Page 25 of Accepting Love

“Bath or shower?”

“Usually a bath,” I murmur.

“Bubbles?”

I giggle. “Of course.”

He laughs. “Duh. Do you have bath toys?”

I nod. “Some,” I whisper, shifting my weight back and forth. This conversation is weird. I’m a grown woman. I feel like I’m revealing too much.

He cups my face. “Look at me, Little one.”

I raise my gaze.

“I know you’re Little. I’d be surprised if your room didn’t reflect that. I’m glad you let yourself live authentically in your space. There’s no reason to be embarrassed with me. I’m the real deal. The full Daddy package.”

I chew on the corner of my bottom lip and nod.

He slides his hand into my hair. “What I’d really love to do right now is take over. I’d like to give you a bath, put your nightgown on you, brush your teeth, and help you into bed.”

My heart is pitter-pattering. In my perfect world in my wildest most unlikely dreams, I want the same thing. But it’s a huge step. Not just because he’ll see me naked but because I’ll be vulnerable and Little and also aroused and needy.

“I’ll keep my clothes on, Little one. I promise. We’re not introducing sex into our lives tonight. Just be Little for me and let me guide you.” He’s petting my head.

“No one’s…” My voice trails off.

“I know, Little one. No one’s seen you naked. No one’s taken care of you the way you crave. No one’s been in your personal space so intimately. Can you let me in? I want to be that man, that Daddy, for you.”

“I’m nervous. I…” I swallow. I need to be honest. He’s shown no judgment toward me. I want to trust him. “Is it weird that I’m aroused?”

“Nope. Everyone is different. Some Little girls keep their Little separate. Some do not. In your mind when you fantasize, does your Little get aroused?”

I nod slowly.

“Then that might happen in real life. We’ll find out. If it does, we’ll work with it. If not, you might feel more comfortable mixing sex with only your adult space.”

“Does it matter to you?”

“Not a bit. I’m going to dominate you either way. It’s who I am. If you’re in your Little headspace, I’ll Daddy you. If you’re feeling older, I’ll still dominate you.”

“Okay.” That sounds nice. I certainly don’t want him to stop dominating me. It’s comforting. It’s natural. My nerves are simply a product of the newness of everything. I know they will ease when I know what to expect from him.

He eases me back a foot or so and stands, taking my hand to lead me to my attached bathroom. It’s one of my favorite rooms in the house with a large claw-footed bathtub, white tiles, and white cabinets and counters. My towels are fluffy and pink.

Kingston keeps one hand in mine as he leans over to put the stopper in the tub and turn on the water. He adjusts it a few times before sitting on the toilet seat and drawing me close again.

He bends down to remove my shoes first and then reaches for the hem of my dress. “Let me see you, Caro.” He eases it over my head and lets it fall to the floor at his side as his breath hitches.

I shiver.

He pulls me between his legs, hands on my hips, and lets his gaze roam. His breaths are shallow and he licks his lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he says reverently. “So delicate and glamorous at the same time. I love the pink lace. It’s feminine and reflects your adult persona perfectly. Do you have a lot of lace bra and panty sets?”

I shake my head. “A few,” I murmur. “Who would I wear them for?”

He smiles. “We’ll get you more. But…” He narrows his gaze. “They are for grownup Carolina. Not for Hannah. Not for in the house. Not for when we’re alone. Concerts and date nights. Trips out of the house.”

I swallow hard and nod. “Yes, Sir.”

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