“About what comes next. For you. For us.”
The corners of her lips dipped down into a frown and her gaze shifted away from his. “I don’t know.”
“That’s why we’re going to talk about it. Specifically, we need to discuss your living arrangements.”
“What about them?”
Despite the pounding of his heart in his chest, he forced his tone to stay relaxed and casual. “Well, it seems silly for you to spend the extra money on an apartment when I have more than enough room at my place. And my house is a good bit closer to your new job, so you’d be saving money on commuting costs as well.”
“Really?” Pure joy lit her expression. “You want me to move in with you?”
“Nothing would make me happier, babygirl.”
At the pet name, the corners of her lips dipped down into a thoughtful frown. “Does that mean I’d have to live as a Little all the time?”
“Do you want to be Little?” It wasn’t, he’d come to realize, as much of a sacrifice as he’d thought it would be. As long as he could be her Daddy, the rest was just window dressing. So, he’d leave it to her to decide.
“I don’t know,” she answered softly, worry filling her eyes.
“Well. I know you enjoyed some parts of being Little. Like coloring and playing with the kitchen set.”
“I did… I’m not crazy about the clothes, though. Some of them are cute but I don’t think I want to dress that way all the time.”
“How about this. You can be Little as often as you want to be. Maybe we can set up a special codeword that will let me know when you’re ready to be Little for a bit. But other than that, you can be Big the rest of the time.”
“But you want a Little girl. I don’t want you to give up on what you want and need for me.”
Pushing up out of the chair and swinging her into his arms all in one move, he carried her to the bed. “What I want is you, Julia Simmons.” With her stretched out atop the comforter, he climbed up between her spread thighs, lowering his head to capture her lips with his own. Everything he felt for her, the need, the want, the love, he poured into that kiss.
They were both breathless by the time he pulled away, and the doubt had cleared from her expression. “You are mine, babygirl. Mine to care for. Mine to punish. Mine to love and cherish. As long as I have that, what more could I possibly need?”
Julia
The words she knew he wanted from her tangled in her chest. Unable to force them past her lips, she reached up, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him down for another soul-stealing kiss.
Shifting to the side, he slid a hand between her thighs, her need for him coating his fingers as he worked her up to her peak.
“Please, please, please.” The words fell from her lips, a desperate chant. “Daddy, please.”
“Poor needy little thing,” he purred, lowering his head to capture a nipple between his teeth and sending painful waves of pleasure coursing through her. The slow, leisurely motion of his hand kept her just on the edge as he suckled and laved at both breasts.
“Do you want Daddy to let you come, babygirl?”
“Yes, yes, please, please, please.”
“Only good girls get orgasms. Are you my good girl, Julia?”
His tone had lost its teasing tone, and when he lifted his head, his eyes were storm clouds of emotion.
“I want to be,” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes. “I want to be your good girl.”
“You are a good girl, baby. Say it and Daddy will let you come.”
Her throat seemed to close up, making it difficult to swallow, nonetheless speak. But the need for release, for the exquisite pleasure he was keeping just out of reach, finally pushed past her resistance. “I—I’m a good girl.”
“Again. Louder.”
“I’m a good girl.”