Page 19 of Tilly's Tutus
“I’ll have to go shopping and buy you some proper tub toys for next time,” Carter said, returning her hug with a solid warm embrace of his own.
“I can bring the ones I have at home,” she said without thinking.
She froze when she realized what she’d said. They had not spoken of anything beyond the weekend and here she was hinting about moving her bath toys in.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered when he did not say anything.
He leaned back and used two fingers to raise her chin until she was forced to look at him. “Sorry about what, little dancer?”
Tilly’s face burned as she tried to avoid looking into his eyes. But he didn’t release her chin until she met his gaze. “I shouldn’t be talking about bringing my toys over. It’s too soon to assume you might want to spend time with me after the weekend.”
She dropped her gaze to his chin, not able to continue looking into his brown eyes.
“No, no, no. Look at Papa,” he said in a deep gentle tone as he gave her a squeeze.
Lifting her gaze, she did not see disapproval or anger in his eyes, but instead they were soft and loving. “I’m not going to get tired of you, Tilly. I know we only met yesterday, but I already know that you’re the Little girl I’ve been searching for. But who knows, maybe you’ll change your mind by Sunday evening and not want me to be your Papa.”
Tilly shook her head. “No, Papa, that won’t happen. You’re a perfect Papa and I’d kick my own ass if I let you get away,” she said.
“No cursing,” Carter said as he smacked his hard hand down on her ass twice.
“Owie!” she cried as she danced within his embrace. “Sorry, Papa.”
“Good girl. Now, let’s go have hot chocolate.”
“And cookies?” she looked up at him with hope in her eyes.
Carter smiled down at her as he lifted her to sit on his hip. “I think there might possibly be a box of cookies in the pantry. If not, I’ll make you some cinnamon toast instead.”
“Cimmanon toast? What’s that?” Tilly relaxed into her Little persona.
“You’ve never had cinnamon toast? Oh, we’ll have to remedy that immediately, though maybe we should wait until morning. Too much sugar isn’t good for a Little girl so late at night.”
“Papa, it’s not that late, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep without trying cinnamon toast tonight.”
Carter looked doubtful, but once he carried her into the kitchen and set her on the counter, he dropped two slices of bread into the toaster before stirring the pot simmering on the stove.
In just a few minutes, they were sitting at the counter sipping a mugs of hot chocolate and eating toast spread with butter and sprinkled with cinnamon- sugar. Afterward, Carter tucked theminto bed, turned on another dinosaur movie and cuddled her until she fell asleep.
Carter woke to gentle fingers tracing over the tattoo on his left chest. He smiled as she traced the S and then kissed it.
“My hero,” she whispered before laying gentle kisses down his chest and belly to the waistband of his shorts.
When her hand stroked over his cloth-covered cock, it inflated so quickly he wondered if there was any blood left in his brain. When her fingers slipped under the waistband, he took hold of her hand and pulled it away from his body.
Then he tilted his head and looked down at her with a sleepy smile. “Whatcha doing, little dancer?”
She blinked and looked guilty for a moment before grinning up at him from where her head lay on his lower chest. “Playing, Papa.”
“And did Papa say you could play with his body?”
She frowned and gave another of her dramatic sighs. “No, Papa. But it is today and not yesterday anymore so I thought I’d give you something to smile about when you woke up, but you woke up too soon.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault that you’re playing with Papa’s body without permission?”
Tilly blinked twice before she nodded solemnly. “Uh-huh. If you’d let me keep playing, you would have liked it a whole lot. And it wouldn’t have mattered if I had permission to play or not.”
“Really. You don’t think playing with Daddy’s body while he’s sleeping is just a little naughty?”
