Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“Okay, Daddy.” She picked up her fork, feeling less concerned than she had earlier.
Chapter Seven
It was a challenge convincing his Little girl to remain seated while he cleaned up their dishes and packed up the leftovers for lunch tomorrow. It was also a challenge when he then guided her to gather her clothes so he could put them in the washer and get the laundry started.
Cameron knew this getting-to-know-each-other phase was going to be slightly uneasy. Every Little girl had some difficulties embracing the idea of having a Daddy do things for them, especially if they hadn’t been in the lifestyle before.
Other than the stuffed dinosaur he’d spotted leaning against her pillow on her bed, he hadn’t seen any other things in her apartment that indicated she’d ever embraced her Little side before.
He wasn’t surprised. After all, she had made it clear she’d never thought about age play as a real thing people participated in. When he got home tonight, he would miss her terribly, but he would occupy himself by placing a large order online.
Cameron already had the basics for a nursery in his house. He’d been preparing for a Little girl for years. But it needed all the finishing touches that would match the personality of this particular Little girl, and now that he’d spent time in her apartment, he thought he had a pretty good idea what her style was like.
Aria was obviously fond of pastels. The quilt on her bed was a patchwork of every pastel color. The pillows stacked behind her dinosaur were each a different pastel color, too. Her bathroom towels the same.
As soon as he had the laundry going, he led her back to her bedroom and opened the closet.
Her breath hitched adorably when everything fell out onto the floor. “Wow, you really did go through a lot of choices this morning.”
She rocked back and forth on her bare feet. “I wasn’t sure. I wanted to impress you, but I was also scared. It’s hard to choose what to wear on a date.”
He grabbed the pile of loose hangers, set them on the bed, and started hanging up clothes. “Next time I’ll help you choose. How about that?”
She stared at him, wide-eyed as she started picking up clothes off the floor and handing them to him. In no time, the closet was put back to rights.
“Bath time,” he declared.
“Now?” She glanced at the clock. “It’s so early.”
He cupped her cheek. “I bet you didn’t get much sleep last night fretting over seeing me today. Plus, by the time we get through with a bath and I read you a story, it will be bedtime for Little girls.”
“What time do Little girls go to bed?”
“When their Daddies tell them to without complaining.” He lifted a brow.
She swallowed. She was precious.
“Come, Giggles.” He set a hand on the small of her back and led her into the bathroom.
“I usually take a shower,” she informed him.
“Mmm. We can take showers together after we take our relationship to the next level, but for now, I’m going to give you a bath. I don’t think you’re ready for the intimacy of showering with Daddy.”
She glanced at the small enclosure in the corner of the bathroom. “I barely fit in there. There’s no way we could both fit.”
“Ah, but we’ll both easily fit in the shower in my house,” he pointed out.
“Oh.” She pursed her lips.
“Maybe tomorrow you could come to my house after work. I’ll make us dinner.”
“And then sleep over?” she asked.
“I’d love for you to sleep over. That doesn’t mean you have to sleep with Daddy. I have a nursery you can sleep in until you’re ready to sleep in my bed.”
Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head at this announcement. “A nursery? Like a baby nursery?”
“Yep, but for adults. It will be a playroom where you can be Little without worrying about anything in the world. I already have furniture in it, but you can help me pick out toys and books and games. Anything you’d like.”
“So it would be like the daycare you showed me at Blaze.”
“Yes. Exactly like that except with a crib and changing table.”
He leaned over to turn on the water and adjust the temperature, letting that sink in before he turned around to find her wringing her fingers together in the doorway. “How Little did you want me to be?” she murmured.
He went to her, parted her hands, and threaded their fingers together. “Any age you want, Little one, but I suspect there will be times when you’ll need to spend at least a few hours in a deeper regressed space. Lots of Littles benefit from time spent letting their Daddies take care of everything. It lets you rejuvenate before you have to return to your adult headspace.”
She chewed on her bottom lip. “I don’t know about that, Daddy.”