Page 27 of A Daddy for Maddy

I couldn’t believe my eyes. We’d only had two dates. I read the texts about ten times over trying to convince myself they were real and I wasn’t dreaming. Then I checked the time of his texts. They came in at nine a.m. My hands shook as I prepared to text him back.

Maddy: I would love lunch. Tomorrow is my day off.

Colin: Pick you up at noon?

Maddy: But instead of lunch, can I see you tonight again?

Colin: I would love to, but I know you barely slept. Go home tonight, get a good night’s sleep, and spend the day with me tomorrow. I have tonight and tomorrow night off.

Maddy: I want to spend all night with you. Tonight. I’m not tired.

I looked at the text before sending it. Was I being too forward? He had said he had tonight off. I decided as a daddy, he would let me know if it was too soon. That was his job. My job as the little was to ask for things and hopefully get them if daddy said so.

Colin: Baby boy, I would love that. I didn’t want to move too fast for you. But I love the idea. I’ll pick you up right after you get off work tonight. When do you get home?

Maddy: Around six-thirty.

Colin: Okay. I’ll be there. Be ready. Bring an overnight bag.

Maddy: I can’t wait.

The endorphins hit me straight in the heart. For a second, the room spun. Colin, the big bouncer, the guy who had not only rescued me from a flying metal car but seemed interested in every word I had to say, just said he’d love that I’d asked to spend the night with him. Now I could say it truthfully. Mr. Menacing wanted me.

It was hard to concentrate at work. My skin was overly sensitive. I was either too hot or too cold. A restless shimmery warmth kept rising up like a fever from deep inside me.

I burned myself twice making fancy hot drinks.

I could still feel Colin’s kiss on my lips, which I kept licking until they were nearly chapped.

I felt wild just thinking about doing any one of the daddy/little things we’d discussed on our last two dates, from bath time to having him dress and undress me.

I imagined his fingers would be all over me, touching as if by mistake while he removed my pants and shirt. But it wouldn’t be a mistake. Not with Colin. He liked me a lot; I was convinced. He would want to touch me on every inch of skin he uncovered.

I couldn’t wait for work to be over.

I was wound up tight as a kite string. When I got home, I grabbed my overnight bag. I hadn’t had time to pack before work.

I stood in front of my dresser and open closet doors trying to figure out what to bring. Jammies? Stuffies to keep Kornie company? Definitely. And extra underwear. And jeans which were work clothes for me.

I had been in denial about my inner little for so long I hadn’t gathered a lot of little boy things yet, but I did have something.

I stared at the pack of disposable adult diapers sitting in the shadows on the top shelf of my closet. They had never been opened. I’d bought them on a whim. I’d never had the nerve yet to experiment with them. Maybe Colin wouldn’t be so hesitant. Maybe he would love to see me wearing them.

I snatched the bag of diapers off the top shelf and shoved it along with wet wipes into my backpack, which was now overly full of clothes, toy animals, toothbrush and toothpaste, and shaving kit. I couldn’t zip it up.

Finally, I realized Kornie simply didn’t fit inside. No problem. I could easily carry him. When I pulled him out I could finally zip it up. I was ready to go.

I kept checking my phone, impatient for time to go faster. I left a text for Dan. Finally, right at six-thirty, I looked out the window and saw the black BMW pull up.

I ran outside, my pack and Kornie flopping in my arms.

Colin got out with the car still running, came around to the passenger side and opened the door. I ran straight into him.

He opened his arms and wrapped them around me. He was like a strong force, a big immovable tree. He picked me up, pack and all, and swung me up until our faces were inches apart. Holding me in the air, he kissed me. My body immediately turned liquid and molten.

“That’s my not-a-baby,” he whispered into my ear.

I moaned in pleasure.

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