Page 48 of Maddox

We lay in silence for a few moments, his hand stroking my hair gently. I gathered my courage, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it.

"Daddy?" I whispered.

"Yes, princess?"

"I... I want..." The words stuck in my throat. How did I ask for this? I'd never had to before.

His hand stilled in my hair. "What is it, sweetheart? You can tell Daddy anything."

I bit my lip, suddenly shy. "I wanted to try something."

His hand came up to cup my cheek gently. "And what might that be?"

I gathered my courage. "Special touches," I murmured. "I think...I think I'm ready for them. If you want to."

Daddy studied my face carefully. "I want nothing more, but are you sure, Clare? There's no rush."

I nodded, more certain with each passing second. "I'm sure. I trust you, Daddy."

He smiled then, warm and tender. "Thank you for telling me what you want, princess. That's very brave."

He leaned in and kissed me properly then, his lips soft but insistent against mine. I melted into his kiss, my body responding with an eagerness that surprised me. His tongue traced my lower lip, asking for entrance, and I opened to him willingly, a small sigh escaping me. His hand slid down to my waist, warm and steady, anchoring me to him. My body felt like it was waking up after a long hibernation, every nerve ending suddenly alive and tingling. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were darker, more intense.

"Special touches are very important, princess," he said softly. "And they're something we need to be very sure about. Can you tell me what kind of special touches you're thinking of?"

I felt my cheeks flush hot. "I...I want you to touch me...everywhere," I whispered. "And I want to touch you too."

Daddy smiled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "We can explore that, sweetheart. But first, I need to know—are you feeling Little right now, or more like your adult self?"

I considered this question carefully. "Both, I think? I feel safe and protected like when I'm Little, but I also feel...grown-up feelings."

He nodded thoughtfully. "That's important for me to know. Special touches are for when you're feeling more grown-up, even if you still want Daddy to take care of you."

"Is that okay?" I asked hesitantly.

"It's perfectly okay," he assured me. "Many Littles feel both ways at different times. The important thing is that we're clear about what we both want and how we're feeling."

Daddy's eyes had darkened, but I could see he was still holding himself in careful control.

"I want to do this right, princess," he murmured, brushing his thumb across my lower lip. "And that means taking our time. Is that okay?"

I nodded, though part of me wanted to rush headlong into whatever was building between us. "Yes, Daddy."

He smiled, pressing another gentle kiss to my forehead. "Good girl. How about we start slow? Just touching and kissing, nothing more for now. And you tell Daddy if anything doesn't feel good, or if you want to stop."

"I will," I promised, my heart racing with anticipation.

Daddy shifted, rolling us gently so I was lying on my back with him propped up beside me. His hand skimmed lightly down my side, coming to rest on my hip.

"May I touch you under your shirt, princess?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers through me.

"Yes, please," I whispered.

His warm hand slid beneath my t-shirt, resting on my bare stomach. I gasped at the contact, my skin prickling with goosebumps.

Daddy's hand was warm against my skin, his touch gentle but confident. He traced slow circles on my stomach, each movement sending tingles of pleasure through me. I arched slightly into his touch, wanting more.

"So beautiful," he murmured, leaning down to kiss me again. This kiss was deeper, hungrier, and I responded in kind, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair.

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