Finally, Nico saw Cara was reaching the end of her rope. He extricated them from his grandparents’ loving interference by saying Cara needed to go shopping for clothes and things. His girl looked overwhelmed, grateful, and relieved as they walked out of the house and climbed into Nico’s SUV.
“Your grandparents are quite strong-willed, aren’t they?” she asked.
“Oh, yeah. It’s that strength of character that brought them from Italy to Texas after World War Two. It also helped them start a motorcycle club and two businesses, as well as raise not only four sons, but also six grandsons. Without their strength, the Kinky Saints MC would not exist, and we boys would probably be in jail, or worse, instead of practicing the successful careers we have.”
“You said six grandsons. Nicodemis, Victor, Theophilus, Lazarus, and Maximus is only five.”
“Zenobius, or Zeno as we call him, is currently overseas with his job,” Nico answered with a grin.
“Well, I can see why you prefer the shortened versions of your names,” Cara said.
“Yeah, our parents didn’t do us any favors naming us after Italian saints. But Nonna tries to keep us on the straight and narrow.”
“So where did the Kinky Saints name come from?”
“My grandfather’s English was nonexistent when he came to America, so when his best friend joked about how Kinky Santi sounded like a good name for the club, he agreed, only used the English version of Santi, which is Saint. And, according to my grandmother, he and all the other men who started the club lived up to the name.”
Cara giggled. “And now his grandsons carry on the tradition? Rescuing women and having their kinky ways with them?”
Nico only smiled and winked in response, though he knew he and his cousins lived up to the club’s name, even though they would never share that bit of information with their grandparents.
Nico wasn’t sure whether or not their next stop would cause another argument after all she’d gone through with his grandparents, but she needed clothes and shoes and stuff, and he was in a position to provide them. Though his grandfather had given him one of the club’s credit cards to use, Nico knew he would be paying for anything she needed. He would wait until later to tell Nonno he refused to use club funds to provide for his woman.
“Where are we going?” Cara asked as he drove out of the compound and turned toward Highway I-35, which ran down the center of Texas.
“We’re going shopping. You need clothes and shoes and whatever other things a woman needs.”
“But,” Cara started before Nico cut her off.
“No argument. I’m taking my girl shopping. And while we’re out, we can talk about what it means to me to be your Daddy, and decide what age you want to be. We’ll also talk about a job opening I have at the rescue.”
“You have a job opening?”
Nico nodded and smiled. “It’s with the rescue side of the business. It doesn’t pay a lot, but since you’ll be living with me, you won’t have to worry about room and board.”
“You want me to live with you?”
“Yes, Little girl, I want you to live with me, sleep in my bed every night, go to work with me every morning, and let me take care of you all the time,” Nico said with a smile. “Now, I know we haven’t known each other very long, so you can take all the time you need to decide if being my Little girl, living with me, and working with me is something you’d like to do long-term.”
Cara didn’t answer, and when Nico looked over, she was staring at the side window so he couldn’t read her expression. He returned his attention to driving, hoping that she would agree to all he had been dreaming about over the years. In his heart, he knew she would be the perfect Little girl for him. All she had to do was agree.
She didn’t speak until they reached the shopping center and he parked in the middle of the lot. There were a wide variety of stores to choose from, and he knew they would be able to find everything she needed. The trick would be to convince her to accept.
“Cara? Ready to go shopping, sweetheart?” he asked when she remained silent and turned to the window even after he parked. She looked at him, her expression was determined but hesitant. “What’s wrong?”
When she blinked and a tear rolled over her lower lid and down her cheek, his heart hurt. He reached out, wanting to pull her closer, but she shifted so she was leaning against the door behind her.
She blinked and two more tears trailed down her face. She took a deep breath as she wiped them away. Dropping her hands into her lap, she squared her shoulders as she looked him in the eye. “I want to be your Little girl, but I don’t want to be a baby. I want to be your submissive, your princess, but not a diaper-wearing baby who sleeps in a crib, sits in a highchair, and drinks from a bottle. There are days when a sippy cup might be a good thing because I’m clumsy sometimes, but I can’t see myself in diapers.”
She went silent for a moment, turning to look out the front glass before she said, “I’ll understand if you don’t want me anymore because I can’t be what you want. If you could take me…well, I guess I can get out and walk from here.”
Nico reached over and grabbed her arm. Where did she think she was going? Her home had been destroyed, her job was gone, and she had no access to whatever money she might have. She also had not given him a chance to respond.
“You’re not going anywhere yet. While I want to be your Daddy, and I want to take care of you, I agree that your being a total-care baby won’t work in our situation. But do you think you could be a little girl who calls me Daddy and is willing to let me make decisions and take care of you? A little girl who, when we’re home alone, will wear ruffled panties with a cute crop top and nothing else as she dances for her Daddy? A little girl who wears a bright purple helmet with her property cut when she rides on the back of Daddy’s motorcycle? Could you see yourself as that kind of little girl?”
Cara appeared deep in thought for a moment before she asked, “Can my helmet have sparkles? And a unicorn sticker on it?”
Nico felt the knot around his heart loosen and smiled indulgently. “Yes, Cara, your helmet can have sparkles and a unicorn sticker.”
“Do you think we can find me purple motorcycle boots, too?” she asked, obviously getting into the spirit of being a Little girl.
“Anything my girl wants,” Nico said, trying not to let the internal wince show. While his cousins each had their own kinks, he could only hope they wouldn’t give his woman any shit about wearing a sparkly purple unicorn helmet with motorcycle boots to match when the club rolled out for the poker runs or other charity rides they took part in. “Today we need to focus on buying you the basics. Clothes, toiletries, and maybe some Little girl shirts and toys if we see something you like.”
* * * *
Cara sighed with relief as she nodded her agreement. Knowing her Daddy wouldn’t put her in diapers, or demand she eat from a bottle or sleep away from him went a long way to easing the fears that had been building up since she’d woken that morning. Her always-busy mind had been doubly so as she realized she didn’t want to be a newborn Little girl.
She wanted to be old enough to care for herself in some ways, but also dependent upon her Daddy to take care of her in others. Voicing her opinion was one of the hardest things she had ever done. The fact that Nico not only had listened, but also hadn’t let her run away when she’d tried made her feel that maybe things would be all right between them.
That lasted until they started shopping and Nico pulled her into the more expensive clothing shops instead of the thrift store across the street like she had wanted. They were in the third store, having already spent way more than Cara felt comfortable with, when she tried to put her foot down and learned that while Nico was determined to spoil her, he could also be a very strict Daddy.
Never having enjoyed shopping, Cara had never had an extensive wardrobe. As long as she had a couple of pairs of dress slacks or skirts, two pair of jeans, and a couple of nice blouses, she was g
ood to go. Until now, she had always kept her wardrobe small enough to fit in a single carry-on suitcase. But Nico had already carried a half-dozen bags to the SUV, full of everything from jeans and T-shirts to skirts and dresses. He had already promised to do some online shopping for more Little-appropriate clothing. Finally, Cara had had enough.
“Stop, please. Enough, Nico. I don’t need anything else. I just need a couple of pairs of jeans and some T-shirts to work at the rescue center, don’t I?”
As soon as the words were out, she gasped, realizing how loud her words had come out. At least she had called Nico by name, and not Daddy as he was encouraging her to do.
Nico didn’t say a word, but grabbed several things off a discount rack. He wrapped his free hand around her arm, then headed to the back of the store where the changing rooms were located. Cara watched him as they walked, but his expression had gone strangely blank. She couldn’t tell how angry her outburst had made him.
After hanging the clothes on the return rack, Nico pulled her along behind him past the changing rooms and into the employees-only area beyond. By the time he looked around to confirm they were alone, Cara was growing frightened and not sure how to calm the man down.
“Nico?”
Nico turned to face her and laid heavy hands on her shoulders to hold her in place. Then he bent closer until they were nose to nose. “Who am I?” His words were soft and laced with a power that sent a shiver through Cara.
“Daddy,” she murmured.
“And who knows best for his Little girl?”
“Daddy does,” she said, blinking back tears. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Nico looked around the storage area and then pulled her behind a tall stack of boxes. “Drop your pants and panties to your ankles and bend over that table,” he said softly, pointing to a folding table in what appeared to be a break area. “You’ll have to be very quiet or someone will come back and find us.”
Fear raced through Cara as she undid her pants and pushed them and her panties to her ankles. She shuffled over to the table and lay across it. She began to tremble as she waited for whatever Nico was going to do to her.
“Daddy always knows what’s best for his Little girl,” Nico said, his tone softening slightly as he stepped up behind her. “I know you’re not used to someone else making decisions for you, but I’m your Daddy now. I will not allow such disrespect at any time, but especially when we are in public.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry,” Cara said softly.
“Lift your arms and hold the far edge of the table. Because this is your first spanking, and we’re liable to be caught, you’ll only receive five spanks, but they’re going to be hard and fast so you’ll remember.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Cara said before lifting her arms and wrapping her fingers around the table’s edge. She rolled her lips over her teeth to keep her mouth shut as she tried to relax in preparation for her first spanking.
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack.
Cara closed her eyes and fought down the scream that fought to escape. Fiery pain flashed through her ass from each site where Nico’s hand had come down hard on her ass. But, as promised, the last slap landed almost before she fully registered the first. Her clit pulsed as the heat and pain spread, and she arched her back when no more strikes fell.
“Breathe, sweetheart. It’s all over,” Nico said as he brushed a hand between her legs. She closed her eyes when she realized how wet she had become in the past few seconds. “You’re all wet. Did getting spanked turn you on, little one?”
She moaned softly when two fingers slid into her and twisted around.
“Oh, yeah, I can see you liked your spanking. I liked it, too,” Nico said. “I was going to wait until we were home and had plenty of time to play, but I can’t walk around like this, and I’m not sure you can either.”
Cara heard a zipper and then fabric rustling behind her. A moment later, Nico pushed her feet as far apart as her pants around her ankles would allow. His blunt-tipped cock then slid up the valley of her ass before he dragged it down over her back hole and slid it further between her legs and over her clit. After pulling back again, he slid into her cunt in one strong thrust, not stopping until his balls were pressed against her clit.
“Damn, feels good, sweetheart,” he whispered as he bent over and kissed on the side of her neck. “This is going to be fast and rough. You can come, but you cannot make a sound, remember?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Cara breathed, tightening her hold on the table as she arched her back.
Nico wrapped his hands around her hips and held her steady as he began to move. She tried to push back, but he held her still. Each thrust came faster and harder, the table inching across the cement every time he filled her. The spanking and the naughtiness of the situation had her arousal skyrocketing. In less than a minute and without any further stimulation, she found herself shoving a fist in her mouth to try and muffle her cries as her entire body jolted with her orgasm.
Three more thrusts and she felt Nico’s cock pulse deep inside her, bathing her channel with his seed. That flipped her body into a second convulsive orgasm that left her panting and boneless.
When Nico eased out, she remained where she was, unable to move. Shifting, she watched as he straightened his clothing before grabbing several paper napkins from a stack on the table and cleaning her up a bit. He then kissed each cheek of her ass before pulling up her panties and then her pants.
“Up, Little girl. We need to get moving,” he said as he pulled her up from the table before turning her, and pulling her to lean heavily against his chest. “We still have a lot to do today.”
Chapter Six
Nico knew this wouldn’t be the last time he would have to reprimand his Little girl, but he hoped in the future they would be in the privacy of their home where he could strip her naked and then make her stand in the corner while thinking about her naughty actions for a few minutes.
He smiled when her stomach grumbled, sounding loud in the silent storeroom.
After brushing a kiss on the top of her head, he said, “Now, all is forgiven. I think it’s time for some lunch and then we’ll see about some proper riding clothes. How does that sound to my little one?”
“Can we go home after that? I really don’t need any more clothes right now, Daddy.” Cara glanced up at him, looking penitent and hesitant, but hopeful.
Nico thought about it for a moment before relenting. They had bought enough clothes to last her a few days, and he could tell Cara was feeling overwhelmed by all that had happened in the past twenty-four hours. In the meantime, he would go online and see about buying her some Little clothes.
“Yes, then we’ll go home and lie down for a nap. Tomorrow morning will be soon enough to visit the rescue offices and talk about your new job, if you want it,” he said with a smile.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
They were headed back to the house, after placing an order at the motorcycle shop for Cara’s purple helmet and boots as well as a black leather vest with the club’s emblem and Property of Nico embroidered on the back, before Nico asked the question that had been niggling at the back of his mind all morning. “Cara, do you not like shopping?”
“Not really. I’ve never had the money for much shopping, especially since leaving my ex, but I never needed more than a few outfits. I try to buy things that mix and match with what I already own,” Cara replied softly.
“Well, we’ll have to see if we can get you more used to shopping in the future,” Nico said with a grin.
Cara shrugged in response but said nothing.
Once they arrived home, Nico carried the bags in and put them in their bedroom. “Why don’t you start unpacking and putting clothes away while I check in at the office,” Nico said.
“Ummm, Daddy? Where do you want me to put them?” Cara shifted, once again looking uncertain about her new place in his life.
Nico looked around the bedroom and realized his Little girl needed a dr
esser of her own. He would have to see about that, as well. Maybe they would go shopping for a whole matching bedroom suite since what he had currently was either castoffs he had picked up along the road of life, or pieces bought out of necessity at used furniture stores.
He picked up the bags and carried them to the room next door, where an empty dresser stood as the only furniture. This would be her room to do with what she wanted, within reason because every Little girl needed a space of her own. “For now, let’s put your things in here. The dresser should be empty, and once you’re more settled in, we can redecorate this room to be your own special space.”
Cara nodded and looked around nervously. “Do you think I could get a sewing machine, if I can find one on sale? Then I could make curtains and quilts and even stuffed toys for the dogs and cats you take care of.”
Nico blinked at her request and smiled at the quiet excitement he heard in her voice. “I’m sure we can talk about it. But right now, you need to unpack.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Cara answered as she opened up the first bag and began to pull clothes out.
* * * *
By the time she had finished de-tagging and folding her new clothes, Cara was exhausted. She heard Nico down the hall on the phone, sounding very official and stern. She didn’t want to bother him while he was working, so she went in the opposite direction, to his bedroom.
Toeing off her shoes, she stripped down to her bra and panties so her clothes wouldn’t wrinkle while she slept. After using the bathroom, she climbed into Nico’s big bed. She curled up in the middle of the bed, huddled under the covers, and pulled Nico’s pillow into her arms. Taking a deep breath of his scent, she relaxed further. Her last thought before sleep rolled her under its spell was that she hoped Nico wouldn’t mind that she had not waited for him to join her before taking her nap.
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