by Maren Smith
Blake glided his fingers from her vagina to trail lower to that small, hidden entrance between her buttocks. When she gasped and tried to close her legs, his body blocked her automatic movement. Circling that tight entrance, Blake claimed possession of her body. “There is no part of you that will be off-limits. Wherever I wish to touch, your body will open to me.” His finger coated with her slick juices pressed inside.
No one had ever touched her there. Forbidden desire lanced through her body, raising her pulse once again. He wouldn’t want to take me there? Would he? Samantha bit her lower lip as she tried to stifle her sounds of arousal. Surely this shouldn’t turn her on?
“Let me hear you, Little girl. Don’t hide anything from your Daddy,” he commanded. When she nodded and allowed her lips to part, Blake added, “Daddy knows your secrets.” When she wailed in reaction, Blake’s low chuckle rolled over her body as his finger invaded her fully. Samantha sighed in relief when that thick digit slid slowly from her body.
His hands spanned the top of her thighs, holding them wide apart. Blake rose smoothly to his feet. “Stay just like this, Little girl. I want to protect you.” When she nodded without understanding the message behind his words, Blake walked along the side of the bed, trailing his fingers over her body. Dropping a hard kiss on her lips, he opened the nightstand drawer to withdraw a small packet.
Samantha’s eyes fixed on the powerful hands as he tore the packet open. Unable to look away from his thick erection, Samantha watched him roll the condom over his shaft. A thread of doubt wove through her mind. Will he fit?
As if sensing her nervousness, Blake’s hand stroked over his penis. “Don’t worry, Little girl. Daddy will always take care of you. Will you trust me?”
“Yes,” she whispered. His smile lit a glow inside her. She wanted to make them proud of her.
His body stalked to the end of the bed, and he dropped effortlessly to his knees. Blake pulled her further off the edge of the bed, so her hips balanced precariously. Samantha froze in place as he shifted closer to press the broad head of his erection against her entrance. Slowly, he glided forward, forging the path inside her.
Samantha fought to their hands in place. She begged, “Please! I need to touch you!” When he nodded, Samantha reached forward to touch his broad chest. Her fingers were eager to explore his body once again.
Blake’s hands tightened on the top of her thighs. She knew he battled to move slowly and give her time to adjust. Samantha tried to lift her hips, but he held her anchored in place. His warning glance reminded her that Daddy was in charge. She’d never been with a lover who put her needs in front of his. In awe, Samantha tried to memorize this moment.
When his hips met hers, they both groaned at the exquisite sensation. He filled her completely. Samantha couldn’t imagine this getting any better, but she wanted him to move. She bucked up slightly against him, trying to urge him on. Blake chuckled and withdrew. Each thrust forward came a bit quicker until she clung to him for support.
Samantha tried to wrap her legs around his waist, but Blake would have none of that. He simply lifted each thigh to drape her leg over his broad shoulders. He was in control, not her. That twisting grind at the end of each stroke fueled the sizzling heat between her legs. She could feel her orgasm lurking just out of her control. Samantha gyrated underneath him, unable to remain still.
There! Her eyes closed as an explosion of pleasure poured over her body. Her channel clamped desperately around his massive erection, earning a groan of pleasure from his lips. As the sensation faded, she peeked through her lashes. Seeing his face emblazoned with desire thawed a bit of the self-doubt that had been festering inside her. “You make me feel so good,” she whispered to the powerful man between her thighs.
“I’m never letting you go, Little girl. Come with me!” he demanded. His thrusts increased, lavishing pleasure on her body. She wrapped her hands around his forearms as he reached forward to caress her body. Anchoring herself on him as the sensations began to buffet her body again, Sami clung to him. With a sudden cry, she felt her body spasmed around him.
A guttural shout burst from his lips as he stilled between her legs. Then with several short grinding thrusts, Blake ensured that her pleasure extended as he joined her. Finally, he slumped over her body, supporting his weight on his forearms. Blake rested his forehead against Samantha’s as their raspy breath merged together.
When their heartbeats had slowed, Blake’s eyes opened to gaze into hers. “There’s no going back now.”
Chapter Four
Sitting quietly at the breakfast table, Samantha studied Blake’s form. She’d tried to run away after their amazing sex, but Blake had simply wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Feeling his heart beat against her, Samantha had relaxed in his embrace. Her desperate urge to potty interrupted their quiet recovery time a few minutes later. Chuckling at her red face as she revealed her need, Blake released her to allow her to scurry to the bathroom.
Upon her return, he dropped her discarded T-shirt over her head before taking her hand. When he led her into the kitchen, she followed him obediently. It just felt right to follow his directions and sit down at the table while he made breakfast.
Allowed only to observe, Sami used her time to study him. Dressed only in a pair of baggy basketball shorts, Blake’s body was the sight to behold. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of a scar just below his shoulder blade. She knew he had a dangerous job. That wound underlined the peril.
“Why are you a police officer?” she bluntly asked.
“It’s what I am. My dad was a cop and his dad before him. I think it runs in my DNA.” Blake turned from the stove, holding a hot skillet. He heaped scrambled eggs on her plate until she held up her hand in protest. He turned to dump the rest on his plate before dropping the skillet in the sink.
She watched in disbelief as Blake sat down at the table and began eating. There was no way that he could eat that much. As if reading her mind, Blake answered her, “I’m a big man, Little girl. It takes a lot to fuel my body. Eat.” He motioned to her plate.
Samantha picked up her fork and took a bite of the fluffy eggs. “These are good,” she said in surprise. Blake just laughed at her tone. Silence stretched between them before Samantha blurted, “I didn’t know Daddies really existed.” Then feeling her face heat, she explained, “I mean not a relative daddy, but a Daddy with a capital D. I’ve read a lot of books. I always figured people didn’t actually live like that. You know… with cribs and bottles? It’s fiction, right?”
“People live in age-play relationships. There are probably more than you realize. We’ll find some friends for you to play with, and you’ll have a chance to ask the Littles questions when you’re ready.” Blake reached out to caress her face. He smiled when she turned to press her cheek against his palm.
“I don’t think I’m ready for that,” she confessed.
“Okay.” Blake steered the conversation to more superficial topics.
Samantha found herself telling him everything from her favorite color, pink, to her childhood pet, Stinky. She was pleased to learn more about him, as well. He fascinated her. Open and willing to share, he was the direct opposite of so many people in her life.
When she had eaten all that she thought she should, Samantha pushed the plate away from her. She didn’t want to look like a hog. To her surprise, Blake filled his fork with eggs and lifted it to her lips. “Oh, I can’t eat anymore.”
“Five more bites for Daddy,” he directed. Keeping the conversation flowing smoothly, Blake continued to alternate feeding himself and then her until she had taken those required bites. “Can you eat any more?” he asked softly. “The truth, this time.”
Samantha slowly shook her head. “I’m full now.”
“Always tell me the truth, Sami. Would you like to know what rules I will require of you?” Blake asked before scooping another large bite of egg into his mouth.
“Rules?” she echoed.
> “Little girls need rules to follow. Otherwise, they might make poor choices.” Blake finished the eggs in one last bite. Standing to clear the plates out of their way, Blake grabbed a large tablet of paper and pen. At the top of the page, he wrote in big letters, “Sami’s Rules.”
Samantha stared at those black, block words. A shiver went down her spine. “What happens if I don’t follow those rules?”
“I could send a naughty Little girl to stand in the corner or to bed early. If you endanger yourself or our relationship, your punishment will be a spanking or more.”
“More?” she repeated.
“Yes. Your punishment will be in line with your offense.” Blake scooted back from the table and patted his lap. “Come sit on my lap, Sami.”
“I’m too heavy,” she protested.
Blake reached around her to grab the back of her chair. Using that as a handle, he pulled her easily to him. After scooping her out of her chair, he sat her on his lap. Blake wrapped his arms around her to hold her in place when she would have scrambled away. “You are not too heavy. I will hold you in my arms often.” He steadily held her gaze until she nodded. “Good girl. Rule number one, follow Daddy’s instructions. Rule number two, do not lie to Daddy. What else do we need to make a rule?”
“Do Daddies love their Little girls?” Sami whispered with her heart in her throat.
“Rule number three, Daddy and Sami will care for each other completely.”
Staring at the letters on the page, Samantha realized that he had committed them to a relationship that she’d never really had. Tears poured from her eyes. She never cried after Darrell had asked her for divorce, refusing to let him see that she was upset. Now wrapped in this amazing man’s arms, she felt safe.
Blake didn’t ask questions. He held her close and rocked her body from side to side. Talking to her quietly, he reassured her about happy he was to find her and how idiotic her ex-husband had been. He also informed her he would never, ever, have an affair. “I’m not looking for a meaningless relationship. I found you, Little girl. I don’t plan on ever letting you go. I think we need to change rule number two.” He crossed out the first thing on his list. Above it, he wrote, “Daddy and Sami will always be honest with each other.”
Wiping the tears from her cheeks with balled-up fists, Samantha whispered, “Thank you.”
“Thank you, Sami, for coming into my life.” Blake leaned forward and kissed her, not with the passion that had filled his kisses earlier. This kiss held promise and hope in its gentle caress. When he lifted his head, Blake pressed one more kiss to the tip of her nose as if he couldn’t get enough of her sweetness. “I have something special to show you. Will you come with me?”
Samantha nodded eagerly. She clutched his shoulders when Blake effortlessly lifted her off his lap to stand by the chair. Backing up so he could move, Samantha accepted his hand when he offered it. With a wide grin, Blake tugged her down the hall to a closed door.
“I put this room together when I first moved in. I was sure that I would find my Little girl quickly and wanted to be ready for her. I never would’ve guessed that she would have to find me,” Blake said before opening the door. He stepped back to let her enter first.
Walking into the sunlit filled room, Samantha’s gaze jumped from place to place. Overwhelmed, she had no idea where to focus first. Blake’s warm hand on her low back grounded her. She took a deep breath and let it out. Turning to look at him, she asked, “It’s a nursery?”
“Yes, Little girl.”
She turned to look over his shoulder at the entrance before rotating to look at the entire room. The walls were painted a pale yellow. Here and there, a striped tiger stuffie frolicked and played. She loved him on sight. Orange with black stripes, he had a long tail and whiskers. Pointing out one illustration, Samantha asked, “Who’s that?”
“It’s very sad. He’s played in here for a long time with no one here to give him a name,” Blake shared.
“Everyone needs a name!”
“Perhaps you can think of a name for him.”
Nodding, Samantha turned her attention to other things in the room. She pointed at a large bed with railings around it. “Is that a crib? It’s too big for a baby.”
“It’s made for an extraordinary baby—an adult Little girl.”
She clapped a hand over her mouth. It wasn’t that she was totally shocked; she just barely kept herself from asking if it was hers. Blake would find someone much more suited to be his Little. He was very nice and maybe a bit attracted to her, but this wasn’t the room for someone temporary.
“Would you like to lie down in the crib?” Blake softly suggested. The hand low on her back urged her forward.
Stiffening her legs, Samantha resisted. It wasn’t fair to whoever this room would be suited for as their forever home. “I don’t want to take over someone else’s bed. I wouldn’t like an imposter lying in my place.”
Blake stepped in front of her. Tilting her chin up with an unyielding hand, he looked her squarely in the eyes. “Little girl, remember rule number two? Daddy and Sami will be honest with each other. You are not an imposter.”
“Really? You want this to be my room?” Her voice squeaked with incredulity.
“I want this to be my Little girl’s room. I’m surer than I’ve ever been that you are the one I’ve been searching for and dreaming about for years. Now, let’s try this again. Would you like to jump up in the crib?” he asked with a gentle smile.
Her head nodded before Samantha realized what she was doing. Her heart made the leap of faith that her self-protective mind resisted automatically. This time she allowed him to guide her to the railing protecting the crib. She watched him trigger a lever at the base of one corner post.
As the railing lowered, Samantha leaned in to touch the beautiful, buttercup-yellow quilt that covered the mattress. A faint puff of dust rose from the soft fabric. She looked back at Blake. No one had slept in this bed for a very long time.
“Let me take that dusty thing off. I’ll throw it in the washer today.” Blake carefully folded the quilt to avoid spreading the accumulated dirt on the pristine sheet below. He dropped it out of the way and sneezed when a cloud rose from it. Covering her face to muffle her giggles, Samantha convulsed into full laughter when Blake wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body against his.
“Beware! I am the dust monster!”
“Daddy, don’t get me dirty!” she protested, pushing away, and then squeaked as his arms tightened around her once again.
“Say it again!” he urged as he set her away from his body to peer into her eyes.
“What did I say?” Samantha said in confusion. She said something wrong? She replayed her sentence in her mind and realized what he wished her to repeat. “Daddy?”
Blake wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her feet from the carpet. Twirling in a tight circle, he laughed. He sounded so happy that Samantha joined in his celebration. When she was utterly dizzy, he lifted her to set her bottom down on the crib’s mattress. Blake leaned in to capture her lips in a triumphant kiss. His mouth dominated hers, making her clutch at the sleeves of his T-shirt for stability.
When he raised his head, his expression was joyous “Thank you, Little girl. I’m so glad our paths crossed.”
With a blare, the phone in his pocket exploded with noise. Blake pressed one last quick kiss on her lips before standing and answering the phone. “Adams, here.” His voice changed instantly into a stark, professional tone. “I will be there in ten minutes. Establish a perimeter.”
“I’m sorry, Sami. I have to go. You’re welcome to stay here and explore the nursery.”
“Go. I’ll go back to my apartment and start unpacking boxes.” Samantha looked around the room. She would have loved to play here for a while and ignored the work that waited for her next door. As she scooted toward the edge of the mattress to slide off, Blake lifted her easily with a hand on each side of her waist.
“Your keys are on a rack at my back door. I locked up for you after you fell asleep. No running away, Little girl! We made so much progress. Take the list of rules on the kitchen table with you. I want you to unpack your art supplies first and make two signs of the rules—one for your side of the duplex and one for mine. Leave space at the bottom,” he commanded.
“For more rules?” She spoke before thinking.
“For whatever we need.” Blake turned around and gave her a sharp smack on the bottom that made her jump forward with a yelp. As she glared and rubbed her bottom, he leaned over to pick up the dusty quilt, ignoring her reaction. Pacing forward, Blake swept her into the hallway where he stopped for a moment to kiss her one last time.
Samantha continued into the kitchen where she looked on the rack for her keys. She considered the piece of paper on the table. Debating, she almost decided to leave it where it was, but her bottom still smarted slightly. She snatched up the paper and took it with her. How bad could it be if she lost it in the jumble of boxes?
Chapter Five
Blowing her bangs off her forehead, Samantha looked around in triumph. There were still numerous boxes to unpack, but at least she had everything in the right room now. Her bed was made, and she had dishes and her coffeepot in the kitchen. Things were looking up.
She glanced out the large front window for the hundredth time. Blake hadn’t returned yet. Looking at the clock she’d just hung on the wall, Samantha tried to keep herself from worrying. He’d been gone for ten hours. How long of a shift did he have to work?
After jumping in the shower, Samantha grabbed her keys and headed out the door. A trip to the grocery store was next on her list. Blake’s side of the driveway remained empty. He’s a grown man. He doesn’t need his next-door neighbor to worry about him.
When she returned and unpacked all the groceries, Blake was still away. Exhausted after unpacking all day long, all Samantha wanted to do was go to bed, but she couldn’t—without knowing if he was okay. She picked up the key ring with her new apartment key on it. She loved the declaration that hung from the ring. It was a pink sparkly unicorn. This morning she noticed an extra key. She had a hunch about what door it opened.
