Page 55 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“Look, Mr. Quackers,” she said as she jumped into the chair that practically swallowed her whole. “You’ve got friends!”
Sure enough, there were ducks swimming in the bits of pond he could see in the fabric. Looking around again, he saw more ducks in paintings on the wall, on the shelves where two brass ducks served as bookends, and even a family of ducklings needlepointed onto the footstool that stood just to the side of the chair.
“Webby, I don’t know how you do it, but you’re right. This house is definitely meant for you to stay in.”
“Isn’t it?” she agreed. “I could just sit here forever and be happy.”
“You could?” he asked, his brow slowly arching. “Then I suppose all that squirming on the plane and in the Jeep was just for show?”
As if his words reminded her of her condition, she immediately scrambled over the thick, padded arm of the chair, her hands going behind her to rub at her backside. “Since you mentioned it, you can take it out now, Daddy.”
As an experienced Dom, Stone was well aware of what he knew to be a safe length of time for his Little to hold the string of beads inside her body. Though that time was fast approaching, he wasn’t about to acquiesce to such a poorly worded request. “I think holding it a bit longer might remind you of the proper way to ask.” When she appeared to be about to argue, he said, “Or perhaps it should stay overnight?”
“That’s not necessary, Daddy,” she assured him. “Maybe after we’ve unpacked?”
“Or maybe after dinner,” he offered, not willing to give her an exact timeline. “Now, where do you believe we will find our bedroom?”
“Upstairs!” she said instantly, grabbing his hand. “There’s two, but I’m gonna let you choose!”
“How generous of you,” he said, once again picking up the suitcases as she began to climb the stairs.
Once on the second floor, he knew instantly which room she’d prefer. It was at the front of the house. The moment he looked out the window and saw the Jeep, he also knew this was the very window that had caught his Little’s attention. Not letting on, he looked around the room as well as walking across the hall to see the other, even stepping into the bathroom at the end of the hall before he returned to the first bedroom.
“This one will do as long as you feel comfortable,” he said.
“I do, we’ll be fine here, Daddy,” she said with a huge smile before she began to poke her head into every nook and cranny.
“Looking for something in particular?” he asked as he lifted both suitcases onto the bed and opened the lids.
She hesitated but then shrugged. “No, just looking around. Are we going out to eat or do you think they have pizza delivery here?”
“I’m sure they do, but unless I’m wrong, the refrigerator and pantry should be stocked. You can have a bath and get into your jammies while I cook dinner. Then we can play a game or read before bed. Tomorrow is another early day.”
“Okay, I am a little tired,” she said, stretching her arms above her head.
The move reminded him of a cat, which in turn, reminded him of her pussy, and the string hanging from her bottom. While she’d exploded in pleasure that morning, he’d been denying himself all day which was several hours too long if you asked his dick.
Dinner could wait a bit longer. Stone moved the backpack she’d dropped on the chair to the nightstand, aware her eyes followed his every move. He retrieved the toy bag and set it on the bed. Knowing she expected him to unzip it, he grinned and instead opened her pink suitcase. He removed a long white nightgown with tiny pink bows holding the bodice closed and laid it across the foot of the bed before turning to her.
“I believe it’s time for your nap?—”
“But what about dinner?”
Stone ignored the interruption, taking the stuffie from her hand and laying it on the pillow on the bed. “I was speaking to Mr. Quackers,” he said before turning back to his wife. “As for you, little girl, put your arms back up.”
When she straightened them, he tugged her t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and pulled them down her legs. By the time he’d reached her feet, she’d toed off her sneakers so she was ready to step out of the pants. She used his shoulders to balance as he then removed one sock followed by the other. She stood before him in her panties and bra, both a soft pink with lace around her waistband and each leg, as well the top edge of her bra.
Cupping her face in his hands, he smiled and bent to kiss her. “You are so beautiful, Webby.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said with her own smile. “You’re pretty cute too. Are you going to bathe with me again?”
Stone chuckled. “I’m afraid not. That tub won’t fit both of us, but it’s not quite time for your bath.”
“Oh, I thought it was since you took my clothes off.”
“Babygirl, you should know there are many different reasons for getting you out of your clothes.”
“Like, um, you know?” she said, giving an exaggerated nod of her head as she turned to look behind her.
