Mommy's Landlord

by S. E. Law

  I shake my head.

  “Nope, I’m as healthy as a horse.”

  She stares at me with confusion.

  “Are you looking for someone to take dictation? To clean your house?”

  I shake my head again.

  “Nope, I’m not looking for a secretary nor a maid either. I would have said that if that’s what I was looking for.”

  Katie blows out a huff of air then, and stares at me with bafflement in her eyes.

  “So what can I do for you, Mr. Carlton? What are you specifically looking for?”

  I take a moment to pause. I need to phrase this in a delicate manner so that her sensibilities aren’t offended, and so that she doesn’t run screaming out of here.

  “Well, I’m looking for a play companion,” I begin. “Specifically, a pretty female play companion.”

  She stares at me hard.

  “Are you looking for a girlfriend?” she manages in a stammer.

  I laugh like she’s just turned into Jerry Seinfeld.

  “No, I’m not. Not precisely, that is. I’m looking for a woman with whom I can have fun, but I have very particular ideas when it comes to the type of fun.”

  “Such as …?” she asks, still staring at me. By now, Katie’s perched on the edge of the sofa, as if she’s ready to flee.

  “Well, I’m looking for a woman to participate in the DD / lg lifestyle,” I say casually. “Have you heard of it? I think you could be a great fit.”

  She stares at me while slowly shaking her head.

  “I’m sorry, I haven’t. Is this some sort of weird bondage thing?”

  I snort, which startles her.

  “I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to sound dismissive. All I meant is that DD / lg stands for “Daddy Dom / little girl.” So the word “dom” is technically in the name of this type of roleplay, but it’s not about dungeons and whips and whatnot. Instead, in this kind of roleplay, there’s a commanding father figure who takes care of his little girl. Would you like to be taken care of, Katie?”

  She inhales sharply as those beautiful breasts tremble, and victory unspools in my chest. Because somehow, I already know that Katie is going to say yes, and I can’t wait.

  8

  Katie

  What in the world is he talking about?

  “I’m sorry?” I ask, even as my heart pounds. “What is DD / lg play exactly?”

  He leans back in his chair, looking very suave and confident.

  “Again, it’s where an older man takes care of a young lady.”

  I shake my head.

  “So like a sugar baby.”

  He quirks an eyebrow.

  “No, not a sugar baby. Well, sort of, yes. While you’re with me, Katie, all of your financial needs will be taken care of. Your mom will be able to stay in her apartment, and I could even give her a break on the rent, if you like. Plus, I don’t mind offering a small stipend for your personal benefit each month.”

  She stares at me before swallowing. I watch the graceful motion of her throat as her breasts tremble, and my hardness begins to grow. This woman is so delightful that it’s difficult to keep from touching her, although I know any caresses would be premature at this point.

  “So it’s a specific type of sugar baby,” she says.

  “Yes,” I nod. “I’m looking for a woman who likes roleplaying as a little girl. We’re not going to be completely off the reservation, but I would like you to do little girl things.”

  She stares at me again, her blue eyes impossible to read.

  “Such as?”

  I nod.

  “Such as dressing appropriately. I like my girls to wear baby doll dresses, preferably decorated with ribbons, lace and flowers. I like bobby socks and patent Mary Janes, and I like pigtails too. Your hair would look stunning in pigtails, Katie.”

  I swallow hard again. I haven’t had pigtails since I was five, so this is definitely difficult to believe.

  “What else?” I ask.

  He shrugs like it’s no big deal.

  “I like my girls to do little girl activities, like playing board games, building gingerbread houses, and maybe even a bit of arts and crafts. I like coloring and keep a huge stash of coloring books and crayons.”

  Okay, this is really weird, but at the same time, I haven’t heard anything that would be a dealbreaker. It’s strange, but it’s not criminal, nor is it scary. It’s just doing the things that I used to do when I was five years old.

  “And what else?” I ask slowly.

  “There isn’t much else,” Xavier replies. “Oh wait, there is. I like to explore my little girls.”

  “Explore?” I echo.

  “I like to get to know my little girls in bed, Katie. Do you think you could handle that?”

  My eyes take in that handsome form, sitting carelessly on the sofa. My gaze trails down and I gasp because suddenly, I see something that I hadn’t noticed before. Xavier Carlton is very aroused, and his bulge is absolutely enormous. He’s so enormous, in fact, that the snake wraps around his waist with need. The billionaire wants me, and to my shock, I want to give it to him.

  9

  Katie

  “So how will this work?” I ask. “If I agree, I mean.”

  He nods his head as if he’s pleased.

  “Very good question. Well, I think we can settle on a situation that works for us both. For example, you can continue to work as a home health aide during the day, and come and work for me at night. As I mentioned, I’m also more than happy to provide a stipend so that you’re able to leave that job if you like. It’s your choice.”

  “And?” I ask. “That can’t be all of your requirements, Mr. Carlton.”

  He nods again, his enormous form absolutely still even as the air crackles with electricity between us.

  “You’re right, because I’d like you to come over every day for a bit of roleplay,” he says simply. “I’m a man with needs, and I enjoy taking care of my little girl. How can I make sure she’s okay if I don’t see her every day? As a result, I’d like you to make yourself available for a few hours each evening. You could eat dinner here, and then we’d begin our fun after that.”

  I nod.

  “And how much would the stipend be? How long would this last?”

  I’m pretending to be a harsh negotiator, but Xavier shrugs like it’s no big deal.

  “For as long as we both feel comfortable. I think you’ll really enjoy the arrangement, in fact. Most women do. My past little girls have begged to stay sometimes.”

  I bite my lip and shake my head.

  “No, that’s too uncertain. We need to put a deadline on this.”

  He nods thoughtfully while steepling his fingers. Of course, Xavier Carlton looks like he’s totally in control of his emotions, but I know better because of the huge tent at his crotch. He wants something from me desperately, and is willing to offer quite a bit to get it.

  “How about ten thousand a month?” he says. “For three months? Would that cover your salary as a home health aide?”

  Clearly, Xavier has never used a home health aide before because that’s three times what I currently make. But I force myself to look him straight in the eye.

  “Make it twenty thousand per month for two months, and you have yourself a deal.”

  He throws his head back in another dazzling display of male beauty, and suddenly, I know I’ve been caught. Twenty thousand a month is probably nothing to a man like this. But he catches me off guard then.

  “Sure, baby girl. But there’s one more thing.”

  I eye him warily.

  “What is it?”

  He grins like a wolf stalking its prey.

  “You start tonight. Are you ready, Katie? Because frankly, I can’t wait any longer.”

  With that, my new life unfolds as my heart rate accelerates and I become the plaything of Xavier Carlton.

  10

  Xavier

  She’s so lush that I’ve been having trouble
controlling my bodily reactions. Katie is just so beautiful, and even though she’s not dressed up like a little girl, I still find myself insanely attracted to her womanly heat.

  “We’re going to start tonight?” she asks in a semi-choked voice.

  “Tonight,” I say firmly. “Or the deal’s off.”

  I half-expect the beautiful blonde to argue with me a bit because she’s shown herself to be a good negotiator. But to my surprise, Katie nods and takes a deep breath.

  “Then we have a deal. Are we going to sign a contract?”

  I shrug.

  “No need. I’ll write you a check right now for the full amount if you like, but some things I don’t like to put on paper. You’re just going to have to trust me on this one, for obvious reasons.”

  After all, I don’t really want our agreement memorialized because it’s strange. No one needs to know that a powerful CEO engages in naughty play the way I do. I half-expect Katie to protest again, but again, she nods.

  “Yes, I understand,” she says in a dulcet voice. “This is the kind of thing that you don’t want written down. For you, or for me.”

  I pause for a moment. This woman is truly intelligent because she knows how to protect herself as well, and I respect her for that. But before I can speak, she takes the reins.

  “So how do we start?” she asks in a low voice. “I’m at your disposal, Mr. Carlton.”

  I laugh again, although the bulge at my crotch is now so painful that it’s screaming for relief.

  “Well, sweetheart, why don’t I show you to your bedroom? Come along,” I say, gently taking her hand. She gets up, wearing those ridiculously high heels, and I love the fact that she leans into me just a bit for balance. Then I lead her down a long hallway to a door that’s shut at the very end.

  “Here it is,” I say, opening it. It’s a girl’s bedroom, done up with white wicker furniture, a unicorn comforter, and pink drapes. There’s a dollhouse in the corner, along with a large rug in the shape of a cloud on the floor. “This is your room while you’re here. I think you’ll find it entertaining and comfortable. Why don’t you go ahead and get changed into something nice, honey? There are a couple dresses in the closet that I think will fit you well.”

  With that, I usher her into the bedroom, and close the door behind her. Katie’s expression was one of shock, but there was also anticipation in her look. Her color was high, and her pink lips trembled entrancingly. I can’t wait to taste them, and to claim this beautiful little girl all for myself.

  11

  Katie

  I step into the dining room, where Xavier sits at the head of the table.

  “Hi Daddy,” I say. “Are we having dinner?”

  He looks up from the paper, and his blue eyes flare with arousal. I know why, too. It’s because I’ve changed into an outfit that clearly appeals to his tastes. I’m wearing a white baby doll dress with purple flowers scattered on it. It stops mid-thigh and has a wide lace collar with lots of ruffles. I also put on white bobby socks, making sure to fold them down so that the lace hits at my ankles, and paired them with black patent Mary Janes I found in a shoebox in the closet.

  “You look beautiful, Katie,” Mr. Carlton rumbles. “Come join me.”

  I bow my head and then skip forwards to seat myself at his right.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  His color is heightened, and his breathing is slightly rapid. But otherwise, the CEO looks totally in control. He sits like a king in his throne, completely at ease, even though I know he’s just as aroused as I am.

  Because I’m incredibly drawn to this man. Even though it felt a little strange as I was putting on the dress and putting up my hair into two pigtails, I was also titillated by the roleplay. I wanted to see how Xavier would react, and clearly, his heightened complexion and the too-steady tone of his voice indicates that he wants me bad.

  Suddenly, a matronly woman enters with two steaming plates.

  “Your dinner, Mr. Carlton,” she says before putting them down in front of us. “Can I offer you some wine?”

  “Wine for me, but only milk for my guest. Thank you, Edna,” he rumbles in a low tone. She nods before coming back and with a glass of wine for Mr. Carlton, and a cold glass of milk for me. I murmur my thanks, and then Edna disappears after shutting the door firmly behind her.

  “Drink your milk, Katie,” Xavier chides. “I like my little girls to have lots of energy, and the calcium is good for you.”

  “Yes Daddy,” I say obediently. Then I turn to stare swiftly at him. “Should I be calling you Daddy?”

  He nods, while picking up a fork.

  “Yes, baby. Feel free to call me Daddy. Now eat your dinner like a good girl.”

  We eat, but then I get inspired.

  “Ugh, I don’t like carrots! No carrots for me tonight!”

  Xavier frowns at me while putting down his utensils.

  “Katie, we always eat our carrots. If you don’t eat your carrots, then you know Daddy will have to discipline you.”

  “Discipline me?”

  He nods and frowns again.

  “I don’t want to have to discipline you during your first night here. So why don’t you eat your carrots, and Daddy will give you a lollipop as a reward. Would you like that?”

  I pretend to think before nodding happily.

  “I would love that!” I cry out joyously while spearing the carrots with my fork. The truth is that I adore carrots. I’ve always been a girl who enjoys veggies, but this role play has been fun, I must admit. It’s nice to pretend I’m someone else for a change.

  We finish our dinner and I look at him hopefully.

  “Do you have that lollipop for me, Mr. Carlton? I ate all of my carrots.”

  He nods.

  “I do, indeed, Katie. Why don’t we go to your room, and I’ll give it to you there?”

  I nod.

  “Sure thing!” I jump up from my seat and grab Xavier’s hand like an excited child, pulling him down the hallway to my new room. Once we’re inside, I shut the door and twirl around on the carpet with my arms spread out.

  “Wheee!” I squeal. “It’s so fun to pretend I’m a top! Do you want to pretend you’re a spinning top too?”

  Xavier chuckles and looks at me with adoration.

  “No, Katie. But what about that lollipop? Don’t you want it now?”

  I gasp and nod furiously, my eyes sparkling.

  “Oh yes, please! I do want my lollipop!”

  Like a magician, Xavier produces a red lollipop from his suit pocket, holding it before me. But when I reach to take it, Xavier pulls it away at the last moment.

  “No honey. Daddy’s going to show you how to eat a lollipop like big girls do. Are you ready for that? Are you ready to learn how to be a big girl?”

  I nod.

  “Yes, I am.”

  He nods with satisfaction.

  “Good. Then hop onto the bed, honey, and lie back. Daddy will show you how this is done.”

  Oh my gosh, are we about to get dirty? Suddenly, I can’t wait.

  12

  Xavier

  This is a dream come true. Katie’s taken to being a little girl like a duck to water, and she’s playing along with enthusiasm, verve, and quite a bit of sensuousness too. Because I don’t think she realizes how tantalizing she looks as she settles herself on the bed.

  “Should I lean back?” she asks innocently.

  “Yes honey,” I growl. “Lean back and spread your legs for me.”

  She giggles.

  “Oooh, are we playing doctor?”

  I shake my head.

  “No, honey. I’m showing you how big girls eat lollipops remember?”

  She nods and then spreads her legs a bit.

  “Wider,” I instruct. “Even more.”

  Finally, Katie’s got her legs spread just the way I like them, and slowly, I lift the hem of her frilly baby doll dress up to reveal innocent white cotton panties. They’re modestly cut and not rev
ealing at all, except that there’s a small splotch of wetness right where it counts. Good. My little girl is enjoying our time together, and that’s important to me.

  She looks at me with trusting eyes as I gently run my finger over her damp center.

  “Ooooh,” she sighs. “That feels yummy.”

  I smile, my shaft hard.

  “It’ll feel even more yummy in an instant, honey.”

  With that, I lift her panties to the side and away, baring her pink slit to my eyes. Katie is gleaming and wet already, swollen with need. As a I watch, a small bead forms at her hole and trails lightly down her lips. I can’t resist. I have to have it. Leaning forward, I swipe my tongue over her wetness, catching that bead with my tongue and swallowing her sweetness.

  “Ohhh!” she cries, tossing her head back as her eyes close. “That feels amazing.”

  I growl.

  “Good, little girl, because there’s more coming.”

  I settle myself between her thighs and begin swiping my tongue over her pulsing folds again and again. This girl tastes like sheer heaven mixed with a huge dose of cotton candy. Her nub is ripe and hard, and playfully, I twirl around it with my tongue.

  “Ohhhh Daddy!” she cries out, cupping her breasts with her hands. “Yes, that feels good.”

  I grin.

  “It’s going to feel even better in a second, honey, because remember how I told you that I’m going to show you how a big girl eats lollipops?”

  Her eyes open a bit and they’re dazed with need and arousal.

  “Yes. What should I do?”

  I chuckle.

  “You don’t need to do anything, Katie,” I growl while removing the lollipop from my pocket. I remove the crinkly wrapper and throw it on the ground, revealing the shiny red circle of the candy. “Oh wait. I think it’d be better if you took a few licks of this first,” I say, handing the candy to her.