Page 36 of XOXO, Daddy
“Please, can I just let go for a while? Is that something I can ask for?” I asked, sniffling.
“Oh, you sweet girl. Of course! You can ask to let go anytime you wish. I won’t always be able to say yes, but I promise to say yes as often as I can. Now, are you ready to be princess for a while?”
“I thought I was always princess,” I shot back, wiping my own tears away as I teased him.
“Yes, you are,” he agreed, with a kiss on my forehead. “Now, why don’t you head down to the playroom and see what Daddy bought for you?”
“You bought something for me, Daddy?” I asked excitedly, already letting myself slip into the little space I needed so badly.
“Yes, I did, princess. Now, get your cute little ass downstairs and take a look.” He swatted my ass as I made a mad dash for the basement stairs, not slowing my pace until I was at the playroomdoor, opening to see my present laying right there on the bed. Pretty pink bow and all.
“Well, go on and open it,” Daddy chuckled, leaning against the door frame as I nearly tripped over my own two feet trying to get to the pretty white box. I tore at the bow, opening the box in a hurry to find the sweetest little stuffed owl I had ever seen in all my life.
“Jeepers! For me? Really!?” I squealed, holding the owl to my chest and wriggling gleefully.
“All for you, but keep looking. There’s more in the box.” His happy little chuckle could have brightened the worst of moods. As it was, I set the owl down and dug back into the box. Beneath sheet after sheet of carefully placed tissue paper lay an adorable little onesie. Light purple with unicorns and rainbows on it. I held it up with a gasp of delight.
“Oh, Daddy! I love it so much! Can I wear it now? Pretty please?!” I stood up from the bed, literally bouncing on the balls of my feet in excitement at the mere thought of wearing such a pretty little thing. The fact that it was a gift from him made it all the better.
“Of course you can, princess. Here, let me help you with it.” Helping me to remove my clothing, he stripped me down to nothing more than the pair of panties I wore. Daddy preferred no bra, and I was happy to oblige.
“Arms up,” he commanded softly. Lifting my arms into the air, he slid the onesie over my arms and head, tugging it down my body. “Now lay back for me, princess.”
Blushing with embarrassment, he spread my thighs, grabbing hold of the front and back of the onesie and fastening it between my legs. For as embarrassing as it was, it only helped me slip further into little space. Little space was easier than real life right now. I didn’t want to think about anything anymore.
“Now come here and let Daddy hold you,” he cooed in my ear, helping me to sit in front of him, laying back against his chest. “Open.”
I turned to him in confusion, but stopped as I saw him holding my pacifier up. With a blush, I opened my mouth, allowing him to place it on my tongue before pulling me back to his chest. His fingers moved over my sides, lightly tickling me until the tears turned to the giggles and squirms he loved so much.
He shifted behind me and suddenly the small television across from the bed turned on. A few moments later, the familiar strains of Beauty and the Beast began playing. Settling into him, I let myself go, enjoying the simplicity of being little in his presence. The movie and the pacifier were just icing on the cake. The cake was all Daddy.
After the movie had played for a short while, I felt his fingers move back up my ribcage, his thumbs gently brushing over my nipples as I squirmed and they turned to stiff peaks.
“Be still for Daddy,” he whispered in my ear, making me shiver. Desire began to curl in my belly as one hand moved down my body, towards my core, which had begun to throb for him.
Spreading my legs, he deftly unsnapped the onesie, his fingers slipping beneath the gusset of my panties, finding me wet and wanting beneath.
“Relax into me, princess. Daddy has you,” he shushed me, soothing me with a kiss on my forehead as his fingers lightly played over my nipples. I gasped, the pacifier falling out of my mouth for a moment as he chuckled.
“Careful, princess,” he teased, placing the pacifier in my mouth again. His teasing fingers moved over my ribcage, making me giggle for a moment before gliding back up to my nipples, poking through the thin fabric of the beautiful onesie.Never had I felt so little, so perfect, so — so everything all at once.
As his hands moved over me, softly arousing me while he held the pacifier in my mouth, I relaxed. The sound of my heart thundering roared in my ears.
Was that my heartbeat?
Or was it footsteps…
“Hey, Dad! I know you’re probably busy, but I saw your car in the garage, so I was wondering if we could talk. I had a — What. The.Fuck?”
Chapter Eighteen
“Are you kidding me!?What the hell is going on here?!” Alyssa shrieked, her shrill, screaming voice pulling me out of my little space and launching me out of Daddy’s arms as I tried tugging at the blankets. When they didn’t budge under the combined weight of Daddy and I, I settled for second best. Pulling a pillow from the head of the bed, I covered myself, burying my face in the soft linen as Alyssa carried on screeching.
“Is this some kind of twisted, sick joke? What are you two even doing? Why is this room here, and why is my best friend wearing baby clothes and — oh my god! Is she sucking on a pacifier!? Oh. My. GOD!”
I could still hear her shrieking, even days later, as the memories flooded my mind. It was awful. The days since then had been just as awful. The things Alyssa had said — while I picked up on very little in the moment due to utter shock — were beyond insulting. Her words had degraded me, had debased me. I was ashamed. And as I had fled Adam’s home,theirhome, I had cried.
I cried for the friendship I lost. I cried for the budding relationship that was now gone. But most of all, I cried for the Daddy I had finally found, and had so quickly lost.
