Page 54 of Defended
Chapter 18
While Kawan was driving them back home, he put on Disney songs in the car. Melody sang along and was feeling very in touch with her little girl side by the time they got to the house, which she was pretty sure was the point. It made her giggle every time Kawan sang along with the men's parts, because he did all the voices too—including duringBe A Man. He had a really nice voice.
When he parked, Melody started to undo her seat belt, only to be stopped by Kawan's hand covering hers.
"No, little girl," he said gently but firmly. "You sit there and wait for me to come let you out."
Oh.Melody's thighs clenched and her pussy pulsed in response. There was a small part of her that wanted to protest at not being able to do such a simple thing but... that was the point, wasn't it? To give him complete control, to let him take care of her.
He sat there, watching her, dark eyes full of patience as he waited for her response.
"Okay, Daddy," she whispered, and she swore she felt a little mental shift inside her head. He was her Daddy, which meant he was going to take charge of her.
She tried not to fidget with anticipation as he walked around the car to open the door. Leaning over her, he unbuckled her seatbelt and helped her out of the car. Was such a small thing supposed to leave her feeling breathless? Or maybe it was just the excitement at this clear and distinct sign that the weekend she'd been fantasizing about all week was finally beginning.
As soon as she got out of the car, she bounced up and down with excitement, making Kawan chuckle.
"Okay, baby girl," he said, taking her hand firmly in his. Despite how calm he appeared, Melody could hear the anticipation in his voice as well. "Let's get this weekend started."
Leading her into the house, he took her straight to the room she hadn't been allowed in all week, and Melody could barely contain her glee at finally getting to see what was inside. She truly felt like a little girl as she hopped up and down impatiently while he unlocked the door. Normally she would have tried to contain her reaction, but Daddy's obvious enjoyment of her enthusiasm encouraged her to domore, not less.
With a smile, he opened the door and she practically vaulted inside.
She gasped, her hands going over her mouth as she took in the room.
It was more than a little girl's room; it was a room fit for a princess. The walls were lavender, the canopy bed was white with violets, and white lacy curtains were drawn back from the windows. There were half full shelves of stuffed animals and toys, a bookshelf with everything from children's picture books to small chapter books, and a large white armoire took up one full corner of the room.
"What do you think, baby girl?"
"It'sperfect." She especially loved all the purple, since it was her favorite color. Something he'd obviously kept in mind when he'd been setting the room up.
She ran over to the bed, putting one hand around the post and looking up at the canopy. When she was a little girl, she'd had a similar bed and she'd loved it. She couldn't believe that he remembered her mentioning that in passing. Tears sparkled in her eyes as she looked back over her shoulder at him. "I can't believe you did all of this."
It was an incredible amount of effort and thoughtfulness, all of which he'd kept hidden from her.
Leaning against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, he was watching her with a combination of pleasure and lust, and Melody felt her own body heat in response. Her fantasies were coming to life. What was he going to do next?
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SeeingMelody's joy in her little room was everything Kawan could have hoped for. He'd left plenty open for her own touches, but he'd wanted to have the basics put together. It might be a little presumptuous, designing the room especially for her when their relationship was still so new and they had barely started exploring what kind of little she was, but he hadn't been able to help himself.
Something in her expression changed, a furrow creasing her brow, and Kawan raised his eyebrows at her. "Something wrong, little girl?"
"Um..." She looked down at the bed, nervously running her hand up and down the metal post. Kawan wondered if she'd seen the special design that would allow him to easily attach cuffs or anything else he'd like to the bed. "Am I going to be sleeping in here from now on?"
Her voice was a little higher and softer than usual, and definitely not as happy as it had been a minute ago.
"Not if you don't want to," he said easily. "If you'd prefer to sleep in Daddy's bed at night, then we'll only use this one for naps."
She'd brightened up as soon as he'd told her that she didn't have to use it at night, which pleased him because honestly he didn't want to be separated from her either, but then she frowned.
"Naps?"
"Oh, yes." Kawan pushed himself off of the doorframe, stalking into the room and over to her. Her eyes widened as he moved closer, making her look a little bit like a deer-in-headlights as she froze. "Sometimes little girls require naptime."
"Hmm." Melody bit her lower lip, but she didn't argue with him.
"Just try it," he said, cupping his hand under her chin to lift her face up to him. Her expression immediately softened, her tension easing. "This weekend is about finding out what kind of little you are. I'm going to want you to try some things that may not appeal to you at first, and we may never do them again after this weekend, but at least this way you'll know. Can you do that for me?"
