Page 53 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“You-you can’t do that!” his Little gasped.
“Can’t I, little girl?”
Backpedaling, she said, “Yes, but I know I’ve already taken up a lot of extra time and we need to get on the road, right, Daddy?”
“Right, so I suppose you should stop playing with your bottom beads, wash your hands and brush your teeth. Shake a leg, we’re gonna be late.”
“I’m not playing, I’m just making sure they’ll stay inside so when I ‘shake’ my leg, you won’t have to take time to push them inside again,” she retorted, two dark-pink spots highlighting her cheekbones even as she whipped her hand away from her bottom and turned on the faucet of her sink.
Stone barked out a laugh. “Don’t fret, babygirl. Your baubles are nice and secure right where they are. Not a single one will come out until Daddy is ready.” Popping his hand against her ass, he waited until she’d brush her teeth before he brushed her hair. “There’s my sweet girl with the beautiful curls,” he said when he was done.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, lifting on her toes to kiss his cheek as he tucked the hairbrush inside the bag and once again zipped it closed.
Though he could easily have placed it in her suitcase himself, he handed it to her instead. “Pack this away while I pick out your traveling clothes.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she said, taking the bag with an ease that told him she was no longer as concerned as she had been about why he’d insisted it come with them on vacation. His Little might pretend she hated most everything the bag contained, but he knew it was a battle she’d probably never cease to wage against her love of those very same items when used in a much different way. Watching her bend over to tuck the bag into her suitcase, he could not only see the string from her beads hanging from her bottom’s opening, he could also see the slickness still on her pussy lips from her recent climax. His cock jerked, but he could do nothing more than adjust it inside his pants after a quick glance at his watch. He hadn’t been kidding, they were seriously going to have to get a move on.
Chapter Six
Stone
Aware that both her chattering and the waving three fingers still pressed into conical corn chips stopped abruptly, Stone put the car in park and glanced over to where Micah sat. Even with her profile to him, he could tell her mouth had dropped open and her eyes were rounder, apparently transfixed by the sight in front of her. When she continued to stare, he followed her gaze. Seeing nothing that piqued his curiosity, he turned back to her.
“You okay, Webby?”
Like the cartoon character, his Webby was very loving, highly emotional, and abnormally attuned to her surroundings. The way she continued staring at the house, the Bugles serving as hats on her fingertips forgotten told him she wasn’t being disobedient by not answering; she was completely unaware that he’d even spoken.
Alert to any possible scenario that might cause her harm, Stone was willing to sit in silence until she came back to him. He pressed a button to lower the windows partway to allow a breeze to flow through the car before he shut off the engine. While Micah continued to look at the house, nothing but her eyes moving, he sat back and watched her. She never failed to amaze him in all ways. Her enthusiasm for life, her empathy for others, her intelligence that garnered her respect in her job as a ER nurse, and her ability to let go of what she called “adulting” to slip into the carefree life of a five-or-six-year-old child while trusting him to keep her safe were only a few of the things he loved about this woman/child. The fact that she’d picked him out of all the men she could have chosen made him want to earn that honor every day, to be worthy of her submission when she handed over the reins to him.
He was aware of the aroma of fresh earth and flowers the wind carried in one window and out the other. He watched the dark curls on her head dance in the breeze, knowing she was unaware of the silken tresses brushing against the slim column of her neck. A neck he suddenly felt the urge to press his lips against. Knowing better than to startle her, he forced himself to be satisfied with the knowledge he’d be able to do so soon enough. His eyes dropped down her stiff frame to where her bottom met the seat of the Jeep he’d rented for the trip. He smiled thinking about how often she’d shifted while seated in the plane but had never once voiced a single complaint about the object she still held inside her bottom. His cock stiffened in its confinement. He ignored its need as well. His Little’s needs were all that mattered here.
It was another few minutes before he saw a soft smile curl Micah’s lips and her head give a short but definite nod. He still didn’t speak, watching as her finger reached her mouth and she drew off one corn cone after another and crunched into them as if a good ten minutes hadn’t passed.
Once she swallowed, he repeated his question. “You okay, Webby?”
“I’m great, Daddy, why?”
Why he was surprised she didn’t appear to know she’d zoned out he didn’t know. She often came back totally unaware that any time had lapsed.
“No reason. Ready to go in?” he asked as he turned on the engine long enough to raise the windows.
“Totally!” she said, grabbing Mr. Quackers. “Wait until you see inside, it’s like stepping back in time, Daddy.”
Stone paused halfway out of the car, wondering how on earth she could possibly know that. But he didn’t question her, knowing she just did. She earned herself a quick swat against the seat of her leggings when he discovered she’d already stepped out of the car before he had walked around the hood.
“Sorry,” she said, tucking her backside in as if that would keep him from swatting his target if he so desired.
“I know you’re excited, but we will go in together, understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Stone had to chuckle. For someone who was so against getting out of bed, she was practically dancing now in impatience to get going. Opening the back of the Jeep, he grabbed the pink backpack he’d added to their luggage. After seeing her attempt to tuck her polka-dotted toy bag beneath some t-shirts, he’d decided having her place it in the backpack where she’d see it every time she opened it to get a snack or her stuffie would serve as a reminder to behave as well as keep it within easy reach in case he needed to add to her lessons. He’d seen her eyes grow as large as saucers when she’d spotted the full-body scanners at the head of the security lines.
“Daddy, I… they… that’s a-an x-ray…”
“Relax, baby. You can ask for a pat-down instead.”
Her head tilted up to look at him, gorgeous violet eyes growing even larger. “And have them touch, you know”—her voice dropped to an almost inaudible whisper—“down there?”
