Page 17 of XOXO, Daddy
“Thank you, Daddy. I had so much fun tonight! Dinner was yummy, and the ice cream was super-duper extra yummy!”
He lifted a hand, running his fingers along my cheek and under my chin. His thumb brushed across my lips, making me shudder with sudden arousal. He leaned down and kissed me tenderly, almost chastely. “I couldn’t agree more, Bunny.Tonight has been… delightfully enjoyable. I haven’t had such a wonderful evening in a very long time.”
My head spinning, I whimpered with need, hugging myself closer to him and standing on tiptoe. Adam smiled and brought his mouth down to mine again, this time lingering. His hand went around the back of my head, fisting in my hair lightly as he deepened the kiss. His tongue quested out tentatively, and I opened my mouth to let him in. The kiss stretched for long moments, our tongues dancing and intertwining.
“When can I see you again?” he breathed against my forehead as I nuzzled against his chest. His broad frame protected me from the blustery cold of that February evening.
“I asked you a question, little one. I would like an answer,” he teased. His fingers ran beneath the curtain of my hair, playing up into the strands, wrapping, weaving, and tangling until he had a fist full of wavy, unruly curls clutched in his grasp, making me gasp.
“Soon. Very soon,” I whispered. “Buthowdo you want to see me again?” I was pushing my luck, letting the teensiest bit of my brat out.
He simply growled in response. My core clenched at the sound, and I knew at that moment I would do anything to get him to make that noise as often as possible.
“I could see you for lunch…” I teased, my fingers playing with the fabric of his button-up shirt, longing to pull it from those slacks and let my fingers find his warm skin beneath.
“Bunny…”His hips shifted against me, his hardness pressing into my soft core.
“I could—” but before I could get another word out, his hand wrapped around my throat, tipping my head back until I could see his piercing gaze. “Say. It.” That harsh command said it all. One whimper and a nowthoroughlyruined pair of panties later,I responded, throwing away my bratty attitude and giving him what he wanted.
“I want to scene, Daddy.”
“Good fucking girl. Sunday. You and me. My house. Seven p.m. Any questions?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Bring your favorite little items.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl.” His lips met mine again with a tenderness that made tears prick at the corners of my eyes. He was so good to me, just days into our relationship. It was more than I deserved, and almost more than I could bear.
We reluctantly said our goodbyes once more, and I walked up to my apartment. I don’t think my feet touched the ground once the entire way.
Now I just had to figure out how to survive until seven p.m. on Sunday.
Chapter Nine
“There,look how pretty your hair looks like this, Bunny!” Daddy praised himself, giving the two bunches he’d secured my hair in a tug. I giggled lightly, settling further into little space. The room was perfect here in his house, and I found it almost too easy to slip into the age regression I craved.
“Thank you for doing my hair, Daddy,” I murmured in the innocent, girlish voice I often adopted when I regressed.
“Thank you for letting me, little one.” With a kiss to the top of my head, his attention settled over me like the perfect weighted blanket. Weighted with adoration and care. Just the way I wanted.
“Lie back for me, Bunny. Right here.” With a slight tug of my hair, he pulled me backwards into his warm chest. The brush long forgotten now, I settled into him.
“Will you read to me, Bunny? Maybe one of these books?” he asked, pointing to the books lined up on the small end table next to the sofa.
“Okay, Daddy,” I giggled. He handed me a cute children’s book with a happy little penguin family. Snuggling in just a bit more, I pulled my knees up and opened the book to read aloud to him.
“Once upon a time…” I began.
After two pages of my reading, his hands moved under my arms, tickling along my ribcage as I squirmed against him. I ignored the hardness poking at my lower back. I wanted to push into it, but decided to keep reading as Daddy had commanded.
Thumbs brushed against the underside of my breasts, the tiny cropped top of my little girl pajamas barely keeping them covered. As words flowed slowly from my lips, his thumbs moved up, gently brushing against my nipples.
Whimpering, I squirmed against him.
“Pay attention, Bunny. Read your story to Daddy,” he spoke softly in my ear. I tried to continue reading, but it was nearly impossible with those slow, deliciously circling thumbs turning my nipples from soft and puffy to stiff points beneath his touch.
