dress. She wanted Daddy to be happy with her. She could hear him screaming at Katie in the hall, their voices just outside her bedroom door. She wanted to look pretty for Daddy so she picked the prettiest dress she had and quickly put it on. She even fixed her own hair in the bathroom.
Katie and Daddy were still fighting in the hall, screaming at each other when Lydia was done getting dressed.
She didn’t know what to do. Was she supposed to wait in her room for Daddy or go out and be with him? She knew she’d feel a whole lot better just being near Daddy, so she slowly opened the door.
As if he’d been expecting her to do just that, Daddy wrapped an arm around her and pulled her tightly to his side, protecting her. Lydia wrapped her arm around his waist, feeling like she was finally in the safest place in the world.
“I knew it,” Katie screeched, “you never wanted to be with me, all you wanted this whole time is to be with her. You had no intention of sending her away.”
“I never said I would send Lydia away,” Brain said in an even tone, a direct contrast to her screeching yells, “I intend to keep Lydia here with me as long as she want to stay here,” the little squeeze he gave her shoulders after saying that sent her heart fluttering, “now get out of my house before I arrest you for trespassing, assault, and battery.”
“I HATE YOU!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Katie turned to leave but decided to stop and turned back, “I wish I’d never seen that freak,” she pointed at Lydia, “If I ever see her again, I’ll make sure she pays!”
Daddy didn’t have to say anything, all he did was start walking toward her with death in his eyes and Katie turned tail and ran down the stairs and out the front door.
“We’ll have a locksmith change the locks this morning,” he promised, pulling her into him again, “I’m so sorry that I let her do that to you. I promised to protect you.”
Lydia curled into his side, her face burrowing in his shirt. Tears streamed down her face. She didn’t care about Katie doing that, she didn’t care at all anymore. Not now that she was gone. She was just so happy that Daddy was back with her.
“Does this mean I get to sleep in your bed with you again?” she asked, pressing her face against him.
He chuckled, “I want nothing more than to have you back in my bed,” he whispered a kiss across the top of her head and pulled her even closer.
That night she nearly giggled as she crawle
d into his bed. He’d been so good to her all day. He let her eat ice cream for breakfast and even took her on a walk around the neighborhood.
“Daddy,” she said as soon as he got into bed and turned out the lights.
“Yes Lydia,” he said.
“I’m so happy that I get to sleep with you again.”
“Me too,” he pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head.
“Daddy,” she said again.
“Yes?”
“Why do you always kiss me on my head or my cheek?” she shifted nervously, “you used to kiss Katie on her lips but you never kissed me on my lips.”
He was silent for a moment before speaking, his voice thick in the dark room, “Typically people don’t kiss on the lips like that unless they’re dating, like boyfriend and girlfriend,” he explained.
“Oh,” she said, “are you still Katie’s boyfriend?”
“No,” he pulled her tight once more, “I won’t be anyone’s boyfriend if they’re mean to my Little Lydia.” He brushed his lips across her forehead.
They were silent for a moment, “Daddy?” she asked again.
“Yes, Lydia,” he smiled.
“Do you think if I stopped calling you Daddy and started wearing grown-up clothes, do you think you’d want to date me,” she said then quickly added, “I mean, would I be a woman you’d want as a girlfriend.”
He sighed, hugging her tight, “Lydia,” he began, “I don’t want you to be anything but you. If you want to be Little you can be Little. If you want to call me Daddy then I don’t want you to call me anything else,” he explained, his voice firm in the dark, “I like you just the way you are, Lydia.”
“But not enough to be your girlfriend,” she whispered.
Oh dear lord, he was going to hell. He just knew it. There was no saving him now. The woman was driving him crazy and she had no idea. He flicked on the lamp, sitting up in the bed and pulling her up to sit before him.
