Page 44 of Impressing Brett

Blade chuckles. “Pushing her? I think that ship sailed. You picked her up from Colt’s four nights ago and moved her into your home. Fast doesn’t even begin to describe the speed of your relationship. But I don’t blame you. When you know, you know. Why fuck around?”

I’m glad the guys get it, and none of them are judging me because Blade hit the nail on the head. We’re moving at warp speed because she’s mine. She might be unwilling to fully concede that’s the case, but deep inside, she knows. When she’s ready, we’ll break her lease. When she’s ready, I’ll be dropping those three little words always hovering on the tip of my tongue.

Because I’m head over heels in love with this woman. Both her feisty adult and her Little. She’s mine. I’m a lucky bastard.

I glance at my phone and see that it’s already time to get out of here. I didn’t realize how long I’ve been scanning through information. By this point, I’m pretty sure I know more about the Rutherfords than they know about themselves.

Blade stands. “You better get home before Lacy does. I’ll see you both tonight at Surrender.”

I quickly shut down my computer and hurry out the door.

“I can’t believe places like this really exist,” Lacy whispers in my ear.

We’ve paused next to a Shibari station to watch a ropes master work his magic. His submissive for the evening is trussed up into the air. “It’s like a work of art,” I murmur into Lacy’s ear.

“Yeah. It really is,” she breathes. She meets my gaze. “Are you planning to do that to me?”

I shake my head, wrap my arms around her, and draw her away from the scene. “No, Little lamb. I’m not trained in Shibari. If you ever find yourself interested, I can either line someone else up to do it for you or take some lessons.”

She gasps. “I wouldn’t want anyone besides you to tie me up, Daddy.”

Good. I’m not fond of the idea either, but I wouldn’t deny Lacy anything. Ever. “Ready to go check out the daycare area? I bet there are a lot of Littles there by now.”

“Are you going to stay with me?” She clutches my arm.

I love that she clings to me. It will never get old. “I’m going to stay with you for as long as you’d like. I can even sit at the table and color with you if you want. When you’re ready for me to disappear, just say the word, and I’ll leave you to play with your friends. I won’t go far, though. I’ll watch from the other side of the half wall.”

I’ve been coming to Surrender for years. I’ve participated in many different scenes in every corner of this club. Being a Daddy, I’ve always been drawn to the daycare more often than any other station, but suddenly, I can’t imagine ever caring to participate in any aspect of the kink world without Lacy. I have no interest in touching another submissive. My hands belong on Lacy. No one else.

She’s trembling as I lead her to the daycare. As soon as we step into view, Eve comes rushing forward. She has several of her entourage with her. Even Lucy is here tonight. She and her husband, Roman, are the owners of the club. Cindy and Britney are also right behind her.

As soon as we step into the daycare, Eve gives Lacy a big hug from the side even though Lacy still has her arm around mine. “You’re here. I’m so glad you came.” She turns around, holding Lacy’s hand while using the other to point out her friends. “This is Lucy, Cindy, and Britney.”

Lacy gives each of the girls a wave, still clinging to me. It’s hard to keep my chest from pumping out. I will never tire of her clinging to me. Trusting me. Turning her care over to me. It’s a precious gift.

Lacy turns toward me, rises up onto her tiptoes, and pulls my head down so she can whisper in my ear. “You were right. Thank you, Daddy.”

I kiss her temple. “You’re welcome, Little lamb.”

I know what she’s talking about. Her outfit. It was difficult for her to decide whether she wanted to come to the club in Little attire or not. I know it was hard to leap in the way she has. I’m not sure the average person could have done so. But my sweet girl is wearing a baby-blue dress with smocking across the chest. It’s the exact sort of dress a three-year-old would wear. It’s barely long enough to cover her bottom, and I put frilly white panties on her underneath. Completing the outfit are frilly white socks folded at her ankles and white tennis shoes.

“I love your dress,” Lucy says. She’s dressed similarly. I knew she would be. She always is. Roman is one of the strictest Daddies I’ve ever met. Very controlling. I know it was a challenge for Lucy to get him to let her go to work when she finished college. She eventually won the battle, and Roman lets her go to work in a fully adult headspace like Eve and Lacy, but I also know that when she steps in the door after work, she is one very Little girl with strict rules.

“Yours is super pretty, too,” Lacy whispers. “All of you have pretty dresses,” she says as she shifts her attention from one girl to the next.

“We were just coloring. Do you want to join us?” Eve asks.

She glances at me.

I point toward the table where the girls were sitting before we arrived. “I can come sit with you, or I can wait here. It’s up to you.”

She chews on her lower lip for a moment, pondering her options carefully. “I think I can go without you, Daddy. You’ll watch me, though?”

“Won’t take my eyes off you, Little lamb.” I pat her bottom and give her a nudge. How the hell could I ever take my gaze off her?

I’m mesmerized as she skips across the room with the other girls. She glances back at me every few seconds, but she’s smiling. She looks carefree and happy.

Colton joins me at the half wall, resting his elbows on the top. “She’s adjusting well.”

---