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King’s smile was warm as he stepped closer. “We have a shared closet for Little items. The other Daddies and I alwaysmake sure we have extras ready when a new Little comes to the compound.”

Her fingers danced over each object as she examined them one by one. “I can’t believe you have all of this,” she murmured, barely able to contain her excitement.

One of the toys she studied was a pink stuffed bear wearing a tiny T-shirt, which had the logo of their club printed on the front. It was instantly her new favorite stuffy.

King’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “I knew you’d like them. They’re all for you.”

When her hand brushed against a baby bottle, she lifted it, her gaze meeting his with a questioning look.

“Do you… like this?” she asked timidly.

King’s gaze softened even more. “At bedtime and nap time, I’d like to bottle feed you… If that’s not a hard limit for you.”

Her cheeks flushed as she shook her head eagerly. “No, I think I might like that.”

A warm surge of relief and excitement coursed through her as she continued to inspect every new toy. “I can’t believe you guys have a closet of Little stuff. It’s so thoughtful.”

King reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “We want every Little who comes here to have things to make them feel comfortable and to be taken care of.”

After she had taken in every item with bright, childlike fascination, King stepped closer and cupped her chin. “Will you stay the night with me?”

Without hesitation, her heart fluttering, she whispered, “Yes.”

King’s smile deepened, and he excused himself, disappearing from the apartment. Moments later, he reappeared carrying an armful of neatly folded clothes. New garments just for Littles. As he spread them out on a chair, Ella’s eyes sparkled at the soft,pastel fabrics and delicate designs. Among the items was a pair of training panties for bedtime.

Her cheeks burned as she stared at them. “Oh… these are so pretty,” she managed to say, though she sounded nervous.

King chuckled gently. “I thought you might like them. I want you to have everything that makes you feel Little and special.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said quietly. “It’s all so new and a little scary, but I… I trust you.”

“I know it’s new for you, baby, but I promise—everything we do, every new experience, is meant to make you feel safe and cherished.”

She nibbled on her bottom lip as she examined the clothes. “I want to be your Little girl, and I want to learn, to experience everything with you.”

King’s smile widened. “We’ll take it one step at a time. Tonight, let’s start with trying on these clothes.”

“Okay.”

He reached out and lightly brushed his thumb over her hand. “I want to give you all the firsts you deserve and to care for you as my Little girl and my woman.”

A flutter of excitement and warmth coursed through her at his words.

“I want that, too,” she replied softly.

King’s eyes held hers, and for a moment, everything around them faded away. “Come on then, baby. Let’s get you changed into your new nightie and panties.”

Ella smiled shyly. “Okay, Daddy.”

The word came out more naturally than she expected. Everything with King felt so natural. Like they were meant to be.

SIXTEEN

KING

King slowly removed Ella’s clothes, piece by piece, letting her get used to him touching her so intimately. She shivered and bit her bottom lip but didn’t push him away, tell him to stop, or use her safeword. He didn’t let his hands linger, though his eyes were another story.

Her rosy, pink nipples were practically begging for his mouth. It wasn’t the time for that, though. Right now was about her being Little and learning to trust and allow him to take care of her. To let her be comforted, knowing she could be her truest self with him, and he would love every second of being her Daddy.

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