Page 38 of Stripping Little Seraphina
When we stopped in front of my cabin, her brows furrowed. “Wait. We’re going here?”
Her suspicion made me smile. “You’ll see.”
Inside, I steered her toward the guest room I’d spent the better part of my free time preparing this week. The door opened, and I stepped back, letting her walk in first. Watching her face change was worth every second I’d spent getting it ready.
Her mouth parted in shock. “Daddy…”
The room wasn’t much in size, but it was perfect for her. Beanbags on the floor. A desk tucked in the corner with a lamp and a stack of blank notebooks. A bookshelf lined with young adult novels, comics, and a few romance paperbacks I suspected she’d secretly devour. Strings of soft lights framed the walls, casting everything in a cozy glow.
And then, the ceiling.
“Wait,” I said softly, drawing the blinds closed before flipping on the projector lamp. Stars burst across the ceiling in blues and purples, constellations stretching over her head. A whole galaxy just for her.
She froze, hand pressed to her chest. Her voice shook. “You did this… for me?”
The tears welled in her eyes before she could blink them away, and something deep in me tugged tight. I reached for her hand, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles. “I wanted to give you a safe space. Somewhere you can be… Little. Unapologetically. Somewhere that’s yours.”
Her lip trembled, and I felt it then—that ache of wanting to scoop her up, tuck her against me, and never let her worry about being too much again.
I steadied my voice, even though my chest was anything but steady. “I was thinking. During the week, you stay in your suite, focus on your classes, on your training, on yourself. I’ll keep things structured. I’ll be your mentor. But on the weekends…” I gestured around the room, stars spinning above us. “On the weekends, we build this. You and me. Play. Exploration. Growth. Together.”
Her breath hitched, her gaze snapping to mine like she wasn’t sure she’d heard right. “So… I’d stay here? With you?”
“On the weekends.” I squeezed her hand, firm but gentle. “It balances us both. Discipline during the week. Connection during the weekend. It gives us space to grow without burning out. I think it could be good for you. For us.”
For a second, she was silent, staring at the stars as if the answer might be written among them. Then she exhaled, voice cracking. “I… I want that.”
A slow smile pulled at my lips. Relief. Triumph. Something warmer than both. I tugged her into my arms, lowering my mouth to her hair. “Good girl.”
Her body melted against mine, curvy and trembling, and I held her tighter. This—this was what Audrey had never wanted. She’d rejected the pull of her own Littleness, refused to be cared for. But Sera… Sera leaned in. She wanted it. Needed it. And God, it felt so damn good to be the one she trusted enough to give it to her.
Sera pulled me over to the large bean bag and she patted where she wanted me to sit. I did and leaned back on it so it resembled a recliner. Sera crawled into my lap and laid with me. We stared up at the ceiling watching the stars twinkle.
Her body was still warm against mine, her head tucked under my chin, when she looked up at me. Her eyes were shining in the glow of the star projector, wide and uncertain but burning too.
I didn’t move. I waited. Let her decide.
And she did.
One second she was staring at me like she was memorizing the shape of my face, and the next she was straddling me on the beanbag. Her mouth crashed against mine, clumsy and desperate, but I groaned anyway—because I’d wanted this just as badly.
I gripped her ass, pulling her closer, letting her feel how much I approved. She whimpered into my mouth, and I rewarded her with two sharp spanks over the pleated skirt she’d chosen earlier.
“Ahh—” She broke the kiss, breathless. “Daddy?—”
“Shhh,” I growled against her lips before taking them again. Her kiss got hotter, wetter, until she was grinding herself against me like she couldn’t stop if she tried. I let her. I held her in place, guiding the rhythm, feeding her hunger with mine.
We made out until both of us were flushed and panting, until the stars overhead blurred from how tightly she was clutching me. Then, at last, she stilled, forehead pressed to mine.
“There’s no bed in here,” she whispered, her voice husky and teasing at once.
I laughed, the sound low in my throat. “You think I’d make you sleep on a beanbag?” Standing, I lifted her easily into my arms. Her squeak made me grin. “Come on, babygirl. Let me show you where you’ll really be sleeping.”
Her arms locked around my neck, and I carried her down the short hall into my master bedroom. Big bed, soft sheets, everything crisp and clean. I set her down gently on the edge and opened the dresser.
Inside, folded neatly, were a few pairs of soft cotton pajamas and fuzzy slippers. I pulled one of them out and set them on the bed beside her. “These are yours. For here. You don’t come to my cabin without age appropriate clothes.”
Her eyes went wide. She touched the fabric like it was something precious. “You… bought these for me?”
