Page 43 of A Daddy for Maddy

I wanted to jump up and down and yell. I held back, all except for a big grin, my entire body shivering in a good way.

Colin dropped his hand from mine and put his arm around my shoulders. His free hand went underneath my other shoulder, still holding my overnight pack, and suddenly I was being lifted up.

I allowed it to happen, reaching out to pull myself closer to him so he could hold me as my legs went around his waist, my arms around his neck with Kornie still dangling from one hand. I was in total little mode from one moment to the next. And aroused more than I could ever remember being.

My hard cock pressed against his stomach. He was hot beneath his clothes, his chest rising and falling against mine. I could tell he was as aroused as I was.

“Oh, you’re so not-a-baby, aren’t you?” he murmured, sliding his palm up and down my spine. “But it’s all bedrest for you today. Nothing more.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

My throat was a little sore but that was all. I was mad I would have to wait, but I didn’t show it.

I pressed my hot face against his neck and said nothing. I was such a baby. More of a baby than I could ever admit. I wanted to shout about it. I finally wanted to embrace it all the way.

He swung me around and moved quickly across the playroom to another room. It was his room. I could scent the essence of his life here—his ecstasies, his tragedies, his Christmassy pine aftershave—before I looked around.

I saw shades of blues and greens, beige and black, and the biggest bed ever. I knew it had to be custom made. Colin headed straight to that bed.

“I want no arguments from you. You’re to stay in bed today and I’ll bring you whatever you like. Plus, there’s a TV on the wall to entertain you.”

“But you’ll stay with me, Daddy, right?”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He lay me gently on one side of the bed, placed my overnight pack at the foot of the bed, then pulled down the covers on the other side. “Here, now.” He tapped the bare sheet.

I scurried over to that side, placing Kornie on the pillow beside me.

Colin then bent over my feet and began to take off my shoes and socks. Slowly, he undressed me. I let him because I wanted it. I wanted him to see me and be there for me like this, taking my clothes and putting them away. Treating me like his very own baby.

When I was down to my underwear, he looked me over. His eyebrows were severe, but his eyes were soft, his mouth upturned.

“Did you bring your pajamas?”

“Yes, Daddy. In my overnight bag.”

He grabbed it, opening it, and dumped everything out on the bed. Everything.

My cheeks got immediately hot. There were the wet wipes, and the unopened bag of diapers, the extra underwear and some plastic toy animals. Everything about me was exposed now. Not that Colin didn’t know, but it was different seeing it all piled up on the bed and me lying before him in only my underwear.

He looked up at me. “I’m honored that you came prepared.”

I flushed even hotter.

He picked up my rolled-up jammies and shook them out, smiling. “These are cute. They have little flying horses and hearts all over them. Are they your favorites?”

I nodded.

He held up the pants. “Lift your leg so I can put them on you.”

This was everything I’d ever wanted. A daddy to play with. A daddy to dress me. A daddy to care for me. I felt like my whole life, even the scary stuff with Griff, had been leading straight up to this moment.

Colin drew the pants up my legs, his fingertips touching my bare skin all the way up. I lifted my hips so he could get them up to my waist. My underwear bulged with my arousal.

He said nothing about it. He patted me on my shoulder, and I raised my arms so he could get the pullover pajama top on me.

When I was finally dressed for bed, he said, “Good boy.”

He tucked Kornie closer to my head, then pulled up the covers. “Too warm? Too cold?”

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