Page 47 of Accepting Love

“I’ve known most of them for a long time. They’re good people. They would never out you. I think it would do us both good if we spent a week immersed in age play. Except when you’re practicing, you would defer to me at all times. I know that’s not much different than how we’ll interact here in the house, but it’s a different environment. More relaxed. A vacation spot. And you’d have other Little girls to interact with in a full-time situation. I think it would be good for you.”

She plays with the front of my shirt again. “It’s scary, Daddy.”

“I know, but sometimes I’m going to ask you to step out of your comfort zone and try something new. I’ll never lead you into a situation I have not fully vetted. I promise to protect you with my life. Not just physically, but emotionally. I know you’re sensitive. I also know you’ve kept your Little side very reclusive for many years except for a few hours a week at Surrender. How about if you give Blossom Ridge a try?”

“I’ve heard it’s so much fun. Giana and Kendric went there once. I was jealous.”

I smile. “Then what do you say?”

“Are you sure there won’t be any other guests?”

“That’s what Craig said. I will confirm with him and ask him not to take any other reservations.”

“Giana’s my friend, and I’ve never told her my real identity. What if her feelings are hurt or she’s mad?”

“I don’t think Giana has the personality to be mad at you, angel. I bet she’ll understand. Club rules allow you to be a member anonymously. You’re not the only member using a fake name reserved for your Little’s persona.”

“Is Giana her real name?”

“I think so, but I can’t imagine her holding it against you, angel.” I slide my hands up higher on her sides under her T-shirt until my fingers are splayed across her back and my thumbs graze the undersides of her breasts.

She arches her chest toward me and gasps. “Daddy… You’re not playing fair.”

I grin. “I told you this morning I never intend to. I’m the Daddy. I don’t have to play fair. My job is to keep you safe, fed, housed, and ensure you know you’re loved. Sometimes fair will mean your bottom is bright pink and you’re reluctant to sit down. Sometimes fair will involve you standing in the corner in a timeout. Sometimes fair will look like an early bedtime with no stories and no orgasms.”

She squirms on my lap, whimpering. “Daddy…” I love that tone. The needy one that tells me she’s struggling to focus on my words because I’m distracting her with my hands.

I pull my hands out of her shirt and cup her face, looking her in the eyes. “What do you say about Blossom Ridge?”

“I guess we could go.”

I lower my hands to her sides and tickle her under her arms, making her wiggle and laugh. “You guess?”

“Yeah, I guess.” She tries to break free of me, but I slide one hand to her lower back and prevent her escape.

“I’m going to need a more definitive answer, angel.” I tickle under her chin.

She scrunches up her shoulders, giggling. “Fine. I’ll go. Daddy, stop. You’re going to make me pee myself.”

I slide my hand down under her arm, my thumb in her armpit, threatening to tickle her in the most sensitive spot. “Try that one more time. Something more along the lines ofyes, Daddy, I would love to go to Blossom Ridge with you for a week.”

When I wiggle my thumb, she bucks against me in vain. Finally, she sits very still. “Yes, Daddy, I would love to go to Blossom Ridge with you for a week.”

I remove my thumb and slide that hand around to link my fingers together at the small of her back. “That’s better. I’ll make some calls and get everything arranged.”

“Okay.” Her voice is small. She’s still uncertain. I hope I’m not pushing her too hard too fast. On the one hand, she did hire me to fix the acoustic issue in her music room. She was bound to be displaced at some point for the renovations even if I hadn’t been the one to show up.

On the other hand, she’s skittish about her Little side. I know she’s nervous. I don’t want to make things worse. I want her to find a balance, a comfortable place, a blend of her personas she can live in harmony with.

I tip her chin back and kiss her. I can’t stop kissing her. I love the way she leans into me and the soft moan that escapes her lips every time as if she’s immediately drawn under a spell.

I’m good with that. I like her soft and willing in my arms.

I have to force myself to break the contact or I’ll end up spreading her out on this desk and dragging her pants off. My voice is husky when I say, “Let’s go eat lunch, angel.” I set my forehead against hers, not releasing her or making any move to act on my words.

I still can’t believe I’m here. This is Hannah. My Hannah. The woman I’ve longed to hold for two years. The Little girl who is making my life complete.

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