Page 81 of Saving Sophia

She made it to the bottom of the stairs and stood still, clutching the rounded banister and shifting from foot to foot. She bit her baby pink bottom lip, nervous but excited. Her glossy hair still remained in the two low ponytails I loved, but she added two blue and white polka-dotted satin bows. And kitten ears perched on her head. Fucking perfect.

“Hi … Daddy.” Her voice was shy and hopeful. I grabbed reflexively at the back of my neck and squeezed, then scrubbed at my goatee again, trying to form a coherent thought.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Callie hopping up and down and waving a not-very-discreet thumbs up. “I tried to talk her into the see-through lace tank and the open cage bralette with nipple rings, but your Little Sophie is more of a traditionalist,” Callie giggled. “Anyhoo—she’s all yours.”

All mine.

Two strides to the stairs and I had her, catching her as she jumped into my arms, wrapped her legs around my waist and threw her arms around me, kissing me with those baby pink lips and making a little mewing sound that might have driven me slightly insane with desire.

“My work here is done,” Callie said, in the distance. Neither of us broke the kiss to respond.

Finally, when the need to breathe forced me, I pulled back and looked into her heated eyes. “All this for me?”

“Do you like it, Daddy?” she asked.

“Fuck yes I like it.” I turned around and walked back to the door, still carrying her, my hands cupping the cheeks of her ass and squeezing. “Say goodnight to Callie, baby,” I said without stopping my stride.

“Goodnight, Callie,” she called over my shoulder with a giggle and a wave.

“You two kids have fun,” Callie laughed as she shut the door behind us.

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SOPHIA

Holy crickets, I did it.

Daddy was breathing hard, and not because he carried me out of Callie’s cabin to his SUV. His hardness pressed big and firm against my thin panties, so I squeezed my legs around him, wanting him as close as possible. He squeezed my butt in response and whispered against my neck, “The kitten ears are a nice touch, baby girl. I want to see you wearing nothing else later when I make you purr.”

I squirmed against him, giddy with my success. “Meow, Daddy.”

Amber Jade threw a fist pump in the air inside my head.

He let out a big happy laugh, dropped me in the passenger seat, buckled me in, and crossed around to the driver’s side while I clapped my hand to my mouth, so proud of myself. No stammering, no apologizing, no awkward, ridiculous, random nonsense that made me sound stupid. I pulled off my own version of seductive, and he responded. He would take me to the cabin, and then he would … take me. Finally. He’d been more than a gentleman, giving me time, letting me get used to this dynamic, but I didn’t want to wait any more.

He climbed in and looked at me again, up and down, savoring every inch. He rubbed his hand across his mouth and chin, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Well,” he said after a deep breath, “you certainly surprised me, little kitten.”

A smile burst across my face. “I’m glad you like it, Daddy.”

“Oh yes, baby girl, I like it a lot.” He chuckled and shook his head, started the car, and put it in drive.

“What’s my surprise?” I asked, excitement bubbling in my tummy. He wore a thick, white, button-down, no-collar shirt and dark pants that weren’t quite slacks but weren’t jeans either. A wide cummerbund-like belt didn’t make the surprise any clearer. It was an odd outfit, a strange mix between dressy and casual, but it fit him incredibly, and he wore it with his usual confident attitude that made me want to jump into his lap.

“What kind of surprise would it be if I told you?” His dimple flashed at me.

Good point.

We drove for what felt like forever. He asked me if we noticed anything strange while we were out, or if Griff seemed worried and I assured him it had all been fine. I told him about the things I got for Caroline, and then I told him about the store Callie found. “It was mostly a … naughty kind of store.” My cheeks flamed, and I tugged at the hem of my super short skirt. “But they had this whole section for …” I hesitated.

“Littles,” he finished for me, sneaking another wolfish once-over to my outfit before changing lanes.

“That’s the kind of submissive you want?” I asked, my voice small.

“You are what I want,” he said, making my heart flip-flop in my chest. “Yes, I want to be your Daddy. But it needs to work for you too. I never want you to do something you don’t enjoy because you think that’s what I want.”

I rolled that thought around, plucking at my skirt again. “It does work for me. But there was so much in that store that I’m not sure about. And what if I’m too much of a brat? Or not enough? Or … you don’t like knee socks?” I hesitated, adjusting my kitten ears. “What if I can’t do this right?”

“Not possible. Just relax and be yourself.” He snaked a hand over to slide along my thigh to the top of my sock. “And by the way,” his voice dropped to that gravely baritone that took my breath away, “I fucking love your knee socks.”

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