Page 61 of Defended
Chapter 20
The morning with Melody went well. Kawan woke up before her, his body curled around hers in a spooning position, which he decided to take advantage of. Perfectly vanilla but highly enjoyable, especially because she was so soft and sleepy at the beginning. By the end, she was bucking back against him, her hand over his as he played with her clit, giving her a very good morning wake-up call.
Then he got her dressed in a ruffled dress with ruffled panties, although the style was enough to make her ‘older’ than she’d been last night. She had fun twirling in front of the mirror and then coloring while he got breakfast ready. After they ate, he did her hair in two curly ponytails and then they played games until he needed to get lunch ready. He smiled to see her going right back to the princess coloring book he’d gotten for her—it was obviously one of her favorite activities already.
Following lunch time, she was agreeable to changing and ‘growing’ a little bit more. The dress he put her in didn’t have any ruffles and it wasn’t quite as childish. The dress was lavender with a white collar and had a dark purple belt around the waist that tied with a bow in the front. The skirt fell to just above her knees and he put her in little Mary Jane flats, but left off the socks this time. He’d chosen it deliberately because the style wouldn't stand out in a crowd. Unfortunately, Melody disagreed and that’s where they ran into the difficulty.
“I can’t wear this out in public!” Her voice had changed from the higher, little girl’s voice she’d been using to a woman’s. She whirled around, away from the mirror, two bright pink spots on her cheeks. Kawan raised his eyebrows at her change in tone, giving her a Daddy look.
“Why not? You look adorable.” He kept his voice mostly neutral with just a slight warning.
“I look like I’m ten.” She jutted her chin up as if daring him to contradict the exaggeration. And itwasan exaggeration. She didn’t actually look like a ten-year-old, even if the dress was something that could pass as part of a ten-year-old’s wardrobe. It also was something that could pass in an adult’s wardrobe—although, from what he’d seen of her clothing, it wasn’t something she would wear as an adult.
Kawan tilted his head at her. “You were perfectly fine with the dress a few minutes ago.”
“That was before you told me you wanted to go somewhere!” Her lips were mulish, pouty. Interestingly, the more she argued with him, the more she regressed again. Her voice was becoming higher and her foot jerked a little, like she’d been about to stomp it.
“Do you want to spend all weekend inside with just each other?” he asked, trying not to feel upset about the idea. Just because he’d planned some enjoyable outings didn’t mean she’d be ready for it, and he did want to be sensitive to how new she was to all of this. Although eventually she’d have to get used to the idea. They’d have adult dates too, but he enjoyed doing little dates just as much if not more sometimes. “I wanted to take you somewhere fun, but—”
“This is stupid!” she interrupted him, clenching her fists. “You’re stupid!” With that shocking reaction, she ran out of the door of her bedroom, and he could hear her footsteps pounding down the hall and down the stairs.
Flummoxed, Kawan went very still, listening.
The front door never opened. Which meant she was downstairs somewhere. Possibly hiding.
Ah. So she wasn’t going to call her safe word, this was just another testing of boundaries.
Well, he had just the medicine for that.
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Why did I do that?Why did I call him stupid? Oh my god, I’m in so much trouble!
Melody’s heart was pounding as she tiptoed through the living room, her eyes frantically scanning for a good place to hide. She didn’t know what had come over her. He’d put on her shoes and then had said she was ready to go out… and then she’d asked where and he’d said it was a surprise, and she’d panicked.
Out? Where people could see her? Whereanyonecould see her? She’d had a sudden flash of running into people she knew, like Lisa or Katherine, or, even worse, McCready… worst of all would be Peggy. She might sink into the ground and die of shame if Peggy saw her dressed like this.
Peggy would know Melody had never worn anything like this since they’d met. It wasn’t her style at all.
That she actually really liked the dress didn’t make a difference,adultMelody would never have bought it.
Maybe adult Melody is the stoo-pid one.
That was entirely possible. All she could think about now was that Daddy was probably really mad at her. Maybe he wouldn’t even want to be her Daddy anymore. She’d simultaneously rejected and insulted him at the same time.
See? Stoo-pid.
Was he even going to come after her?
Melody froze. She might not need to hide. Why would Daddy look for someone who acted like she didn’t want to be his little girl?
But I do!
Biting her lower lip, she glanced over her shoulder, back toward the hall where the stairway was. No sign of Daddy. Maybe if she begged his forgiveness, he wouldn’t be mad? He would understand that she was nervous. She was pretty sure that he’d even started to offer staying home. But that made her feel bad because he obviously had planned to take her out and she didn’t want to disappoint him.
Dragging her feet slightly, she tiptoed back to the stairway. Because of the wall there, she couldn’t see up the stairs until she was right in front of it, and the moment she turned the corner, Daddy swooped in. Melody shrieked as she found herself upended over his shoulder and being carried up the stairs—and not in the romantic way he’d done last night.
“Little girl, you are in so much trouble.”
