Page 35 of Daddy's Protection
There was no sense in playing coy. Clearly, the folks in the mansion had heard what had transpired in Isaiah’s room about midnight.
“Isaiah gave me a… special massage.”
The other Littles giggled again.
“I never can understand why some men think finding the clit is so hard,” Iris noted.
“It’s because they don’t want to,” Lana said. “They’re lazy and just want to get off. I mean, it doesn’t take a genius to find. Just a tiny bit of effort would get them fast results.”
“Amen, sister,” Iris said. “But we don’t have to worry about that with our Daddies. Thankfully.”
After pouring some milk into her bowl, Cami took a bite of the sugary cereal and then said, “So, uh, I ended up in his room because… I think I saw a ghost.”
She told them the full story.
Iris and Lana sat up a bit straighter, listening intently, both of them clearly mesmerized.
“You actually saw her! Theda.” Lana gasped. “I’ve felt her. But never seen her. That’s amazing!”
Cami shrugged. “Could’ve been her. I don’t know. Kind of freaked me out, whoever it was.”
Actually, there was nokind ofabout it. She wascompletelyfreaked out! But she was already embarrassed enough.
“Sorry it was scary,” Iris said. “But… it sounds like she led you straight to your Daddy’s bed.”
Cami blushed again, but it quickly faded. “I’m not sure Isaiah is my Daddy.”
Across the table, Iris cocked her head to the side. “What do you mean?”
Cami ate a bite and thought it over. Finally, she shrugged. “We fooled around last night. And he held me tight. But he doesn’t want me. Not when I’m… all fat and stuff.”
The thought made her suddenly not hungry. Pushing the bowl of cereal away, she shook her head. “I shouldn’t even eat this. Maybe I’ll just have some yogurt or look for a protein shake. If I get any heavier, this chair won’t support me and will—” She froze for a moment and gulped. “Isaiah’s behind me, huh?”
Iris nodded. It was the look in her eyes that had warned Cami.
“Oh boy,” she grumbled.
“Oh boy is right,” Isaiah said. “Finish eating your breakfast, little girl. And I’m serious. Don’t skip out on it. Then come back up to my room. I think we need to… talk.”
Cami shifted in her seat enough to cast a glance behind her.
Isaiah stood here, arms crossed, looking unhappy.
Very unhappy, actually.
Just hours ago, Cami’s legs had been shaking out of pleasure.
Now, as she entered Isaiah’s room, her knees were knocking for a whole other reason.
“You, eh, wanted to see me?” she croaked as she stepped in.
“Close the door, honey. We need to talk.”
Cami obeyed. Despite figuring she was in trouble, she still felt completely safe in there alone with Isaiah. And perfectly at home. It all seemed so normal.
She stood in the center of the room, not really knowing what to do. She had a pretty good guess as to what was coming. A lecture? Maybe a spanking?
Or was Isaiah going to scrap both those ideas and just forget about it all? Maybe he wanted to talk to her about something else. After all, disciplining her would be a step further down that road they were on—the road that seemed to be leading to a relationship—and he might not want that. Perhaps now was the moment he was going to admit last night was a mistake and it was best if stay “just friends.” Or whatever it was they were.
