He felt her tense and knew what she was thinking.
“Not for sex. Although I want that almost more than I can tell you. But because I need to hold you in my arms. I want to make sure you can sleep without having to get into the closet. All right?”
She bit her lip, looking worried.
“What is it?” he asked, rubbing his thumb along her lower lip. “You can tell me anything, teeny. If you’ve got cramps, if you feel ill or unsure or horny. Anything at all, but especially that last one.”
He winked and she laughed.
“I sleep with Princess Nana and my snuggly,” she blurted out.
“Princess Nana? Your doll? That’s an interesting name.”
“I had an obsession with bananas when I was a kid.”
“You saw her?”
“This morning, you had your thumb in your mouth and you were holding onto Princess Nana and your blanket.”
“Oh God,” she groaned.
“You looked so cute. Sleeping with your blanket and toy isn’t a problem, Mari-girl. Although I am going to have one rule about sleep time.”
“What’s that?”
He moved his finger to her thigh, drawing more patterns. Her breath left her in a whoosh.
“This morning, all you were wearing was my T-shirt. And you were on your tummy, with one leg bent and up. The T-shirt wasn’t covering you properly, so I got a good view at the curves of that delicious bottom. And also, that nice, plump pussy.”
“Oh my God, Linc!” She whacked his chest, trying to move off his lap.
Nope, he wasn’t having that. “Do not move. You’re not to get off Daddy’s lap without his permission.”
Now she gaped up at him. “I thought . . . I thought we weren’t doing anything tonight . . .”
“We aren’t. But you’re being naughty and I think you need to know some rules now. If you’re on Daddy’s lap, there’s no getting off unless he gives permission. And I don’t care where we are or who is around. Understand?”
“I understand.”
“I understand, Daddy,” he told her firmly.
“I understand, Daddy,” she repeated.
“Good girl.”
A small smile lit up her face. That was better.
“If Daddy takes hold of your hand you must not let go until he gives permission, understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Now, the rule for sleep time is this. You are not allowed any panties unless you’re ill or it’s that time of the month. You can wear lingerie or one of my T-shirts. Some cute pjs if you’re Little. But no panties. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“What do you call me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Very good, Mari-girl. You never did answer me earlier. Did you make yourself come while thinking about me?”
She squirmed on his lap. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy what?”
He heard her breath hitch. Oh, he would bet she was soaking through those pretty panties right now.
“Yes, Daddy, I made myself come thinking about you.”
“How would you do it?”
“What . . . what do you mean?”
“I mean did you use your fingers on your clit? Maybe twist your nipple? Were you in bed on your back? Or in the shower? Bath? Or did you use a vibrator? Another toy?”
“I don’t . . . I don’t have any toys.”
“We’ll remedy that.”
He loved the way she looked so shocked. Maybe she didn’t expect him to speak openly about sex. Or perhaps she didn’t expect he would insist she take part in the conversation. He wasn’t sure.
But he did have to remember not to push too hard and risk her running from him.
After kissing her forehead, he set her back on her chair.
He got up and grabbed their plates carrying them to the dishwasher. “See those bags over there.” He nodded to the bags he’d dropped earlier. “There’s some new underwear and clothes for you in there. As well as a new phone.”
“You bought me clothes and a phone?” She got up and moved to the bags, looking inside them.
“And panties.” He grinned. “Not that I really think you need to wear them. Bear and Ellie went into Russell today, so I asked them to get you some things. Think I got the sizes right. They didn’t get a jacket or boots because I thought you might want to pick those, plus I wasn’t sure I’d get your shoe size right.”
“You didn’t have to buy me anything. Let me get you some money to pay you back.”
“You will not,” he said firmly.
“But you shouldn’t have spent your money on me.”
“Why not?” He turned and leaned against the counter.
She looked confused at the question. “Well, because, you shouldn’t have to support me.”
“What if I want to?”
“But . . . but . . .”
“You can’t work at the moment, Mari-girl. Your aunt hasn’t even been paying you properly. I have plenty of money. Not like my expenses here are high. I could buy you a thousand pairs of panties and not blink. If it makes me happy to buy you things, to provide for you, then are you really going to say that I can’t?”
“No,” she said quietly. “I guess I’m not. This is just weird for me. I can’t remember the last time someone bought anything for me.”
“Well, let me remind you of what to say.” He walked over and grabbed her hand in his. “The proper thing to say is ‘thank you, Daddy—'”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“I hadn’t finished,” he told her.
She stared up at him with wide eyes.
“You say, ‘thank you, Daddy. You’re the most handsome, sexy, smart Daddy in the whole entire world’.”
Marisol laughed. And his heart lightened.
This was exactly what he’d always dreamed of having.
19
Marisol sat on the sofa as Linc grabbed the remote and sat down on his big recliner. She expected him to put on some sort of sports game that she wouldn’t understand. But she wouldn’t say anything. This was his house. He’d worked hard all day.
She wished he’d let her help clean up, but he’d insisted that Little girls didn’t do jobs like wash dishes. He had let her clear the table. She’d tried to point out that she wasn’t in Little space at the moment, but he’d just given her a stern look that told her she’d best be quiet and do what she was told.
The more commanding and bossy he got, the more aroused she seemed to become. As she sat on the sofa, she was all too aware of her wet panties. She pressed her thighs together.
To her surprise, he settled on a romantic-comedy. “Come here. You’re too far away.”
“I thought I might go take a shower.” And deal with the need still flooding her.
“After.” He patted his lap.
“Umm. Okay.” She stood.
“Grab that blanket, would you?” He pointed to the blanket on the end of the sofa. She picked it up and walked over to him. Linc kept the house toasty warm so the blanket wasn’t necessary for warmth.
She moved next to his chair. He took the blanket from her.