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The second game, Trust Your Daddy, required each Little to be blindfolded while two Daddies guided them through an obstacle course using only voice commands. Elle paired with Daddy Cole and Daddy Hank, their deep voices keeping her calm as she navigated the course. The other Littles’ success had sparked her competitive spirit, and she found herself wanting to make not just her own Daddies proud but all of them.
“Simon’s Little Says started innocently enough, with simple commands like touching noses or wiggling toes. Elle, paired with Daddy Brett and Daddy Sean for this round, watched the other Littles respond with practiced enthusiasm.
“Simon’s Little Says... crawl to your temporary Daddy and give him kisses like a puppy,” Daddy Brett commanded, his eyes twinkling.
Elle hesitated, her face burning as the other Littles dropped to hands and knees, crawling with exaggerated wiggling bottoms toward their assigned Daddies. Their giggles and playful yips filled the air. A sharp look from Drake had her quickly following suit, awkwardly approaching Daddy Sean.
“Good girl,” he praised as she tentatively licked his cheek. “Now give me happy puppy barks.”
The other Littles were already yipping and pawing at their Daddies’ legs. Cindy, paired with Drake, demonstrated particular enthusiasm, making Elle’s stomach clench with an unfamiliar emotion.
“Simon’s Little Says... show me your best kitty cat stretches,” Daddy Brett called out. Elle watched in fascination as the others arched their backs and purred, completely uninhibited in their role-play. Following their lead, she found herself relaxing into the movements, earning approving smiles from her temporary Daddies.
The commands grew progressively more challenging and childish. They had to hop like bunnies, trumpet like elephants,and waddle like ducks. Elle’s diaper crinkled with each movement, a constant reminder of her exposed state. Yet, as the game continued, she found herself less focused on her near-nakedness and more intent on following the instructions correctly.
“Simon’s Little Says... find your temporary Daddy’s lap and ask for cuddles using only baby talk.”
Two Littles were eliminated for moving without the Simon’s Little Says prefix, leaving Elle among the final three. Her heart raced as she toddled to Daddy Brett, surprising herself by climbing into his lap without hesitation.
“Wan’ cuddows, p’ease,” she babbled, the baby talk feeling foreign on her tongue. But Daddy Brett’s warm embrace and gentle praise made her melt against him, understanding for the first time the appeal of this complete surrender.
Drake watched from across the patio, his eyes dark with pride and something else that made Elle’s skin tingle. When she successfully completed three more challenges, including pretending to be a ballerina and making monkey faces, his smile grew wider.
Only Elle and Lee remained for the final round. “Simon’s Little Says... show your Daddy how much you love him with your sweetest baby giggles and biggest hugs.”
Elle’s performance might not have matched Lee’s practiced expertise, but her genuine attempt at embracing the role earned her second place. The loss didn’t sting as much as she expected, not when Drake gathered her close afterward, whispering how proud he was of his brave little girl for trying so hard.
For the first time, Elle found herself wondering if maybe, just maybe, there was more to being a Little than she had initially thought. The other Littles’ uninhibited joy, the constant praise and affection, and the strange sense of freedom in letting go of adult inhibitions stirred something deep inside her that shewasn’t quite ready to examine. Elle caught Amanda’s knowing smile from the doorway. The nanny was right. This day was indeed proving to be a turning point. The question was, in which direction would she turn?
Chapter Twenty-Seven
DD Estate, Dreamer’s Cove
Elle
The decision of the direction her life was going to take came much sooner and easier than Elle had imagined.
In the form of the final game.
“The following is a game for your Daddies. This is a game to show your Daddies your full trust and acceptance of their guidance. To know that they love and care for you. To please them above all. The goal is to push yourself to finish the game. Of course, you can withdraw at any point and forfeit the game.” Drake’s eyes rested briefly on her. Elle suspected this game was directed at her. To test her and her resolve to the commitment they believed she had made to be their Little. “Littles… this is a grownup game.”
The excited twitter and comments like, “Finally, we’re going to get some lollipops,” made Elle’s ears burn. She didn’t have to be a Little to realize what that meant, and since Drake had warned it was a grownup game, blowjobs and sex were the firsts that came to mind.
“And yes…” Drake’s eyes bored into her. “You will play this game with Daddies other than your own.”
“Since you all did so well with the games, it’s time for a game of rewards for you.” Damian smiled at the squeals of the Littles. “Yes, little ones, you’re going to get some dick and tongue, and your own Daddies will choose which rewards you receive from the Daddies you pull from the hat.”
Elle was shocked at how the Littles jumped up and down in excitement. Knowing she would be performing some sexual act with two Daddies other than her own while they watched and she watched them with another Little in return horrified her. But she was alone in this, and she realized from reactions all around, this was the norm in which the game’s day ended.
The desire to withdraw before the game even started burned a hole through her mind. She caught Amanda’s eye, and within it, she saw the expectation that Elle was going to fail. Elle wasn’t a prude and had always enjoyed sex. She just never had to perform with the men who supposedly loved her watching. The decision to prove Amanda wrong was made instantly.
Well, they fucking better make sure I get a good, hard climax out of this,she sneered inside her mind, her decision made. She wasn’t a quitter, and if this was what her Daddies wanted, it was what they damn well would get.If they are prepared to fuck another Little, then I sure as hell will fuck other Daddies.
Elle marched toward Damian, who held out the hat and pulled out a piece of paper.
“Daddy Paul and Daddy Will,” she read out the names. The two men were in their early fifties but built like bodybuilders and as attractive as sin. It wouldn’t be a chore fucking them in the least.
Her Daddies were paired with Lee, which made Elle’s heart crack. She was young, bubbly, beautiful, and the perfect Little… everything Elle wasn’t.
