Page 22 of Luca

“Good girl for making your safe call,” Daddy Luca said when they’d hung up.

“Daddy? It does all kinds of things to me when you tell me I’m a good girl.”

“It does? Like what?” he asked, his tone lowering.

“Mmm…like…Big girl feelings.”

“Sweetheart, you telling me that makes me want to do all kinds of Big girl stuff with you. But I think it’s best if we don’t do that today.”

“But why?” she demanded.

“Because today is our first time in person, and I don’t want to push you too fast.”

“What if I wanna push?”

He took her by the hand and led her to the big white sectional sofa in the living room and sat her down.

“Honey, I understand the feelings you’re having, because I’m having them, too. At least, I feel like they’re pretty much the same. I want to hold you, and touch you, and spank you. I wantto guide you, and be strong for you. And I can do all of that. But what I can’t do without giving you time to be absolutely sure, is to do all the dirty things with you I’m dying to do. And I meandying, baby girl. I’m doing my best to hang onto some self control, but you are the most tempting little treat I’ve ever met. So help Daddy out here, okay?”

“I guess I understand,” she said, pouting a little. “But how can I help?”

“You can stop batting those long, gorgeous lashes at me, for starters. And you can stop looking so darn delectable in that dress. And you can stop pouting, because all that makes me want to do is kiss those pretty lips. But I’m afraid if I do, I won’t be able to stop until I have you naked across my lap and my hand on that naughty little bottom. And lord, I know your skin will be soft as butter and twice as delicious. And now I’ve gotta stop because I’m just making it harder on myself,” he said with a grunt as he shifted on the sofa.

She giggled. “Daddy, you saidharder!”

“Oh, bad girl, I am so gonna spank that bottom at the next opportunity! I’ve been told redheads were particularly sassy, and this just proves that theory.”

“I’m not a redhead—my hair is auburn, Daddy. And does this mean there’ll be a next opportunity?” she asked, hope pumping in her veins like liquid heat.

“You’re right. Auburn it is. And I sure hope so. I’d like for there to be, but that’s up to you.”

“Really, Daddy?” she asked with a squeal. “’Cause I really, really want there to be.”

“Yes, really, really for me, too, honey.”

They’d mostly just talkedon the phone all week, with a few minutes of video chat to say goodnight at bedtime, since Frankie had been putting in very long days at work—and so had he. He’d taken fewer Dial-A-Daddy calls, telling Annie he had a lot of work to do on the adoption center, which was partly true. But the real truth was that he didn’t feel he was giving his all to the Littles he talked to. His current clients wanted nothing more than an hour of pretend: the age regression and nurturing, without any of the sex play. It was a very good thing, because he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to do that with anyone but Frankie. As it was, he felt guilty even Daddying anyone else.

As he pulled up in front of Frankie’s house, he told himself to calm down. There was plenty of time to figure things out, and so much depended on how she was feeling about him and their time together. He would never, ever rush her into anything. And he still had to find another way to raise funds for the rescue if he quit Dial-A-Daddy altogether, unless Frankie decided she didn’t want to continue to see him, which was something he’d been thinking about a lot.

But no. If she didn’t want to see him, he knew he wouldn’t be able to properly Daddy anyone for a long time. He was already too invested in her.

He ran a hand over his hair, letting out a puff of air. His emotions were building too fast, and he needed to be certain their connection was healthy for them both. This really was an unprecedented situation. Maybe he’d need to confide in Annie, after all. He knew she wouldn’t necessarily approve of him going against the rules and having a personal connection with a client, but he also knew she was open-minded and incredibly sensible.She’d help him work through it, one way or another. But not today. Today was his day with his Little girl, and despite all the worries he couldn’t be happier about it.

After a nod of assurance to his reflection in the rearview mirror, he got out of his truck and rang the doorbell, his heart in his throat as he waited for her to answer. They’d agreed he was taking her to his place today to show her around. And she’d set up a safe call with both her cousin Mia and her friend Tom, which he was pleased about. He and Tom had had a quick phone chat a few days earlier—he was a great guy, and seemed like a very solid Daddy. Tom’s role at Club Sweet PEA in Phoenix was well-known throughout the ageplay community, and Luca could see why. He’d been glad to talk with him. Frankie feeling safe with him was crucial, especially if they were going to his house.

The door opened and his lovely Little girl stood there, a blush on her cheeks and her green eyes glowing. Her auburn hair was in two braids, and she wore a short, denim overall-style dress with a pink t-shirt underneath, and pink sneakers.

He couldn’t help but grin. “You look absolutely adorable, baby girl,” he told her, making her cheeks burn a shade or two brighter.

“Gee, thanks, Daddy! But, um…are you sure it’s okay? I mean, do I look too Little to be out in public?” she asked.

“You look perfect.”

She smiled and batted her lashes, and he was pretty sure she didn’t even know she was doing it. He smiled back and opened his arms, and she rushed into them so fast she nearly knocked him backward.

“Whoa, take it easy there, honey!”

“But Daddy, I’m soooooo happy to see you!” she told him, then buried her face in his neck.

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