Page 81 of Accepting Love

I have no idea what his goal is, but I don’t say anything because I know he has a plan, and I trust him.

I’m surprised when he puts lace panties on me and then a sexy lace bra. I’m doubly shocked when he adds what can only be described as a little black dress. It’s sexy and chic, but still in a style that I would wear. It’s short, but not as short as most of the Little girl dresses he puts me in. It’s got lace around the hem, the short sleeves, and the neckline. It would flow out if I twirled.

He adds my favorite black ballet flats and then gathers the front of my hair in a sparkly silver clip on top of my head. He doesn’t give me makeup, but he does add lip gloss to my lips.

I want to ask about a thousand questions, but I hold my tongue. I’ll wait and see. Whatever we’re doing, it’s obviously going to be special. I wonder if we’re leaving Blossom Ridge. That seems unlikely at this time of night, but anything is possible.

“You look like an angel,” Daddy tells me before he takes my hand and guides me down the stairs and into the library. “Be right back,” he tells me after seating me in a chair in the middle of the room.

I’m perplexed when he disappears.

The others start arriving, and I remain in the chair where Daddy put me. I’m baffled by the fact that the other Littles—Leah, Amy, and Giana—haven’t changed clothes. Just me. We’re obviously not going to leave The Ridge.

And then Lucy comes in last. She’s also dressed in adult attire, only she’s far more adult than I’ve ever been. She has on a silk blouse, a pencil skirt, and black pumps. Her hair is in a gorgeous updo, and she’s wearing makeup.

I’m so confused.

The room is quiet except for soft murmuring as my three Little friends sit on the floor, all of them on their best behavior. Their Daddies sit behind them on the various armchairs and loveseat.

Master Roman comes in next. He’s wearing a suit and tie, and he takes a place next to Lucy, standing near me. He smiles and kisses her on the cheek. “You look lovely, Blossom.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

A throat clearing at the entrance to the room has all of us turning to see Daddy entering. My breath hitches. He also has on a suit and tie. I’ve never seen him dressed like this. He’s so handsome. Mouthwatering.

I’m glad I’m sitting because I’m trembling. My seated position in the middle of the room is awkward though. I’m on display. Everyone is watching and waiting in anticipation. I’m obviously the star of this show, but I didn’t get a script.

I reach nervously to finger the beads at my neck, but they’re gone. Daddy took them off with my Little clothes. I wish I had them to toy with, or at least the bracelet to snap on my wrist. How did I become so attached to the costume jewelry in one day?

Daddy glides slowly toward us, his gaze on me and no one else. I can’t read his expression. It’s serious but pleased. His brow is slightly furrowed, but his mouth is also turned up.

When Daddy gets to me, he holds out a hand. “Stand, Caro.”

I rise to my feet as he rubs my knuckles with his thumb. When I glance around, I get the oddest feeling, like we’re at a wedding. I’m the bride, Zane is the groom. Master Roman and Lucy are officiating. The others are our guests.

That’s not reasonable of course. We aren’t getting married. A person can’t get married without a license. Besides, it’s customary to ask someone to marry you before arriving at the altar. I shake the absurd thought from my head.

Master Roman speaks first. “Carolina…” He smiles at me. “The reason we’re gathered here this evening is because your Daddy would like to collar you.”

I gasp and glance at Daddy.

He’s smiling and he strokes my cheek with his fingers. “I’d like you to be mine, Carolina Fraser. I know it’s not legal or binding in any way, but in my eyes wearing my collar is a more solid union than any other ceremony could be.”

I can’t breathe. I’ve never even thought of being collared before this morning when it felt like he’d collared me with the pink jewelry.

Daddy continues. “I was so moved this morning when you were sitting below me accepting my gift. You were too. Tears came to your eyes. The pink costume jewelry was only meant to make you smile, but I immediately saw that it meant much more than that to you. You haven’t stopped touching it all day. However, it also pulls you into a deep Little space, compounding the main problem we’re facing.”

I don’t think I’ve blinked a single time as he’s spoken.

“It was Lucy’s idea,” he says with a grin. “I’m hoping that if I present you with a proper collar—the sort that can be worn in vanilla society—you’ll be able to feel the connection to me when we’re out in a more adult way.”

I swallow. My knees are weak.

“You will always be my submissive, Caro. All the time. No matter where we are. You’ll defer to me because it’s what you crave and need. In return I promise to always put your needs first and ensure you’re protected emotionally and physically no matter where we are.”

A tear escapes down my cheek. I’m so emotional I’m afraid I might literally collapse.

Kingston continues to stroke my cheek, holding my gaze as Master Roman hands him a black jewelry box. It looks very luxurious and expensive, and Daddy releases my cheek to lift the lid, showing me the contents.

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