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“No, babygirl. I’m glad you found your true self and are honoring it. Most people would choose to hide from the world, stuff their Little side down and avoid nurturing it.”

“I didn’t think either my father or you would judge me… since I saw you two…”

“You’re right. I would never judge you, and your father didn’t either. I assume that’s why you felt comfortable enough to live somewhat openly at home.”

She nods slightly. “Somewhatopenly. It felt weird really being my true self, so I tamped it down some. After all, he was my father.”

“I can understand that. I don’t want you to feel like you need to hide here. Be who you are, babygirl.” Her heart races under my forearms.

After a minute, she whispers, “Will you… help me?”

Chapter Four

Naomi

It’s so hard to put myself out there like this, but it feels right. Everything feels right. Dagger is holding me in his arms, making me feel things I’ve never felt before. Cherished, loved, protected… sexy.

I hope it’s real and I’m not misreading the cues. I’ve spent years thinking about Dagger being my Daddy. Just because he’s being kind to me doesn’t mean he sees me the same way.

It’s also possible he would be willing to Daddy me without feeling anything sexual toward me. I’ve done my research. There are plenty of Littles who enjoy living a regressed lifestyle without including sex, and there are plenty of caregivers who enjoy nurturing Littles without sexual feelings.

I don’t want to risk rocking this boat too hard. It’s all going better than I expected. I don’t want to push him and cause everything to blow up in my face. Maybe he’s being kind. He knows I’m Little, so he thinks heshouldDaddy me. If he doesn’t have thoughts that go beyond that, perhaps I can change his mind over time.

He leans down and nuzzles my ear. “How do you want me to help you, Naomi? Spell it out.”

My breath hitches as I tip my head to the side, loving the warmth of his breath against my skin. Goosebumps rise all over me.

When I don’t answer fast enough—mostly because I’m now focused on the hairs standing up on my neck—he slides his hands down my arms and clasps one of my hands in his. “Come.”

I let him guide me out of the room and back to the great room. He points toward the sofa and releases me. “Sit.”

My heart pounds as I absorb his orders and obey him. I would obey him for the rest of my life if he’d let me.

He pads over to the kitchen and starts pulling things out of the fridge. “When was the last time you ate, babygirl?” he calls out, glancing at me.

“I, uh…” I think back on this morning. I was rushing to get to the airport early. With the time change, it’s not even noon here, but it’s midafternoon for me. “Last night, I had fast food.”

He glances at me again. “That’s about to change, babygirl. I’ll be doing the cooking, and I expect you to eat.”

“Yes, Sir.” I clench my thighs together. I’m sitting awkwardly rigid on the edge of the couch. My panties have been wet since I jumped into his arms. The situation isn’t improving, but it’s not like I could easily rush into my bedroom, whip open my suitcases, and change. Not without him questioning me.

I flinch when Dagger turns on the blender, filling the silence with the loud whirling. I wonder what he’s making, but I don’t have to speculate for long. A minute later, he brings me a large cup.

I suck in a breath as he hands it to me. It’s a sippy cup. I glance at him as I take it. Tears well up in my eyes. I don’t want them to fall. Why am I about to cry?

Dagger takes the seat diagonal from me in an armchair. He crosses his legs casually, leans on one elbow, and rubs his chin. “It’s a smoothie, babygirl. It’s packed with nutrients. Drink all of it.”

“I’ve never used a sippy cup before,” I say as I stare at the lid.

“I bet there’s a lot of things you haven’t tried before.”

He’s right.

“You realized you were Little, but you’ve never had a caregiver, and even though you were comfortable enough to admit your ageplay preference to your father, getting deeper into the role would have been awkward in his home.”

I’m stunned by how well Dagger understands me. I nod.

“Words, babygirl,” he reminds me.

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