Page 31 of Daddy's Little Matchmaker

“Tired of the constant bombardment from social media, and tired of working their asses off day in and day out while never getting ahead financially. The just see it as an escape.”

Connor thought that over and nodded. “I get that. And being Little for an hour or two a night, or a weekend here and there, is the perfect way to decompress and reset for the next day or week.”

“I suppose,” she agreed.

Connor forged on with more kinky questions. “When you fantasize about being Little, what does that look like? And how old are we talking?”

“Honestly? I’m not sure. I would guess somewhere between six and ten, but I don’t have an exact age.”

“Maybe if you let yourself be Little for a while, you’ll be able to figure that out.”

“Maybe.”

“And what do you fantasize about doing when you’re Little?”

“I love coloring.”

Connor waited for a few seconds, but she didn’t offer any more. “That’s not a very specific fantasy. My ex always wanted to snuggle. Physical affection was important to her because her biological father wasn’t affectionate. Do you have any fantasies around the things you missed as a child?”

Tessica’s eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t think so. My parents are still around and married, and I don’t think my childhood was lacking.”

“Maybe as a twin, you subconsciously thought you didn’t get enough undivided attention?”

“I suppose that’s possible, but not something I’ve ever worried over or obsessed about.”

“Do you fantasize about being a princess who is spoiled and pampered?”

She frowned. “No. Definitely not.”

“Well, that’s refreshing.” Connor chuckled. “Maybe that’s a generational difference I hadn’t considered. A lot of the younger Littles I’ve played with really like that kind of thing.”

Tessica nodded. “I can imagine Gwen and Susan liking that, but I wouldn’t.”

“Do you fantasize about getting into trouble? Being scolded and punished?”

Tessica shook her head. “Not really. Maybe once in a while, but pain isn’t a turn-on for me. I think it’s more about positive attention, but not over-the-top praise. Just someone to either color with me, or sit with me while I color. And maybe comment on it once in a while so I know he’s there and focused on me.”

“Maybe someone to take care of you for a change?” he asked.

“What do you mean, for a change?”

“Didn’t you just say you didn’t want a Little because you spent so many years taking care of your husband and boys? What if I told you that you had to sit at the kitchen table and color while I made dinner for you? And then did the dishes without your help?”

She bit her lip. “I think I’d find it difficult not to help, but… it also sounds kind of exciting. And potentially frustrating. But not in a bad way.”

“What if I told you to watch a cartoon while I did the laundry for you? And then threatened a timeout if you tried to help?”

Her eyes opened wider momentarily. Then she nodded and gave him a breathy, “I’d like that.”

“I’d like that, too,” he admitted.

The waiter came by with new plates. “Niçoise Salad.” He frowned at the half-eaten bowls of sorbet and said, “Are you done with the sorbet?”

Connor nodded. “We’re done. We want to save room for the rest of the food.”

“Very good, sir.” He took the melting sorbet away.

“This looks good,” Tessica said. “Is this tuna on top?”

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